Chapter 829: The Three Kings Gather
The prices were quoted one after another, and soon climbed to 10 million medium-grade spirit stones.
In the eyes of the cultivators of the Transformation Period, the value of the flame of the Heavenly Tribulation Flame may have surpassed that of the first-grade Dao Pill, and even on par with the third-grade Dao Pill, which of these people is not worth tens of millions of medium-grade spirit stones.
And this last auction, there were many royal members of the Divine Dynasty, and their net worth was much richer than that of other forces.
If the Heavenly Compass was not yet able to arouse the interest in their hearts, then the spark of this Heavenly Tribulation Flame was completely different.
"Fifteen million medium-grade spirit stones. ”
“......”
"Twenty million medium-grade spirit stones. ”
The price rose wildly, and soon exceeded 30 million medium-grade spirit stones.
Wei Qing did not participate in the auction, according to his estimates, the price of this Heavenly Tribulation Flame Flame was at least 50 million mid-grade spirit stones, and now it seemed that it would probably exceed his expectations.
"The three first-grade Dao Pills that were put up for auction this time may not be enough, but fortunately, I got tens of millions of medium-grade spirit stones from the Kou family, and I also solved the urgent need. Wei Qing wasn't too worried, the Heavenly Tribulation Flame was beyond his financial resources, and he still had 10,000 top-grade spirit stones on his body, so if necessary, he could only take them out in pain.
Sure enough, as Wei Qing expected, the price soared all the way again, and soon broke through 40 million medium-grade spirit stones before and after, and it was not until 4,800 that the rising speed slowed down.
This price has already made most people staggered, you must know the price of a superb spirit treasure, that is, a fraction of this number, this is probably the highest price sold by the Extreme Heaven Auction House in the past hundred years.
"Fifty million medium-grade spirit stones. ”
A pleasant voice sounded, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, it was the woman who had participated in the bidding for the Heavenly Compass before.
"Five two million medium-grade spirit stones. A man's voice immediately rang out, as thick as a mountain, and the sound spread, like layers of air waves, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
"Fifty-three million medium-grade spirit stones. A cold voice sounded suddenly, as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, and a sharp sword aura seemed to come out.
When Wei Qing heard this voice, his pupils shrank slightly, this voice made him extremely familiar, and he quickly remembered where he had heard it.
"King Nalan...... I didn't expect him to come, but his breath seemed to be weaker, could it be a clone?"
King Nalan is a powerful existence in the refining period, if it is really him, there is no need to bid here, just grab it directly.
"King Nalan, I didn't think you were also interested in this little thing?" a loud voice sounded, full of banter.
"King Kunpeng, I didn't expect you to come too, if you want this thing, this seat will be given to you. It's just that I don't know if it's your Kun clone or Peng clone this time?" King Nalan's voice sounded, still without a trace of emotion.
"What's the difference? But this thing is useless to this seat, it's just interesting to watch you and the juniors grab things. "King Kunpeng
King Nalan, who was sitting in the box, snorted coldly, and two sword lights shot out from his eyes, stirring up layers of ripples in the confinement formation in front of him, but he didn't really destroy the formation in front of him.
Behind him stood a girl with a sword on her back, this woman's long hair was like a waterfall, draped in her mind, and her snow-white long skirt set off her slender body a little weak.
There is an unhealthy paleness on the white cheeks, the cheeks are thin, the cheekbones are prominent, and the eye sockets are even deeper, giving people a strange feeling.
"Die'er, when you meet those disciples and grandchildren of King Kunpeng in Elysium, don't be soft, kill them all. King Nalan said coldly.
"Yes, father!" replied the girl, known as Butterfly, looking straight ahead, her voice equally cold and permeable, without a hint of spirituality, and a sense of puppet sluggishness.
"Sixty million medium-grade spirit stones!" a young voice came out, raising the price to a level that ordinary monks did not dare to imagine.
"Sixty-five million medium-grade spirit stones. Another voice sounded, the same man, this person's voice was high-pitched, and every word he said seemed to be scraped on someone else's mind, which made people extremely uncomfortable.
"Why did the King of Zhennan of the Immortal God Dynasty come to the City of Bliss, don't you all go to Putuo Mountain every time?" A voice with a little banter sounded, it was still King Kunpeng.
"I heard that the only son of King Zhennan is one of the sons of the Immortal God Dynasty, I don't know if it's true or not?" King Nalan's voice also came out.
"Hmph, you two should take care of your own affairs, be careful not to get into trouble. King Zhennan snorted coldly, perhaps because he had been in a high position all year round, and his tone had a strong sense of oppression.
"Seventy million medium-grade spirit stones. Wei Qing's abrupt interjection quote interrupted everyone's words.
These people estimated that they talked on the spot, and there was no price in the eyes of others, just to make others back down and withdraw from the auction. None of them said it explicitly, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wei Qing would start bidding directly as they wished.
The strength of these people is very strong, but they are not here to be the deity, otherwise Wei Qin would not be so reckless and bid at this time.
"Eighty million medium-grade spirit stones. King Zhennan snorted coldly again and quoted his price, with a thick displeasure in his tone.
"Eighty-eight million medium-grade spirit stones. King Nalan coldly also quoted the price.
The Wuji Sword Sect is located in the extreme north, with poor resources, and it does not have strong financial support, and this price is already the limit of his clone.
After this price was quoted, no one quoted again for more than ten years, and just when King Nalan thought that the dust had settled, a voice sounded.
"100 million medium-grade spirit stones. ”
Rumble...... The entire auction hall shook, and Qi Qi looked at the box where the sound was made, also on the thirteenth floor.
Wei Qing also frowned, if the auction continued like this, even if he auctioned this Heavenly Tribulation Flame in the end, it would cost more than double the price.
Thinking of this, Wei Qing opened his mouth and said, "Two million high-grade spirit stones. ”
Wow......
The atmosphere of the entire auction hall suddenly rolled up like a heat wave, no matter which auction house, as long as someone bids with a spirit stone of one level higher, then the person behind must also bid with a spirit stone of the same level.
For example, Wei Qing quoted two million high-grade spirit stones, so the people behind him had to increase the price of the upper-grade spirit stones or higher-grade spirit stones than the high-grade spirit stones.
The high-grade spirit stone is not as good as the medium-grade spirit stone, and few forces will take out this first-grade spirit stone to buy things, and the same as the high-grade spirit stone, the spirit stones of this level are sealed as a family heritage.
Don't look at the countless wealth of the Divine Dynasty, they rarely use high-grade spirit stones to buy things, because high-grade spirit stones are their important reserve materials, and in the event of a war, these materials will play a vital role, and they will not take them out and use them casually.
Wei Qing took a fancy to this, so he directly doubled the price and shouted out the sky-high price of two million high-grade spirit stones.
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