For example, the man who came to participate in the auction for Long Yanshan this time, Qi Shou recognized it when he heard the voice, it was a young elder of Long Yanshan, named Qin Shuming, and Qi Shou was a senior brother.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is normal for the weak to eat the strong, and it is normal for there to be friction between sects, especially the four major sects of Dashun, whose strength is already about the same, and they will compete for a high level in many things.

Naturally, there are many large and small grievances between Yongjiao and Long Yanshan, but most of these are between disciples, and they have not yet risen to the entire sect.

Now, the woman of the Yongjiao Sect was the first to speak sarcastically, and it seemed that she might have a gap with some disciples of Long Yan Mountain.

This person is definitely not Qin Shuming, Qi Shou understands Qin Shuming's character, and it is unlikely that he will have a grudge with the people of Yongjiao.

But now, Yongjiao has taken the initiative to provoke.

The point is that the sentence just now not only attacked Long Yan Mountain, but even Wuhua Pavilion was accidentally injured.

Just now, after listening to what Yongjiao said, a pale-faced and white-haired old man on the side of Wuhua Pavilion couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and his face became a little ugly.

After all, just now, not only Long Yanshan was five spirit stones to increase the price, but Wuhua Pavilion also called five upwards when the price was called.

"One hundred and eighty third-level spirit stones."

The old man's face was a little unbearable, and he immediately asked for ten yuan.

"One hundred and eighty-five."

Long Yanshan's side didn't seem to be affected at all, and it still rose by five yuan.

"It's him."

Qi Shougan coughed twice, and couldn't help admiring Qin Shuming in his heart.

However, it is estimated that this is also the operation of him.

can only say that he is worthy of being a senior brother.

"Two hundred third-level spirit stones."

Yongjiao spoke again, raising the price to two hundred third-level spirit stones.

Seeing that the auction was becoming more and more intense, everyone in the audience was also holding their breath.

Obviously, it wasn't them who were auctioning, and they weren't paying for it, but they were more nervous than the people who paid for it.

"Master, it's two hundred third-level spirit stones."

On the third floor, in another quiet private room, a bald little monk said to the old monk in front of him.

These two people are monks from the Huaneng Temple, and they are also the only ones among the four major sects who have not had a voice until the auction.

The old monk smiled and shook his head, his face full of charity: "This thing is not to be sought." ”

"Understood, what Master means is, don't break into these mortal strife, we just need what we need." The little monk said seriously.

The old monk shook his head slightly: "It's close, but I haven't understood it yet." ”

"Ah, that's ......" The little monk was slightly stunned and fell into deep thought.

At this time, the price on the field had already reached two hundred and fifty yuan, and Long Yanshan had already begun to increase the price of three or three yuan, even the Wuhua Pavilion that wanted to save face had been reduced to five yuan and five yuan to increase the price.

The price increase of the Yongjiao is too frightening, it is ten yuan and twenty yuan at a time, which makes the other sects a little unbearable.

It's not that they can't afford it, it's mainly a question of whether it's worth it.

No matter how rare He Jia's relics are, these are fragments after all.

Not to mention whether the authenticity of this fragment is guaranteed or not, even if it is photographed, it is only half of it, and the rest has to be collected.

"It's already two hundred and fifty yuan...... the little monk looked at the audience, thought for a long time, and then looked at the unmoved master, and a burst of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Master, what do you mean is that the Yongjiao has something to ask for, and if we give in, it will be fulfillment, and it will be a crossing."

The old monk still looked kind, and shook his head at the little monk with a smile: "It's close, but I haven't understood it yet."

"Ah......" The little monk who was denied looked disappointed, his expression was mixed with a trace of unwillingness, and he began to think about it again.

……

On the stage, the three sects continued to bid prices.

The price rose all the way to two hundred and eighty third-level spirit stones, making everyone in the audience hold their breath and concentrate.

This price is already more than ten times the starting price, and even Yongjiao, who has been bidding fiercely, has slowed down.

This is not to say that these sects have run out of money, but it means that this auction item has reached its maximum value.

Further on, it may not be so cost-effective.

After all, taking these six remnants does not mean that you can find He Jia's relics.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the third floor.

"Three hundred third-level spirit stones."

As soon as these words came out, the audience once again set off an uproar.

Of course, this is not what the Temple of Transformation said.

"It's a person from the Dashun Dynasty!"

The Dashun Dynasty actually made a move!

This made everyone get excited.

In front, the four major sects were competing with each other, and now there is another Dashun Dynasty, which makes the auction even more exciting.

"The people of the dynasty have made a move."

"Looks like we won't be able to get it."

In Wuhua Pavilion, the white-haired old man slowly spoke.

"Yuanmu Pavilion Master, we still have enough spirit stones, do you want to ......," a disciple behind him reminded.

"No need, so be it."

The white-haired old man, who was the Yuanmu Pavilion Master of Wuhua Pavilion, shook his head.

He didn't continue to participate in the auction, not because of the number of spirit stones, but because he had his own considerations.

Wuhua Pavilion will no longer increase the price, but it doesn't mean that other sects won't grab it.

"Three hundred and two."

Long Yanshan continued to rise in price one by one.

Qin Shuming's way of bidding really made many monks in the audience who watched the immortals fight very unhappy, but they had nothing to say.

After all, the premise of the price increase, there are hundreds of third-level spirit stones.

"Three hundred and ten."

Yongjiao is still lavish, completely ignoring who the person who is asking for the price is.

In fact, even the Great Shun Dynasty is nothing for the top sects.

In their eyes, the nature of a dynasty is similar to that of a family, that is, the area under its jurisdiction is slightly larger.

"Master, the people of the Dashun Dynasty have also made a move."

In the private room of the Chemical Energy Temple, the little monk spoke again, and the old monk still kept smiling.

Looking at the master's appearance, the little monk fell into deep thought again.

After a while, it was a sudden realization.

This time, the little monk was full of confidence and looked at the master.

"I can't ask for it, it's not what I love."

The little monk made an old-fashioned appearance, and seemed to be very confident in the answer this time.

The old monk was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then showed the jagged teeth in his mouth and smiled: "It's close, but I haven't understood it yet." ”

"Not really." The little monk had a bitter face, and after thinking about it, he didn't understand the truth, and cast a thirsty look at the old monk.

In this regard, the answer given by the old monk was only three words.

"Unspeakable."

After listening to the old monk's words, the little monk suddenly became enlightened, and sat down on the ground and meditated cross-legged, as if the old monk's words were very good for him.

After a while, the little monk slowly got up and looked at the old monk with a more respectful expression.

"It's worthy of Master, just three words made me wake up like a dream."

"It seems that I still have a long way to go on the path of meditation and enlightenment."

The little monk looked at the kind old monk in front of him, and his admiration arose.

The old monk was still smiling, his wrinkled face laughing, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he looked very charitable.

Seeing the little monk have some feelings, the old monk is also very happy.

He didn't know what the little monk had realized.

He only knew that the reason why he didn't go to fight with other sects was not because of anything else, but only for one reason.

Huaneng Temple, no money.