Chapter 11 The Forces
"Two thousand high-grade true yuan stones"
made the audience dumbfounded.
This is enough to maintain the operation of a small and medium-sized sect for nearly a hundred years, and many people have never seen so many high-grade true yuan stones in their lives.
At this time, Luo Yiyi and Liu Ruyan were also a little surprised.
"Are you demon cultivators so rich now? With so many high-grade True Yuan Stones in my hands, I can't even take them out. β
"How could I carry so many high-grade True Yuan Stones with me. β
Xian Xian replied unconcernedly.
"Brother Xianxian's bid is so high, if you can't pay the bid price, the consequences will be very serious. In this way, I should be able to go back to the sect now to draw resources. β
Liu Ruyan said a little anxiously, because she had bought a few treasures before, and there were not many top-grade Yuan Spirit Stones on her body.
Xian Xian gently tapped Liu Ruyan's forehead.
"When did I say I couldn't afford it, just wait and see the show. β
At this time, Mo said that Luo Ya on the stage, even the Holy Son of Tianque Pavilion was a little sluggish. There are a full two thousand high-grade true yuan stones, and the monthly supply of these holy sons and heirs is only dozens of high-grade true yuan stones, although this time it is the task sent by the masters of the various sects, and they are only given a few thousand high-grade true yuan stones.
And this envy opened his mouth and doubled the price.
The handsome face of the Holy Son of Tianque Pavilion was already a little twitching.
"Xianxian, do you really want to fight to the death with my Tianque Pavilion!"
The momentum of the Heavenly Que Pavilion Holy Son soared, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the distraction realm, and the powerful pressure of the superior made those low-level cultivators almost unable to breathe.
"You can't say that, it's a rule for those who increase the height of the auction!"
The door opened, and the momentum of the envy immortal rose, and in a blink of an eye, those coercion were gone.
"Is the Holy Son of Tianque Pavilion planning to overwhelm people with power?
Xian Xian looked at the Holy Son of Tianque Pavilion with some playfulness.
"This ...... This is the Nine-Tailed Fox King of the Ten Thousand Demon Forest?"
"Look at the two women beside him, they should be the Holy Maiden of Qinglian Pavilion Liu Ruyan and the Witch of the Hehuan Sect Luo Yiyi. β
"I heard that this Qinglian Pavilion Holy Maiden Liu Ruyan and Tianque Pavilion Holy Son Jin Lin have a marriage contract, right?"
"I have long heard that Xian Xian and Tianque Pavilion are not in agreement, and a few days ago, I also destroyed the Xuanji Sect, the force to which Tianque Pavilion belongs...... Could it be because of this willow like smoke?"
"These are basically all the major forces. β
And the golden scale's gaze had already moved from the side of the envy immortal to the back.
"Like smoke...... Why are you with that demon fox?"
Golden Scale's face turned pale at this time.
"Where do I need to report to His Highness the Son?"
Liu Ruyan said lightly.
Listening to everyone's discussions, Jin Scale's face became more and more gloomy, and he was about to do it as soon as he turned his hands.
"Lin'er can't!"
I saw that the old man who had been beside the golden scale came to the Holy Son in an instant.
"It's not convenient to do it here, and the grievances will be settled when the auction is over. β
"Envy Immortal, I don't know who killed the deer!"
The golden scales struggled and slowly dispersed their momentum, turning back into the room.
And Fang Wuru and Mo Idiot saluted the three of them slightly and returned to the room.
Seeing that the scene had stabilized, Luo Ya continued to start the auction process.
"Now that Lord Xianxian has already bid two thousand, has the adult increased the price?"
"Lord Fang ruthlessly bid to two thousand one, and there is no adult to continue to bid. β
"Master Mo Idiot bid two thousand two. β
β......β
Under the continuous snatching of these forces, the price of these five fires and seven bird fans has reached 2,900 high-grade true yuan stones.
"Uncle Liang, increase the price by three thousand five!"
"The Holy Son of Tianque Pavilion has already increased the price to three thousand, and which other adult intends to take this treasure into his pocket?"
