Mo Han really only made a bid once, but this time Yin Tianyou didn't make any more trouble. It seemed that he had already believed what Mo Han said, and the price of two hundred and sixty thousand was already a great fortune for an ordinary cultivator, and the auction of such a flying spirit weapon was not very useful. Therefore, as Yi Yongan's voice fell, this flying spirit weapon called Wind Speed was included in Mo Han's waist bag.

A total of fifteen items were auctioned in this auction, and as time went by, each auction item received a price that Yi Yongan was satisfied with, and the high price of two million in the elixir was even more unexpected.

"Okay, fellow Daoists, this auction was supposed to come to an end with the completion of the fifteen auction items, but just now a friend of our pavilion master asked the pavilion master to add another auction item because he was in urgent need of Yuan Shi. Yi Yongan waved slightly, and Li, who was standing behind him, handed the tray in his hand to Yi Yongan.

The red silk that covered it was lifted to reveal a clod of earth the size of an egg. The clod looked very inconspicuous, like a child pinching it up and playing with it, and hating the clods thrown aside.

"For the record, I can't tell what this object is, but it's so hard that no matter what weapon we use, we can't make scratches on it, and we can't tell what it's made of. You must be cautious when auctioning, once the auction is successful, it cannot be returned, and you will be responsible for your own profits and losses. Okay, let's talk about that, the starting price is 200,000 high-grade yuan stones!"

The cultivators in the hall on the first floor, as well as the cultivators in the VIP room, all looked at Yi Yongan who was standing on the stage with puzzled expressions. The Treasure Pavilion has always had a good reputation on the Withered Leaf Continent, and Tong Su is not bullied, and there will never be no treasures that they can't identify. This inconspicuous clod of soil, not only can it not be identified, but it doesn't even know the material, but the starting price is 200,000 high-grade yuan stones, far beyond the ordinary best treasures.

"Oh, by the way, you fellow Daoists can observe this item with your divine sense and divine thoughts, if there is a Daoist friend who can crack its secret, then I report that I am willing to buy this treasure back for ten times the auction fee of my fellow Daoist. Yi Yongan's fluttering voice sounded on the stage.

The cultivators in the auction hall gasped at the same time and bought it back at ten times the auction price. You must know that the starting price is 200,000 high-grade yuan stones, and ten times the price is 2 million high-grade yuan stones, what is this item?

Mo Han stood in the VIP room, looking down at the mysterious clod of soil in the tray in Yi Yongan's hand, with a puzzled expression. It's impossible to see what it's made of, or what it's for. However, Mo Han did not release his divine sense to observe, after all, he still knew very well how many catties and taels he had. The Treasure Pavilion stands tall on the Withered Leaf Continent and has an excellent reputation, if he can't even see them, it's useless for him to look at it, and it's easy to expose his secrets, so why bother looking at it again.

However, although Mo Han did not use his divine sense to check it, he kept comparing it with the stones in his memory. After all, he was deeply touched by similar things, the Linglong Pagoda used to be such an inconspicuous thing, and the token that opened the inheritance altar in the Demon Valley was also a clumsy clod of earth like this. This had to make Mo Han cautious, and it also had to make Mo Han curious. Even after observing for a long time, he couldn't tell what material it was made of or what it was used for, Mo Han was ready to auction it.

Because of such a thing, once it is a real treasure, then it will be like a Linglong Tower, shining in the world, even if it is not a treasure, 200,000 high-grade yuan stones are not enough for Mo Han, who now has a superb spiritual vein. Anyway, just one sentence, I'd rather make a mistake than let it go.

"No matter what the cost, be sure to put it up for auction, it will be extremely useful for you in the future, and even for a lifetime. Inside the sea of knowledge, the voice of the old man Dugu sounded in Mo Han's mind.

Mo Han nodded lightly, indicating that he had understood.

No one could tell what this seemingly ordinary clod of dirt was, and no one could tell what it did. It seems that as Yi Yongan said, this clod of soil has no purpose other than being hard.

"Mr. Yi, don't you really know what this is?" In the VIP room of Tianzi No. 6, Yin Tianyou looked at the unknown clod of soil, and his heart was very entangled. He had a feeling that this unknown clod of earth might really be a great treasure, but it was really expensive.

Yin Tianyou really wanted to auction it off, but in this auction, in order to get the Spirit Pill, he had already spent two million top-grade Yuan Stones, and a few more items were auctioned in the back, which had exceeded the royal budget too much, so he was very entangled now.

Yi Yongan didn't even need to look up, he already knew that it was Yin Tianyou, the third prince of the Xuanye Kingdom, who was questioning. In the previous auction, Yin Tianyou's threat had made him very unhappy, but considering the situation in the Xuanye Kingdom, he endured it.

Now Yin Tianyou seemed to ask politely, but obviously didn't believe what he said just now, so Yi Yongan frowned, and he was very unhappy in his heart.

Yi Yongan himself is an intermediate five-forging refiner, who has served in the Treasure Pavilion for fifty years, and has presided over countless auctions, large and small. This was the last auction he had presided over in the Treasure Pavilion, and after presiding over this auction, the time he had agreed with the owner of the Treasure Pavilion expired.

Yi Yongan does not belong to the Withered Leaf Continent, he comes from the Cambrian Continent at a higher level. In the process of searching for refining materials, he accidentally strayed into a spatial rift, and after exhausting his methods, he was seriously injured and came to the Dead Leaf Continent, where he was rescued by the Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion.

"If you don't believe it, just don't buy it. Yi Yongan said coldly to Yin Tianyou.

In fact, this clod of soil was the auction item that Yi Yongan took out by himself, which was something he obtained by looking for materials in the Cambrian Continent. It was for this thing that he fell into the spatial rift in the first place. In the fifty years of the Withered Leaf Continent, he has been studying all the time, but there has been no progress or results from beginning to end. Even this clod of dirt has become a demon in his heart, so before leaving the Treasure Pavilion, he plans to sell it, and he has never had to worry about it ever since.

"Two hundred and one thousand!" Mo Han's voice suddenly came out of the VIP room of Tianzi No. 1, waking up everyone who was still pondering, and also woke up Yi Yongan in his memory.

Yi Yongan, as the ace host of the Treasure Pavilion, naturally knows the characters in every VIP Pavilion. He knew Mo Han's famous reputation on the Withered Leaf Continent, and he also knew that Mo Han was a miracle, a figure who should not exist in this world by miracle.

At this time, hearing that the first person to bid was Mo Han, Yi Yongan's heart trembled, and his joy overflowed: "Does Mo Han know the origin of this item?"