The phantom on the auction table was as real as the real thing, and the bottle of high-grade elixir refined from transparent spar slowly rotated, revealing the round elixir of light moon white inside, each of which emitted a light blue aura like a mist and a phantom.

There are a total of ten pills, each of which is exactly the same size, and the shape and soft light are almost the same, which shows that the alchemy master Yan Sen lives up to his reputation.

The auctioneer looked at the numbers beating wildly in the light curtain above his head, his two eyes seemed to burst into fine light, and the income from just auctioning off this treasure could exceed the sum of several previous items, and he naturally hoped that the numbers would jump longer and faster.

The fourth-order super-grade Yuehua Dan really can't come back to life, and the auctioneer's so-called one grain is worth one life is still too exaggerated, but in addition to irreparable injuries such as the collapse of the Yuan Baby, the rupture of the dantian, and the scattering of the sea of knowledge, the serious injuries of the physical body and the virtual body can be nourished and treated by the natural Yuehua Dan.

The Yuanying monks were more concerned about the serious injuries of the void body, but the incorporeal existences of the dantian, the yuanying, the sea of knowledge, and the meridians happened to be difficult to treat. If you delay a little, you will be left with a dark wound.

Therefore, once the Natural Moon Hua Dan appeared in the world, it would be fought for, even if it was only a third-order, it would be of great help to the injury of the Yuan Infant Cultivator.

"Four thousand nine hundred top-grade spirit stones, the Daoists here are really rich. Fuyi stared at the light curtain, and didn't dare to participate in it at all.

She had 7,110 top-grade spirit stones before, and she had just auctioned 210 Outer Heaven Thunder Stones, and the remaining 6,900 were not enough to see at all. In addition to the top-grade spirit stones, she also has 50,000 lower-grade and more than 14,000 high-grade spirit stones, and as for the medium-grade spirit stones, they have already been spent cleanly.

"Five thousand and six, it doesn't seem that there were so many people bidding just now, but this time you should be able to auction seven or eight thousand top-grade spirit stones. ”

Fu Yi sighed again and again in the elegant room, and when he reached the Yuan Infant Period, the consumption of spirit stones was like flowing water, and there was no trace of it. "If she was really photographed by Ding Yi, then her net worth would be terrifyingly rich. ”

Thinking that these large number of spirit stones were obtained by deception in her name, Fu Yi's heart became even more disgusted. She doesn't envy Ding Yi's extravagant life at all, those drunken dreams and death, throwing all souls, if you want to have it, it's actually very simple.

She simply hated Ding Yi and couldn't give birth to the slightest sympathy. She is not a kind-hearted and gentle-tempered person like Gao Qian, who will understand everything from the perspective of the enemy. What happened to Ding Yi had nothing to do with her, she only knew that if Ding Yi provoked her, she had to pay a terrible price.

"Seven thousand eight hundred! Now it's seven thousand eight hundred top-grade spirit stones, fellow Daoists, if you don't make a move at this time, you will really miss it!"

The auctioneer's voice carried a hint of temptation and a hint of persecution, and the light curtain jumped a few more times, jumping from an integer of seven thousand eight hundred to seven thousand nine hundred and fifty.

At this moment, I don't know who suddenly raised the price suddenly, raising the number on the light curtain to a full 10,000 top-grade spirit stones.

This time, no one is competing with it.

The auctioneer's eyes flashed with shrewdness, and he knew that the price was too high, and no matter how much he instigated it, no one would continue to increase the price, but it was easy to offend the monk who offered a high price, and he might as well sell it with this bold customer.

Endless praises flowed out of his mouth, praising this treasure collector in the sky and on the earth, and congratulated him repeatedly for a while before waving away the phantom and starting the auction of the last fourth-order treasure.

When the phantom of the pill bottle disappeared, Fu Yi and the divine consciousness of everyone present were all scanning the room, and at this moment, no one paid attention to the flashy fourth-order super-grade fast-moving large spirit boat on the auction table.

No matter how the auctioneer exaggerates its function and materials, no one can arouse the same interest as Yuehuadan. Everyone wanted to know which Yuanying real person was so rich that a bottle of elixir with 10,000 top-grade spirit stones could set an auction record.

"Look at Tianzi Twelve!"

"The formation is closed, could it be that this one photographed Yue Hua Dan?"

"It's too high-profile, right, you just showed up when you took pictures?"

Fuyi heard a lot of discussion in the field, and like everyone else, her divine sense also swept towards the elegant room of Tianzi No. 12, and in the eyes of everyone, a face exactly like her walked out with a light smile.

Ding Yi was wearing a defensive skirt of the same style as hers, and the swaggering red light veil moved charmingly with her movements, and she moved lightly, and a slender hand was still waving lightly towards everyone below, as if she was afraid of missing any of the limelight.

"Ding Yi, you are bold enough!" Fu Yi saw that his face was being held against him, and he made such a hypocritical behavior, he sneered in his heart, and his body flashed away with a sword, and the violent sword qi instantly enveloped the entire square.

The gauze skirt on the body of the flicker turned white with the white feathers of the elegant room, and at the moment of attack, it was almost integrated with the sword light, and it was impossible to distinguish where the figure was and where the sword shadow was.

The sword aura with anger was like a tsunami and a storm, rolling the cold aura, forming countless death vortices, and the power of the origin burst out with the most powerful force, and in an instant, spatial cracks filled the entire square.

"It's fake, the whisk that photographed Yue Huadan is a fake-"

"Run, you don't care if they're real or not!"

A group of juniors were shrouded in the square formation and enchantment, but they still couldn't breathe, and desperately ran towards the high-level spirit cranes who were in the emergency rescue. Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators turned into their original forms one by one, and under the pressure of this heaven and earth, they couldn't maintain their human form at all.

"Hurry up and approach me, don't watch the battle!"

"The primordial babies of all clans have set up the enchantment with me—"

"Terran juniors in the east, don't escape from the square!"

The Linghe clan never expected that things would develop to such a point, and the early Yuan Infant auctioneer vomited blood clots several times in succession, and was dragged by the two Yuan Babies before fleeing from the place.

At this time, Fu Yi was forcing the panicked Ding Yi into deep space, and the anger in his eyes could burn the other party to ashes.

"Whisk your clothes! Whisk your clothes! I know it's wrong! It's that I can't stand you, spare me, spare me!"

Ding Yi cried and begged for mercy, but the natal sword never wavered at all, and tried to fight back forcibly against the coercion and sword light, but unfortunately, as soon as he swung a sword, the silver broadsword that imitated Qiankun was cracked like a toy.

Fu Yi clearly saw that Ding Yi's eyes flashed with strong jealousy, as if the hatred was in his bones and could never be removed.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's die. ”

As soon as his consciousness moved, Qiankun galloped into the deep space as he wished, and just as the black and white colors were condensed, Ding Yi stood motionless and no longer resisted. She was puzzled for less than a moment before she reacted that the real Ding Yi had fled.

"The Concealment Splitting Technique is even more exquisite than my cultivation, no wonder ......" The anger in Fu Yi's heart quickly extinguished, and she regained her composure, recalling Qiankun and reaching out to dispel the remaining Tai Chi sword qi in the deep air.

It was also at this time that she remembered the little nun below who always felt a little familiar, and with a shake of her figure, she turned back towards the square below.