Xianxian: "Three thousand five hundred and one"
"Uncle Liang, four thousand!"
Xianxian: "Four thousand and one"
"Uncle Liang, five thousand!"
β......β
Seeing that every time Xian Xian only added a top-grade True Yuan Stone, the green tendons of the Heavenly Que Pavilion Holy Son Qi were exposed, which was obviously deliberately against him. Some time ago, Ri Xianxian himself destroyed the forces belonging to the Tianque Pavilion alone, and today at the auction, there was Liu Ruyan beside him, did he really think that his Tianque Pavilion Holy Son was easy to bully?
"In that case, Uncle Liang bid to 10,000!"
"Lin'er, we can only get four thousand at most, and ten thousand top-grade Yuan Spirit Stones, even if it is my Tianque Pavilion, it will be greatly damaged. Moreover, if this Five Flames and Seven Birds Fan can't awaken the spirit of the instrument, we will lose a lot!"
Uncle Liang was a little anxious, he could see that Jin Liang had lost his former calm.
"Uncle Liang is okay, doesn't he only add a high-grade Yuan Spirit Stone every time? I don't want this treasure, and I want to make him bleed!"
"Oh my God, 10,000 high-grade true yuan stones. Lord Golden Scale has already produced 10,000 high-grade True Yuan Stones! Are there any adults who want to increase the price?"
"It is worthy of the Holy Son of Tianque Pavilion, and his shot is generous. β
Xianxian's slightly ridiculous voice came out.
"Your Excellency Fox King, one of the rulers of the Ten Thousand Demon Forest won't be able to take out all this money. β
Golden Scale scoffed.
Xian Xian pretended to sigh and said
"It's a pity, my ten thousand demon forests are all demon cultivators, and they are very frugal on weekdays, so I really can't take them out, so it's better to hand over these five fires and seven bird fans to Tianque Pavilion." Alas, what a pity. β
At this time, Jin Scale's whole person instantly stiffened, he didn't expect to be planted here.
Where do he have so many 10,000 high-grade true yuan stones, all in order to let Xian Xian plant a heel ruthlessly, and as a result, stealing chickens will not make rice.
"Xianxian, I want your life!"
Jin Liang couldn't hold back any longer, took out a spear with his backhand and went straight to the envy immortal.
Xian Xian saw that the golden scales were killing him, and he was not flustered, and a folding fan appeared in his hand at some point, and the fan was opened, and he waved his backhand, only to hear a "bang", and actually blocked the attack of the golden scales.
"Stop!"
Just when the two were entangled, a white-haired old man came to the front and separated the two with a gentle push.
"Arms are not allowed to fight in Qingfeng Trading House, have you forgotten the rules?"
Seeing that he could not obtain the life of Xianxian at this time, the golden scale looked at Xianxian viciously.
"You are lucky today, but this matter is not so easy, even if it is another day, I will take your life to avenge today's humiliation!"
"Xianxian is waiting for you at any time!"
The golden scales brushed away. The two girls then came to Xianxian's side.
"Sister Ruyan, I heard that you are already married to the Holy Son of Tianque Pavilion, why don't you help your fiancΓ© solve his urgent needs. β
Luo Yiyi smiled skillfully.
"Who has ever had a marriage contract with him, he and the Tianque Pavilion Lord did come to propose marriage that day, but my Pavilion Master didn't want to refute the face of the Tianque Pavilion Lord, so he politely excused himself. β
Just as the three of them were talking, Mo Idiot of the Lingyin Temple and Fang Wuru of the Xishan Sword Shrine came to the three of them.
"Amitabha, the three donors of the poor monk Mo Idiot are polite. β
This Lingyin Temple is different from several other major forces is the most peculiar Buddhist practice, cleaning the temple every day, knocking on the scriptures and reciting the Buddha, mainly to perceive. Legend has it that there was a monk who practiced penance for a hundred years without any cultivation, and when he was about to pass away, he felt that he finally took a step towards Mahayana.
"I don't know if you two came, what advice do you have?"
"Don't hide it from the donor, the poor monk and the Fang donor came here this time for the chiffon ruins. β