Under such a discordant episode, the auction was tasteless, and the amplification ring that Chen Xi consigned was finally auctioned off at a low price of 1,200 third-grade Qi Gathering Pills by the loose cultivators. Maybe others don't know, but seeing that all the three items that he consigned and were hyped up by the Treasure Pavilion were successfully auctioned, Chen Xi knew that today's highlight was over, and just wanted to get up and settle with the auction house, Xing Yi suddenly said loudly: Don't worry!

Through the drape of the ice silk, Chen Xi saw that Chu Bing'er was holding a jade bottle in her hand, uncorked the bottle, and a lilac pill appeared in her soft palm, Xing Yi saw the purple pill, and her pupils shrank suddenly: Ning Yuan Zidan!

Sure enough, Chu Bing'er's soft voice introduced: Ning Yuan Zidan, the auxiliary pill that broke through the crystallization stage in the later stage of the Phantom Sea, greatly increased the chance of crystallization, and the few treasured pills in the Treasure Pavilion had a starting price of five thousand three-grade Qi Gathering Pills, and the price was increased by one thousand each time.

Originally, the auction should have ended after Chen Xi's consignment items were auctioned, but Han refused to maliciously snatch the Zhongpin spirit weapon, and did not give the Treasure Pavilion any affection in front of the crowd, which made the director of the Treasure Pavilion very annoyed, due to the strength of the two factions, the director of the Treasure Pavilion could only admit it, but the reputation of the auction house must be preserved, after discussion, the director decided to take out the treasured Ning Yuan Zidan as the final additional auction item, first, to declare to the public that the items auctioned by the Treasure Pavilion are indeed outstanding, and second, also kill the cold spirit, because the Treasure Pavilion did not believe that a Martial King Zong Han Jue in the late stage of the Illusory Sea would be able to take out five thousand three-grade Qi Gathering Pills at once, not to mention that there was a price increase of one thousand.

After a brief period of surprise, the venue began to quiet down, it was undeniable that the Ning Yuan Purple Pill had an irresistible temptation for cultivators, but taking out five thousand three-grade Qi Gathering Pills at once made most of the cultivators gasp, not to mention, after the previous experience, the scattered cultivators collectively chose to wait and see the movement of the Cold Absolute Pill, because they did not dare to guarantee that even if they had enough Qi Gathering Pill to shoot the Ning Yuan Purple Pill, would the Cold Absolute come to the back of the praying mantis to catch the cicada yellow finch, and finally ended up with the loss of the pill and their lives.

Sure enough, above the attic, the cold voice sounded domineering again: Six thousand!

Chu Bing'er's face turned slightly pale, she couldn't have imagined that after taking out more than a thousand third-grade Qi Gathering Pills, Han Jue would actually be able to take out the number of six thousand, just when she felt that the Treasure Pavilion had made a mistake in her calculation this time, opposite the Accord where Han Jue was located, an old voice said slowly: Seven thousand!

It was none other than Xing Yi who spoke out, and Chen Xi, who was in the attic with Xing Yi, was full of surprise, and lowered his voice and said: "Teacher, we don't have so many Qi Gathering Pills, and the three items have been auctioned for a total of more than 2,200 pieces, and even the reserve price of others is not enough.

Xing Yi smiled and called Chen Xi to his side: Call the steward of the Treasure Pavilion to come over, and say that I want to make a deal with them.

At this time, the price of Ning Yuan Zi Dan had been increased to the price of eight thousand three-grade Qi Gathering Pills, and Chu Bing'er, who got the news, delayed as much time as possible, while repeatedly introducing the use of Ning Yuan Zi Dan, he glanced at the attic where the old voice was located, and a layer of fine beads of sweat even appeared on his smooth forehead. Above the attic, an old man in gorgeous clothes in his fifties stood opposite Xingyi in a formal manner, the old man was the steward of the Treasure Pavilion, Hexuan, and also a cultivator in the late stage of harmony, but in the face of Xingyi, Hexuan felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, and rubbed his hands nervously, Hexuan said cautiously: What did the predecessor command?

Blowing away the water vapor on the teacup, Xing Yi said slowly: I want to make a comparison with your auction house and exchange the price of the medium-grade spiritual weapon for the Ning Yuan Zidan.

Hexuan was obviously stunned, and then asked: How to exchange?

