In this regard, Zhuang Bufan has long been accustomed to it, there is no way, excellent people will always be jealous.

Especially, for appearance, this kind of thing is not something that can be lifted up by hard work.

Good looking is good-looking, handsome is handsome, no matter how you compare, it's useless.

In the center of the square, next to Zhong Liwan, a platform slowly rose, and a long box about half a meter long and eight centimeters wide appeared on it.

Zhong Liwan opened it and saw that there were rows of silver needles, and she explained at this time.

"This is the Feidu Silver Needle, a Lingbao-level weapon, with a total of one hundred and eight needles, which is a very powerful weapon for some special people in need. ”

Hearing this, everyone shouted, "What, a Lingbao-level weapon." ”

You must know that some weapons in the past were all mortal soldiers and fine iron grades, but this Feidu Silver Needle is a Lingbao level.

I have to say, it's hot.

However, this weapon is very special, he is not the same as a sword, ordinary people will use one or two moves.

And this flying silver needle, held in the hand, if you are not familiar with this weapon, you don't know how to fight people.

It can be said that this weapon is not needed by most people, after all, for this weapon, it is too troublesome to deliberately learn how to make needles.

Many people sighed a little when they heard this.

However, Zhuang Bufan's slightly narrowed eyes opened, looking at this weapon, and shouted in his heart, "This weapon is very good for Song Bai, he is refining quenching bone liquid for me, I can't give nothing, it's better to buy this weapon and give it to him." ”

Zhuang Bufan is a decisive person, and as soon as he thought of this, he made up his mind to take this weapon into his hands.

"Two hundred spirit stones. ”

At this time, Ling Yun behind Zhuang Bufan spoke, and suddenly pressed the price to the point where no one else dared to bid.

It seems that he is bound to obtain this Lingbao-level weapon.

After all, he loves embroidery, and he is very good at needle-like weapons, and this Lingbao-level Feidu Silver Needle is perfect for him.

"Three hundred and fifty spirit stones. ”

At this time, Zhuang Bufan raised his hand and released his interest in this Lingbao-level weapon.

When the others heard this, they all hesitated and didn't dare to make another move, after all, they all knew that this young man wearing a mask would definitely take it in his hand once he took a fancy to something.

"You...... Are you pushing me?"

Ling Yun bare face and shouted in a low voice.

Zhuang Bufan's face still did not change and his heart did not beat, "I didn't force you, I really need this thing." ”

Ling Yun knew this guy's temperament, he was cold and indifferent, and he couldn't talk to him.

That being the case, then......

"Four hundred spirit stones. ”

Ling Yun held up the sign and shouted.

Then, accompany him to the end and see who has more capital and more money.

"Five hundred spirit stones. ”

At this moment, a voice came from the other direction of the square, which made everyone look at it involuntarily, wanting to know who it was, with strong financial resources, and dared to intervene.

It was an old man with sparse hair, a gray face, and a pair of cloudy eyes, staring at the flying silver needle in the center of the stage.

It seems that there is a thirst for this Lingbao-level weapon.

It seems that he is an old man who has experience with needle-like spiritual treasures, otherwise, he would not have loved this Feidu Silver Needle so much.

Ling Yun squinted slightly, he didn't expect that an opponent would come out, it seemed that this old man was even more difficult to deal with than Zhuang Bufan.

After all, he'd heard that old people don't look shabby, but they have more money than you can imagine.

For most of their lives, they have a wealth of experience in life, and the wealth they have accumulated will surely surprise people.

"Six hundred spirit stones. ”

Zhuang Bufan's cold tone came, interrupting Ling Yun's blind thoughts.

There's a tough opponent here, and we can't forget that.

"Six hundred and fifty dollars. ”

Ling Yun gritted his teeth and spit out this sentence, he really didn't have much money.

This has reached a line that he cannot tolerate, and if anyone raises the price, he is afraid that he will not be able to add it.

"Seven hundred spirit stones. ”

On the other end, the old man continued to raise the price, his eyelids did not move, a slightly hoarse voice came from his throat, and the other few people next to him were silent, not daring to move.

"Seven hundred spirit stones, it's really powerful, I can't make so much money in my life. ”

Someone saw this scene, covered their mouths with their hands, and shouted in disbelief.

In addition, Ling Yun's face was very embarrassed, the spirit stones in his pocket were not enough for him to continue to snatch with others, so he could only hang his head like a defeated rooster.

Zhuang Bufan's outstretched hand at this time woke him up fiercely again.

"Eight hundred spirit stones. ”

A sentence came lightly, as if there was no strength, but Ling Yun behind him blushed, but he was helpless.

This time, the cry immediately attracted the attention of the others, and when everyone saw this, they all exclaimed, "My God, eight hundred spirit stones, how much money this guy has, I can't imagine it at all." ”

Even the old man on the opposite side couldn't help but glance at Zhuang Bufan at this time, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

In the center of the stage, Zhong Liwan covered her small mouth, glanced at Zhuang Bufan deeply, and said, "Eight hundred spirit stones, once." ”

......

What to do, Ling Yun was anxious at this moment, and he couldn't wait to get up and give Zhuang Bufan a slap to vent his dissatisfaction.

Wu Guizhong, who was on the side, saw this and knew that the friends around him were in trouble and short of money.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he said to Ling Yun, "Don't worry, although I have known you for less than a day, I have seen a trace of my shadow from you, and I am not short of money, I can give you a good amount of spirit stone fees, you can call it boldly." ”

Wu Guizhong and Ling Yun met at a beauty pageant, if it weren't for their common goal, Shen Ye.

Maybe you can't make good friends.

Ling Yun listened, looked at this little boy, Wu Guizhong, who was five years younger than him, and nodded, "Okay, I will return it to you if I have a chance." ”

"No need, I don't care about any of this, you know, I have so much money that I have nowhere to spend it, and your hundreds of spirit stones are harmless to me. ”

Wu Gui waved his hand, quite extraordinary, contemptuous of money.

Ling Yun didn't say much, and raised his hand, "Nine hundred spirit stones." ”

Immediately, the Lingbao-level flying silver needle was raised to a new height.

The old man on the other side stretched out a finger at this time and said hoarsely, "I will give out a thousand spirit stones." ”

Hearing this, the people in the square were boiling, "Damn, this shouldn't be the first spirit treasure to break through a thousand spirit stones, right?"

"It's really amazing, compared to them, my purse is completely insufficient. ”

"However, the Lingbao-level Feidu Silver Needle, it is good to have this price, if it weren't for the fact that this Lingbao is out of the door, only a few people will compete for it. If it is a sword-type spirit treasure, I'm afraid the price will be higher. ”

Someone commented on this.

That's right, if it's a sword-like spirit treasure, reaching three thousand spirit stones, it's not empty.