Chapter 122: Not Yours
Jin Wufang, Jin Bihan, Jin Liangji.
On the huge tortoise shell, three foundation-building monks stood in a row.
The value of the finale auction items is generally more than 20,000 spirit stones, and it is not surprising that the Jin family is cautious.
"The first finale treasure, a cub of the Black Water Jiao."
Jin Wufang raised his index finger and gently wiped it on the spirit beast ring, followed by a "bang", and a boxy, grinding plate-sized iron cage appeared.
The surface of the iron cage was covered with charms, and every few moments, the charms emitted a dazzling golden light.
Chen Ping looked at it and saw a small black Jiao lying in the cage in a languid state, about half a foot in shape, and blood was dripping on its inky paws.
"The strength of the adult Black Water Jiao is comparable to that of a late-stage foundation building monk, although this young beast is only of the first order, its promotion potential is extremely great."
"The starting price is 10,000 spirit stones, and the price increase must not be less than 1,000 each time!"
At this moment, the auction hall has completely sensationalized.
Whether it is the first floor or the second floor of the box, there are frequent quotations.
"Ten thousand!"
"Ten thousand!"
"Fourteen thousand!"
"Sixteen thousand!"
In just a few moments, the price has increased by thousands.
Black Water Jiao, the blood of the earth demon.
Jiao monsters are relatively rare.
Moreover, the black water Jiao is naturally water-friendly, and it can completely replace the small spirit boat as a mount for crossing the sea, so it attracts everyone to compete.
"Okay, the highest bid now is sixteen thousand spirit stones, and there is no price increase."
Completely different from the calm color when auctioning ordinary treasures before, Jin Wufang said with high emotions: "Black Water Jiao, the authentic earth demon bloodline, will be a foundation-building combat force in a few hundred years, don't miss it." ”
"Huh."
Hearing him agitate like this, Chen Ping couldn't help but scoff.
The process of cultivating young beasts is very complicated, and it also consumes spirit stones.
It may only cost tens of thousands to buy a cub, but it will cost almost three or five times the price to raise it to the next level.
Just like the Xuan Fly, the Beast Pill alone used thousands of his spirit stones.
Naturally, the value of this black water Jiao cannot be compared with that of the Xuan Fly.
The blood of the Heavenly Demon, even the Jindan Sect will be red-eyed.
"Ten thousand seventeen!"
"Ten thousand nineteen!"
As if infected by Jin Wufang's emotions, the price of Heishui Jiao took another leap forward.
However, by this time, most of the dozens of monks who had offered the price had stopped.
"Twenty thousand, I want this Jiao."
A magnetic man's voice floated slowly, not in a loud tone, but with the majesty of a superior person.
"Twenty thousand, can the seniors give this Jiao to the concubine? The concubine's father is Yang Qiu, the leader of the Chaoshui Gang in Fengming Town, maybe he knows his predecessors. ”
In the hall, a beautiful woman got up from the futon and saluted in the direction of the box.
"Twenty-two thousand."
The voice just now did not pause, and said indifferently: "This seat is easy, you use Yang Qiu to press me?" ”
"It's actually Mu Yi's senior, the leading monk of one of the three Jinrui families!"
"Ask the leader of the Immortal Alliance, that beauty has kicked the iron plate."
"Hehe, Yang Qiu is only in the middle of foundation building, and she is delusional about forcing Mu Yi to retreat?"
The cultivators were gossiping, looking like they were watching a good show.
"Senior Murong is angry."
The beautiful nun turned pale, knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times in panic.
After more than a dozen breaths, the price of Black Water Jiao still stayed at 22,000.
Who dares to compete with Mu Yi for treasures, he is half the sky of Jinrui City.
The Jin family wants to sell him a third-point face alchemy master.