Xing Yi took out a medium-grade spiritual weapon bracer in his hand, and said while fiddling: One thousand third-grade Qi Gathering Pills per piece.

He Xuan hurriedly shook his head, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face: Just now, the two medium-grade spirit weapons were only auctioned for one thousand and twenty pieces, and the seniors are now exchanging them at the price of one thousand pieces each, but they are a little in danger.

As soon as the words fell, in the attic where Han Jue was located, the ice silk curtain was torn off with a hiss, and the Han Jue with an angry face roared at Chu Bing'er: What are you doing so slowly? Do you want to deliberately procrastinate? Treasure Pavilion has such a great reputation!

Xing Yi looked at the angry Han Jue, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face: Steward Crane doesn't seem to have any other choice, if you think that the old man I raise the price, then I have to withdraw from the auction at the price of 8,000 pieces, but the prestige and income of the Treasure Pavilion are more important, and I ask the Crane Steward to think twice.

Gritting his teeth hard, Hexuan said in a deep voice: Deal!

Just as Han Jue was scolding Chu Bing'er loudly, in the attic opposite, which had been silent for a long time, the old voice slowly quoted the price: 10,000 pieces!

Boom, there were bursts of whispers in the venue: The price will be increased by 2,000 three-grade qi gathering pills, and today the cold will kick the slate, and there will be a good show to watch now.

Hanjue's eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire, but he didn't expect that there were people in his own territory who didn't know how to bid with him, and it was a small matter to withdraw from the auction, but Han Jue couldn't tolerate losing face, showing a hideous smile, and Hanjue roared: 11,000!

The old voice sounded again: thirteen thousand.

The scattered cultivators are crazy: it is a direct increase of 2,000 pieces, what is the origin of the old man upstairs?

Han Jue is a late stage cultivator of the Illusory Sea, and the effect of Ning Yuan Zi Dan cannot be measured by an elixir like the Qi Gathering Pill for him, but as a Martial King Sect steward stationed in Huaiyuan City, although he has made a lot of money, there are only 20,000 Qi Gathering Pills that can be embezzled in his hands, and such a price increase has already made him feel painful, and the other party seems to be deliberately against himself, and after thinking about it again, Han Jue quoted: Fifteen thousand!

The old man's voice said: Eighteen thousand.

Han Jue felt that his eyes were about to explode, eighteen thousand, excluding the cost of the two medium-grade spiritual weapons he had just auctioned, now he only had eighteen thousand nine hundred and eighty in his hands, and twenty third-grade Qi Gathering Pills actually became the last straw that crushed the camel, and he couldn't even quote the bidding price of nineteen thousand.

Looking at the angry cold, he walked behind him gracefully, and said in a shrill voice with a hint of tenderness: I still have 10,000 here, and I will give it to my brother today.

After speaking, he covered his mouth and smiled, and his fair face actually showed a shy look like a daughter, and he could see that the stomachs of the scattered cultivators below were tumbling.

With the follow-up cold of 10,000 Qi Gathering Pills, his waist straightened for a while, although it was not cost-effective to spend so much Qi Gathering Pills in exchange for a Ning Yuan Purple Pill, but thinking about it, if he could be promoted to the crystallization stage, whether it was the sect or Huaiyuan City, there would be more benefits, and the painful look on his face was slightly relieved: 20,000 pieces!

The conversation between Han Jue and Dumping Dust had already fallen into Xingyi's ears, and it seemed that the game of cat and mouse should come to an end, taking advantage of the other party's confidence to swell, he beat it to death with a stick, which looked more interesting, and took a sip of tea, Xingyi's voice carried a hint of banter: 30,000.

Bang, the wooden railing in front of Han Jue was shattered by his punch, and the falling fragments made the scattered cultivators below dodge one after another, twice, and twice in a row were pressed by twenty Qi Gathering Pills and couldn't turn over, almost making him vomit blood in anger, pointing to the attic opposite, Han Jue said coldly: Do you know who I am!

There was obviously a smile in the old man's voice: I don't know who you are, but I know that you can't even increase the price of twenty Qi Gathering Pills.

The scattered cultivators below burst into laughter, once again taking their own humiliation, Han Jue laughed angrily, said three good words in a row, turned around and disappeared in the Treasure Pavilion.