As soon as these words came out, many people immediately looked at the corner where Mo Feiyu was, but because he was wearing a wide robe and his face was also blocked by the brim of his hat, many people shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know this person.

The bald man glared at Mo Feiyu viciously, and then said coldly:

"Eight thousand five hundred!"

Everyone swallowed at the same time, being able to pay such a high price for a talisman is definitely a lot of money.

"Nine thousand spirit stones!"

Mo Feiyu spoke in a rough voice again, as if he didn't care about the appearance of so many spirit stones.

Hearing this, many people's faces changed slightly, and then they shook their heads helplessly, with so many spirit stones, for the sake of a talisman, it was obviously worth the loss.

At this time, the bald man's face was obviously a little angry, and when he was about to open his mouth to increase the price again, the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt next to him patted him on the shoulder.

"If you can't get it, forget it, the last thing is what we're here for. ”

After listening to the words of the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt, the bald man finally took a deep breath, and he gave up the competition for the Heavenly Thunder Fu.

However, he was obviously a little annoyed, glared at Mo Feiyu fiercely, and threatened:

"Good boy, you dare to steal something from Lao Tzu! Wait a minute, don't let Lao Tzu catch you. ”

Many people looked sideways at Mo Feiyu, and most of them showed a trace of pity.

It seems that the bald man is very powerful, and many people dare not offend easily.

However, what people didn't expect was that Mo Feiyu didn't seem to hear the other party's words and didn't respond to the bald man.

At this time, the young man with a folding fan laughed:

"Hahaha, it's really nice to see Qiu Hu of the Seven Wolves Gang eating deflated today. This fellow Daoist, don't be afraid of him, if you are interested in joining my Flying Tiger Gang, I will guarantee that Qiu Hu will never dare to touch a single hair of you. ”

Regarding the young man's words, Mo Feiyu still didn't hear them and didn't make any response.

When he first entered the auction hall, Mo Feiyu had already used his divine sense to probe the realm of these people.

The white-robed young man holding a folding fan in his hand was the eleventh layer of qi refining, while the two gray-haired old men beside him who had been expressionless all the time had the strength of the twelfth layer of qi refining.

As for the Seven Wolves Gang Qiu Hu mentioned in his mouth, it is the realm of the twelfth layer of qi refining, but the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt next to Qiu Hu has the cultivation of the thirteenth layer of qi refining.

Now Mo Feiyu only has the strength of the eighth layer of qi refining, and if he talks about the realm alone, he naturally can't compare with these people, but Mo Feiyu has three high-level magic weapons in his hands, if he fights alone, even if he wants to defeat the cultivator of the twelfth layer of qi refining, it is not impossible.

Seeing that Mo Feiyu didn't mean to talk to others, the white-robed old man smiled and announced the ownership of the Heavenly Thunder Fu:

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be this Taoist friend's eyes like a torch, this day the thunder talisman will be owned by the Taoist friend at the price of nine thousand spirit stones. ”

As soon as the words fell, many people in the auction hall showed envious expressions, they could spend nine thousand spirit stones to buy a superb talisman, and they all guessed that this person must be worth a lot of money.

Immediately afterwards, the white-robed old man once again introduced the auction item behind him.

"Next, there is the most valuable item in this auction, a first-class demon beast, the red-tailed spirit fox. ”

As soon as the words fell, two big men carried an iron cage and placed it in the center of the stone platform, only to see a white fox with a jade face and a red tail curled up in the corner of the cage.

The white-robed old man introduced:

"A first-grade demon beast, a red-tailed silver fox, is born with illusions, and is extremely sensitive to fire-attribute materials. After this beast recognizes its master, it can be fed as a spirit animal, which can help the owner find fire attribute treasures in the early stage, and after the strength is improved, it can be used as an excellent helper in fighting with people. ”

In the world of cultivating immortals, all fox demon beasts are extremely smart, and even if they are caught, they will resist desperately. Therefore, among the demon beasts captured by humans, there are very few spirit foxes.

I didn't expect that there would be a red-tailed silver fox at this auction, which made Mo Feiyu feel very strange.

If it weren't for the fact that the spirit stone was almost spent, Mo Feiyu would have wanted to try to auction this demon fox.

I only heard the old man in the white robe say:

"The reserve price of the red-tailed silver fox is 10,000 spirit stones, and there is no cap. ”

"Fifteen thousand spirit stones!"

"Eighteen thousand spirit stones!"

......

It can be seen that the red-tailed silver fox is still relatively precious to most monks, and in just a few breaths, this spirit fox was actually raised to a high price of more than 40,000 spirit stones.

Mo Feiyu shook his head helplessly, it seemed that this spirit fox had no chance with him.

Seeing that everyone was still enthusiastic, Mo Feiyu stood up and left the auction hall to go backstage.

At this time, a beautiful girl stepped forward with a smile and said to Mo Feiyu:

"This fellow Daoist, are you going to take the items that were just auctioned?"

Mo Feiyu didn't reply, just nodded slightly, and threw a bag of spirit stones to the girl.

The girl respectfully took the spirit stone, hurriedly gave it to a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor, and whispered a few words to him.

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Mo Feiyu, and then used his divine sense to poke into the cloth bag.

After a while, the middle-aged man took the wooden box containing the Heavenly Thunder Talisman and respectfully handed it to Mo Feiyu:

"This fellow Daoist, this is the Heavenly Thunder Talisman you auctioned. You put it away!"

Mo Feiyu nodded slightly, reached out and took the wooden box into his hand, and after confirming it with his divine sense, he said in a rough voice:

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, welcome to our auction again!" said the middle-aged man with a smile.

Mo Feiyu put his things into the storage bag, turned around and walked towards the outside of the auction hall.

At the same time, the auction of the red-tailed silver fox in the auction hall also reached a climax, and in order to get a first-grade demon beast, someone even shouted the sky-high price of 60,000 spirit stones.

And Qiu Hu, who was calculating whether the spirit stone was enough, inadvertently swept his eyes over where Mo Feiyu was before, but suddenly found that Mo Feiyu was missing.

Qiu Hu's face suddenly became a little angry:

"I can't get this spirit fox, but my Heavenly Thunder Talisman must not run away! I'm going to chase that guy. ”

After listening to Qiu Hu's words, the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt on the side only frowned slightly, and then said:

"Although the other party is only the eighth layer of qi refining, he now has the Heavenly Thunder Talisman in his hand, you have to be careful!"

Qiu Hu grinned and said very easily:

"Don't worry, it's only the eighth layer of qi refining, I will kill him like a dog!"

After speaking, Qiu Hu raised his hand and touched the top of his bare head, and then strode towards the outside of the auction hall.

After leaving the auction hall, Mo Feiyu pretended to be unhurried and walked through two lively streets.

When he arrived at a deserted corner, Mo Feiyu pinched the magic trick, played a simple wind control trick under his feet, and quickly took a step towards the south gate of Red Tiger City.