"Twenty-two thousand, the third time! This demon beast belongs to Murong Daoyou! ”
Jin Wufang smiled on the surface and congratulated Mu Yi on photographing the cubs of the Black Water Jiao, but in his heart he roared like a Nu River: "One by one, blatantly ignoring the rules of my Jin family!" ”
"Wait, Jin Ruicheng's right to speak, my Jin family will soon take it back completely!"
……
Private room on the second floor.
"Well, the little dragon is injured, so let's cure it first."
Mu Yi surrounded the iron cage and looked inside for a long time.
Beside him sat a female cultivator with a heavenly appearance, who was none other than Gong Lingshan, the pavilion master of the Star Picking Pavilion.
"Brother Yi, what are you buying this cub for?"
Gong Lingshan asked curiously.
"Ling Shan, have you ever heard of the Jiao Blood Pill?"
Mu Yi smiled slightly and said.
"Ah, Brother Yi, can you refine the Sanpin Pill?"
Gong Lingshan's eyes flickered, and she moved her body closer.
"Just give it a try."
Mu Yi smiled bitterly: "Among the three pills, Jiao Blood Pill is also a kind of difficult to refine, if you are lucky enough to successfully bake, I will leave you one." ”
Jiao Blood Pill can strengthen the monk's physique.
Almost all of the people who cultivate the truth are Fa cultivators, and their physical bodies are weak.
It is as strong as the foundation building realm, and it has lost a body of mana and defense, and a low-grade magic weapon can also dismantle it in eight pieces.
Therefore, this kind of treasure that can strengthen the body is very valuable.
"Thank you, Brother Yi."
Gong Lingshan's face was revealed, Yanran chuckled, and then her red lips approached, and she deeply imprinted on Mu Yi's face.
"Ah, Lingshan, you ......"
Mu Yi was overjoyed in his heart, and couldn't help but snort softly.
In the box, there are four other subordinates, but they seem to be accustomed to the relationship between the two.
One by one, the expressionless guards were silent.
……
"The second auction item, one of the two patterns of Tsukidan. Refined by Master Mu Yi, the quality is absolutely guaranteed! ”
With a slap of the storage bag, Jin Wufang had an exquisite jade box in his hand.
"Zhuji Danjin will not introduce much, the starting price is 30,000 spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than 2,000 each time."
"Thirty thousand!"
"Thirty-two!"
"Thirty-four!"
Jin Wufang's eyes swept away, and someone had already quoted several high prices one after another.
Chen Ping frowned, but he didn't panic to bid, he just waited for this price to reach a high point and then tried to compete.
Anyway, Zhuji Dan is dispensable to him, and this one is only intended to be given to Xue Yun.
The point is, he only has more than 47,000 spirit stones left on his body.
Exceeding this amount, Chen Ping will give up immediately.
"Thirty-eight!"
"Forty thousand!"
Tsukidan, the fundamental thing that continues the glory of the family, the price of which naturally quickly climbed to 40,000.
Moreover, the quotations are all from the foundation building monks in the box on the second floor.
On the first floor of the main hall, no one participated.
"Forty-two thousand."
Chen Ping gathered his spiritual power and quoted a price in his mouth.
"Huh, junior Qi practitioner?"
More than a dozen scrutinizing gazes swept over and landed on Chen Ping.
"Forty-four."
Not long after, a new price brushed off Chen Ping's offer.
"Four ......"
Before Chen Ping could say the first word, after a wave of divine consciousness fluctuated, a crisp female voice came into his ears.
"Xiaoyou, this Tsukidan doesn't belong to you, don't quote again."
"Huh?"
Chen Ping pretended to stare at Tsukidan, and his eyes moved slightly to look at Jin Bihan.
The latter winked at him.
Chen Ping chuckled in his heart, it was really this woman who was transmitting the sound to him!
Wrong.
This auction is full of weirdness.
What exactly does the Kim family want to do?
Although Chen Ping was puzzled, he was still as good as a stream, and decisively decided to withdraw from the competition for Tsukidan.
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