Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Auction Begins

Walking into the private room, the woman immediately picked up a spirit fruit and handed it to Qingfeng, "Do you need other services from your predecessors?" ”

After speaking, he looked at Qingfeng with a hint of shyness in his eyes, Qingfeng didn't know the woman's actions, but he didn't blame it, this is also someone else's way of begging for life, it can't be said to be right or wrong.

"You're just outside the door, you don't need any service right now." Qingfeng casually sent away the woman, and Qingfeng still knew that the wealth was not revealed, who knows which forces these people are spies.

"Yes, Senpai." When the woman went out, there seemed to be a grievance in her eyes, and she reluctantly walked out.

Soon, a large platform rose below, and an old man appeared on the stage.

"Fellow Daoists, I am Dongfang Bai, the chief auctioneer of the Treasure Pavilion, and I will preside over the auction for you today, and I will return with a full load; also give the old man a face, this auction is based on the principle of fairness and justice, and the highest bidder wins. ”

The old man's words all revealed a certain meaning, warning everyone not to do something inappropriate again.

Dongfang Bai clapped his palms, and a scantily clad young woman walked up with a tray.

Dongfang Bai motioned for the woman to uncover the red silk covered on the tray, and a knife-shaped spiritual weapon appeared in front of everyone.

"Today's first lot is a medium-grade spiritual weapon refined by Master Ou Zhizi, the Moon Knife, this knife has a sharp attack, it is a sharp weapon for treasure hunting and self-defense, the starting price is 10,000 spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than 1,000 spirit stones each time."

As the Oriental vernacular fell, countless roars erupted in the hall.

"I'll give you a chance."

"Haha, if you want to do this Moon Gazetteer Knife too, I'll give you fifteen thousand!"

"Eighteen thousand."

Soon, the price was quoted at more than 30,000 lower grade spirit stones.

Qingfeng shook his head, if the auction of the Treasure Pavilion once every twenty years was these goods, it would be too disappointing for him.

It didn't take long for the Mochizuki Knife to be auctioned by a loose cultivator man with 53,000 spirit stones.

Immediately, a young girl appeared on the auction table again, walking up with a proud figure.

Dongfang Bai roared loudly: "The first auction item may not be satisfactory to everyone, but I don't know if this celestial vanilla can make everyone interested." ”

"Heavenly vanilla is a necessary thing for Yuanying Cultivators to cultivate supernatural powers, so I won't introduce it too much here; The starting price is 100,000 spirit stones, and each increase shall not be less than 10,000 spirit stones. ”

As soon as Qingfeng saw the appearance of Tian Vanilla, he became a little interested, but there was still no offer, and in the secret realm, Tian Vanilla was not uncommon.

However, Qingfeng's lack of demand for heavenly vanilla does not mean that other people are the same, and sure enough, as soon as the Oriental vernacular voice fell, someone immediately made a bid.

"I'll give out 150,000 spirit stones."

"160,000 spirit stones."

"My Qian family has 180,000 spirit stones, and I hope you will give my Qian family a face." In a private room not far from the breeze, a man's voice was heard.

Suddenly, there was a buzz below.

"Hmph, I'll give out 200,000 spirit stones."

Someone was dissatisfied with the Qian family's revelation of family power to suppress people, and immediately snorted coldly.

"Second Master Qian, I hope this is the last time, otherwise the rules of my Treasure Pavilion will not be so easy to say."

Dongfang Bai stood up at this time and gave a warning that was neither light nor heavy.

"Dongfang Daoyou, it's the old man who didn't think it through, I'm sorry." The man known as Qian Erye said reluctantly.

Soon, the price of heavenly herbs was raised to 500,000 spirit stones, and a woman in black pocketed it.

The auction proceeded quickly, with dozens of lots sold out in less than two hours.

"The next treasure to be photographed is the star sand, which is refined from the star fragments in the wind outside the sky, and I won't repeat the effect; The starting price is 500,000 spirit stones, and each price increase shall not be less than 100,000 spirit stones. ”

Dongfang Bai's words fell, and there was a sudden silence in the hall, quietly looking at the booth in front of him, the items in the small box in front of Dongfang Bai, all knew that this was not something he could touch, no one dared to bid, of course, he couldn't afford to do it.

Qingfeng heard Xingchensha appear, and immediately sat up straight, quietly staring at the booth below.

Without hesitation, Qingfeng immediately bid, "One and a half million spirit stones." ”

Suddenly, the entire auction hall fell silent, and it was obvious that Qingfeng's first bid had tripled, exceeding many people's psychological expectations, and at the same time, it also let people know Qingfeng's ambition for this object.

Qingfeng wants this effect, otherwise, if you bid little by little, it will definitely exceed 1.5 million streets in the end.

"Two million lower grade spirit stones." Obviously, not everyone will be intimidated by the breeze bid.

Qingfeng's face sank, knowing that his wishful thinking didn't work, but it didn't matter, he didn't plan to win Xingchensha for 1.5 million.

"Three million."

Qingfeng said lightly, looking like Lao Tzu had a spirit stone.

"Three and a half million." Someone apparently has a great need for Starsand as well.

"Five million." Breeze continued to bid.

"Five and a half million." The man followed.

In a private room in the Treasure Pavilion, a man in black wearing a mask was sweating profusely, staring at the star sands of the booth, his hands clenched tightly, and his mouth muttered, "Don't bid....".

Qingfeng saw that there were still people raising the price, his face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he shouted out violently, "Ten million." ”

This made the masked man's legs weak, sat down on the ground, and looked at Xingchensha unwillingly, wanting to do something but not taking action in the end, following the voice and glancing at the breeze's private room, I don't know what he was thinking.

A small whirlpool appeared in front of Qing Feng, Qing Feng took out a storage bag and put it into the whirlpool, which contained ten million spirit stones, and in an instant, the storage bag disappeared into the whirlpool.

Soon, a box appeared again in the whirlpool, and it was Xingchensha inside, picked up the box and checked it, and after it was confirmed, Qingfeng put away Xingchensha, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"The next is a bead, I don't know what the use of this bead is, but the material of this bead can be described as invulnerable, invulnerable, and nothing can be damaged; Friends who are destined can shoot it, and it is unknown if they have gained something; The starting price of this bead is 10 million spirit stones. ”

Dongfang Bai's words make people speechless, if you don't understand it yourself, you can still take it out for auction, who wants to be wronged.

Suddenly, the entire Treasure Pavilion was silent, and no one made a bid, after all, no one was a fool.

Qingfeng also felt speechless, this Dongfang Bai's words are still a little tempting for some Xiuzhen Xiaobai, but the one who can participate in the auction is not a long-tempered old oilman.

Just as Qingfeng was complaining in his heart, the stone tablet in the depths of the sea suddenly made a buzzing sound, and became restless in the sea of Qingfeng, which had never appeared before.

Qingfeng felt that this was a kind of hunger and thirst, yes, it was hunger and thirst, and it was a very needed expression.

Qingfeng felt incredible, could it be that this stone tablet was still conscious?

Qingfeng didn't think about it anymore, because Dongfang Bai below had already shouted, "If no one bids, this treasure will be auctioned, it's really a pity." ”

"Ten million." The breeze blurted out.