The person who shouted the price was naturally Ling Chen, and he was not interested in this sword spirit grass, but he didn't have too many gold coins on his body, and he had to compete for the blood source crystal later, but he also knew that this kind of auction, a little bit of consumption was not interesting, and if he wanted to compete, it was to directly pay a high price that competitors would not dare to follow.

Today's Ling Chen, because of the turmoil in the inn yesterday and Liu Feiyue beside him, is also quite noticeable in this VIP seat, so as soon as he opens his mouth now, many eyes on the VIP seat are also projected with a little surprise.

For the eyes mixed with various emotions, Ling Chen didn't seem to hear it, he just cast his eyes on the auction table, waiting for others to increase the price, he knew that with the attraction of this sword spirit grass, there should be many people in this VIP seat who would be tempted, the price of two and a half million may be very deterrent to ordinary people, but for these big forces with deep pockets, it is nothing.

"Two million five hundred and fifty thousand."

As Ling Chen expected, not long after his bid fell, a voice sounded closely, Ling Chen's eyes followed, but the person who shouted the price was a middle-aged man with a heavy sword, and this person's gaze at the auction table was also quite hot, obviously he was also quite covetous of this sword spirit grass.

"Three million." Ling Chen said lightly, and directly raised the price in one bite, not to mention his original savings, the things extorted from the black snake alone were worth more than eight million taels of gold, which should be more than enough to deal with this sword spirit grass.

Ling Chen's ruthless price increase also made the heavy sword man's face change slightly, and he just wanted to increase the price ruthlessly, but a few people beside him reached out and pulled it, the fate of the black snake yesterday is still vivid, offending Ling Chen, I am afraid the end will not be good.

Pulled by his companion, the man with the heavy sword on his back was also a lot more sober, his eyes looked at Ling Chen's side, just to see Liu Feiyue's indifferent gaze, the latter suddenly coughed coldly, and at that moment he was trembling, swallowed saliva, and had to sit back stupidly.

"Three million, but there is a higher price?" The white-haired old man looked at the field with a smile and asked, this price did not exceed the value of the Sword Spirit Grass itself, but he also knew what Ling Chen and Liu Feiyue beside him represented, ordinary people, even if they wanted to, did not dare to really bid with them, so it seems that today's Sword Spirit Grass is afraid that it will have to be auctioned at a loss.

The white-haired old man's words echoed in the auction hall, and no one replied after a while, judging from Ling Chen's two bids, it was obvious that he had a heart for this sword spirit grass, and ordinary people couldn't grab it, and the people in the VIP seat didn't want to grudge with it because of Ling Chen and Liu Feiyue's Tsing Yi Club behind them, and this sword spirit grass was not suitable for everyone, it was just quite useful for those who practiced swords, and they couldn't afford to spend the price to fight for it.

The silence lasted in the auction hall for about half a minute, and the white-haired old man had to shake his head helplessly, and then he was just about to smash the small silver hammer when a voice suddenly sounded.

"Three million and one million."

The abrupt shouting made many people stunned, and then their eyes followed the voice, and there was a little surprise in their eyes at the moment, how could this guy bid to compete with that?

Ling Chen's brows were also furrowed when the shouting voice appeared, and his eyes followed it, and he was stunned for a moment, and a strange color appeared on his face.

The bidder was a young bewitching woman, this woman Ling Chen didn't recognize, but on the clothes the latter was wearing, there was a mark pattern that Ling Chen was very familiar with, and this mark was the symbol of the Demon Dao Overlord and the Holy Witch Sect.

"Huh? It was the leader of the Holy Witch Cult's forces in the Black Sands, Renhime. Unexpectedly, she was also interested in this sword spirit grass. ”

Lin Ya next to her recognized the identity of the bewitching woman, but she was a little strange, the latter was not a strong person who cultivated swordsmanship, but she didn't expect the other party to be interested in this sword spirit grass.

"Senior Brother Ling Chen, isn't that your old club......

Liu Feiyue also smiled and transmitted her true qi to Ling Chen, she was also a little curious, how Ling Chen would deal with it next.

In those stunned eyes, there was no change in the expression on that Lian Ji's charming face, although the power of the Holy Witch Sect in the Black Sand Land was not as strong as the black market, it was deeply rooted and had been infiltrated for a long time, but it still did not prevent the Holy Witch Sect from being one of the super forces in the Black Sands.

Therefore, as the leader of the Holy Witch Sect in the Black Sands, this Lian Ji's status is naturally not low, and her strength has also reached the Heavenly Extreme Realm, with her identity, there is indeed no need to be afraid of the Tsing Yi Society behind Ling Chen.

"Silly boy, kicking the iron plate, right?"

For Ling Chen's encounter, Yin Zongli not far away seemed a little gloating, this kid wanted to rely on the power of the Tsing Yi Society to run rampant, but unfortunately, there are still a lot of forces in this black sand that can straighten their waists and call the Tsing Yi Society.

When Ling Chen's gaze looked at the Lotus Princess, the woman suddenly showed him an extremely friendly smile, and immediately, the Lotus Lady whispered a few words to a female disciple of the Holy Witch Sect next to her, and stuffed a note to the latter, and then the female disciple actually walked towards him.

Ling Chen was surprised in his heart, he was now a disciple of the Tsing Yi Society, what could this Lian Ji say to him?

"Childe, this is what our lord gave you."

With a deep groan in his heart, the female disciple had already walked up to him and handed over the note.

Taking the note with doubts, Ling Chen shook his head slightly after reading it, and then slowly retracted his chair in the midst of many stunned eyes.

"What's the matter, Senior Brother Wuchen? Don't continue bidding? ”

Liu Feiyue looked at Ling Chen with some surprise.

"Forget it, give up."

Ling Chen waved his hand, but a smile full of meaning appeared in his eyes, "Since that Sister Lianji likes it, let this sword spirit grass be given to her." ”

"What?"

Liu Feiyue wondered if she had tinnitus, saying this kind of thing was not like Ling Chen's style.

"This kid, I thought it was a lot of dragging, but it turned out that he was just cowardly packing."

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Yin Zongli's eyes, and he looked like he had seen through Ling Chen.

Ling Chen's abandonment naturally made the price of this sword spirit grass stagnant at the price of three million and 1 million taels, and those other powerful people who sat in the VIP seat were also happy to see the conflict between the Tsing Yi Society and the Holy Witch Sect, so naturally they would not intervene again, and in the end, the sword spirit grass finally fell into the hands of that Lian Ji.

(End of chapter)