After auctioning off a top-level defensive magic weapon, the middle-aged Confucian took out a palm-sized piece of black iron from the storage bag and introduced: "One piece of iron essence, weighing one catty and two taels, the starting price is 1,500 spirit stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than 200 spirit stones." ”

"Iron Spirit?" Hearing this, everyone under the stone platform was shocked, and their eyes stared at the black iron block in the hands of the middle-aged Confucian student.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, his heart moved, iron essence is a very precious magic weapon raw material, many offensive magic weapons will use this material, so as to improve the power of the magic weapon, if some are mixed into the magic weapon, the power of the magic weapon will definitely increase greatly, even if it is possible to improve the level.

The Golden Moon Sword is a top-level magic weapon, if it is mixed with some iron essence, the level will definitely not be improved, but the power will definitely be increased a lot.

"I'll give out two thousand spirit stones. ”

"Two thousand five. ”

"Two thousand seven. ”

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As soon as the middle-aged Confucian student's words fell, the monks under the high platform began to bid, and in the blink of an eye, they broke through three thousand spirit stones.

"The old man has five thousand spirit stones," a majestic voice came from the second floor, spreading throughout the hall.

Hearing this voice, the people under the high stage closed their mouths, most of the people who could be in the private room on the second floor were monks of the Yudan period, and if they dared to compete with the monks of the Yudan period, they were looking for death.

"Hehe, Red Yuan Old Monster, I heard that you are refining a magic weapon, you want to mix this piece of iron essence into your magic weapon! But I am also a little interested in this piece of iron essence, I will give out five thousand two hundred spirit stones," a somewhat hoarse voice came from the second floor, and in the words, this person knew the monk who bid five thousand spirit stones.

"Hmph, Tianfeng Sanren, I remember that you don't seem to know the art of refining, what's the point of bidding for this piece of iron essence with the old man?" A somewhat angry voice came from the second floor.

"Hehe, didn't you hear the junior below say that the one with the highest price will get it? The old man is interested in this piece of iron essence, so he can naturally bid for it, and there is no need for Gurney to explain the reason!"

"A good one with a high price, the old man will give seven thousand spirit stones. ”

"I'll give you seven thousand two hundred. ”

"Since you Tianfeng likes this piece of iron essence so much, then the old man will give it to you! Seven thousand two hundred spirit stones to buy a piece of iron essence of one pound and two taels, hehe, really rich," a voice full of banter came into everyone's ears.

"Elder Chi Yuan blames you for playing me?" a voice full of anger came from the second floor.

As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang", and the door of a private room opened automatically, and a thick green fog went straight to the private room opposite.

At this moment, the yellow light flashed, and an old man in a yellow robe appeared at the door of the private room, stopping the green fog.

"We don't care about the matter between you and Chiyuan Zhenren, but if you want to make trouble here, first ask the three of us if we agree," the yellow-robed old man turned his hands behind his back, looked at the green fog in front of him, and said calmly.

At the same time, there were figures on the left and right sides of the second floor, a white-haired old woman holding a dragon's head cane and a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, their eyes staring at the green fog in the air.

"Haha, Tianfeng old ghost, it's been so many years, and your fiery temper won't change," a joking voice came from the private room behind the yellow-robed old man.

"Red Yuan Monster, you ······" The green fog rolled for a while, and the yellow-robed old man had already put one hand on the storage bag on his waist.

The hands of the white-haired old woman and the middle-aged man were also placed on the storage bag on their waists.

Seeing this scene, the group of foundation building monks below were a little nervous, if these seniors of the Yudan period fought, it would definitely affect them, and several timid immortal cultivators left this place.

Although most of the cultivators still chose to stay here, everyone's expressions were nervous, and more than a dozen immortal cultivators even released defensive shields.

"Hmph, for the sake of the face of the three major families, forget it this time, the old monster of the Red Yuan, if you have the ability to wait for the auction to end, let's have a discussion," After speaking, the green fog rolled for a while, and he returned to the original private room, and the door closed automatically.

"Learn, learn, others are afraid of you, the old man is not afraid of you, just let the old man learn your poisonous skills, and see if it is as powerful as the legend in the outside world. ”

"Then let's say okay, the auction is over, and we will compete on this mountain to see if your Chiyuan Technique is powerful or my poisonous skills are powerful. ”

"Okay, the auction will continue," the yellow-robed old man dropped a sentence, and his figure flickered, and he disappeared, and the white-haired old woman and the middle-aged man disappeared without a trace.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian on the stone platform couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "This senior bid for seven thousand two hundred spirit stones, if there is no Taoist friend to bid, this piece of iron essence will belong to this senior." ”

Of course, the monks under the stone platform will not speak, 7,200 spirit stones to buy a piece of iron essence, not to mention that they don't have that spirit stone, and they won't open their mouths, that's a fool's job, Tianfeng Sanren originally wanted to raise the price, so that Chiyuan Zhenren would suffer a dark loss, who knew that the calculation was in vain, but instead went around himself, the auction was jointly organized by the three immortal cultivators, this loss, Tianfeng Sanren was decided.

No one opened his mouth to bid, and this piece of iron essence naturally fell into the hands of the Tianfeng Sanren, and immediately a red-clothed maid carried this piece of iron essence with a disc and sent it into the room of the Tianfeng Sanren.

That piece of iron essence could be auctioned off with more than 7,000 spirit stones, and the middle-aged Confucian Sheng's face was also much better, and he flipped his palm, and there was a palm-sized red wooden box.

When I opened the wooden box, I saw that there was a spirit egg the size of a coconut inside.

"The spirit egg of the demon bird iron feather eagle, when it becomes an adult, it is a fourth-level demon beast, and the iron feathers are as hard as iron, not only can it release the low-level spell of the wind blade technique, but the flight speed is also very fast, not under the general top-level flying magic weapon, in addition, a pair of sharp claws can easily break the shield released by the foundation building monk, and the Taoist friends who have not yet had a spirit beast may wish to buy it back, it is definitely a big fighting spell helper, the reserve price is one thousand spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than two hundred yuan each time. ”

If it weren't for the eight bloodthirsty spirit bats in his hands, Wang Changsheng would also join the auction, but if he didn't speak, it didn't mean that others wouldn't speak.

"Fifteen hundred spirit stones. ”

"Two thousand. ”

"I'll give two thousand two. ”

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The spirit egg of the Iron Feather Eagle quickly broke through the price of two thousand spirit stones, and it was still increasing rapidly, and in the end, this spirit egg of the Iron Feather Eagle was bought by a female monk for three thousand four hundred spirit stones.

After auctioning off the spirit egg, the middle-aged Confucian took a few steps back and sat back on the chair, while at the same time, the middle-aged woman also got up and walked to the rectangular wooden table.

"The first auction item of our Wu family is the favorite of the alchemist, a top-level purple light tripod, which can not only absorb the high temperature of the earth fire, but also has a certain amplifying effect on Cheng Dan, bidding at the base price of five hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than one hundred spirit stones," the middle-aged woman said as she took out a palm-sized purple Dan furnace from the storage bag and placed it on the table for everyone to take a closer look.

The alchemy furnace is a magic weapon, and only the alchemist is interested, Wang Changsheng is not interested in alchemy, and he doesn't need this thing, so he naturally won't open his mouth to bid.

"Six spirit stones. ”

"Eight hundred. ”

"I'll give out a thousand spirit stones. ”

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After a round of bidding, this Dan furnace named "Purple Light Ding" was bought by a man in red for 2,000 spirit stones.

"The second auction item, the purple light bead of the top-level defensive magic weapon, don't miss it if you don't have a top-level defensive magic weapon, the starting price is seven hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than two hundred spirit stones," the middle-aged woman turned her jade hand, and there was an egg-sized purple bead in her hand, and introduced to everyone.

"A thousand spirit stones. ”

"One thousand three. ”

"Fifteen hundred spirit stones are out of the ground. ”

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Defensive magic weapons are relatively rare, especially top-level defensive magic weapons, as soon as this bead appeared, it caused the auction of the monks on the scene, and soon, the bidding price of this purple light bead exceeded two thousand spirit stones.

Two thousand spirit stones had already exceeded the price of this item, and the number of people who had also bid had decreased a lot, and only a few wealthy immortal cultivators were bidding.

"The one hundred and seventy-one Daoist bid for two thousand three hundred spirit stones, is there any higher?" the middle-aged woman glanced at the monks present and asked loudly.

"One hundred and seventy-one, isn't this the guy who bid for the demon bird Neidan with himself at the beginning?" Wang Changsheng heard this, his heart moved, and he hurriedly said, "I'll give you two thousand five." ”

"The Daoist friend of the two hundred and eighty bid for two thousand five hundred spirit stones, is there anything higher," the middle-aged woman's expression was a little excited, to be honest, the price of two thousand three hundred spirit stones was already very good, and there were people who increased the price, she was naturally happy, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

"This is a top-level defensive magic weapon! you might be able to save your life when it's critical," the middle-aged woman said in a seductive tone.

"Two thousand seven. ”

"Two thousand seven, one hundred and seventy-one Daoist friends bid two thousand seven hundred spirit stones, are there any higher bids?"

"Three thousand," Wang Changsheng's face did not change, and he added three hundred spirit stones, he participated in the auction, firstly, to retaliate against this person for bidding for Neidan with him before, and secondly, he did have some interest in this purple light bead, as the middle-aged woman said, he might be able to save his life at a critical time.

Hearing this offer, a person in the front row suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Changsheng.

This is a man about thirty years old, dressed in a blue brocade robe, with handsome facial features, seeing the Tai Chi pattern on Wang Changsheng's body, a touch of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he quickly turned his head and said in a deep voice:

"Three thousand two hundred spirit stones, if there is a higher bid, let it be given to him!"

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he smiled slightly and did not speak again.

In the end, this top-level defensive magic weapon purple light bead was bought by the middle-aged man at a high price of three thousand two hundred spirit stones.

Next, the middle-aged woman on the stone platform took out several auction items, and the things were very good, among them, the auction items that Wu Ying said to Wang Changsheng and others were all inside.

When the three three-hundred-year-old Chiyang Zhi appeared, Wang Changsheng did not bid for the auction, although he needed a large number of more than a hundred years of elixir to refine the intermediate rune paper, but he would not spend double the price to buy a three-hundred-year-old elixir, it was too much of a loss.

After auctioning off the two bottles of the Gathering Spirit Pill, the middle-aged woman's jade hand flipped over, and there were two more red talismans in her hand.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng's heart was hot, he must auction the next fire escape talisman, such a life-saving weapon, he will not miss it.

"Two intermediate talisman seals, auction together, the starting price is 1,000 spirit stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than 100 spirit stones," the middle-aged woman held these two talisman seals between her fingers and said loudly to everyone.

Intermediate runes are relatively rare, occasionally sold, and most of them are offensive runes, like fire escape runes, which are very rare.

Although everyone wanted to get these two Fire Escape Talismans, most of them had spent seventy-seven or eighty-eight on the spirit stones in the first two rounds of auctions, and if Wang Changsheng hadn't known that there were two Fire Escape Talismans for sale, he would have also bid for the goods in front of them.

"The concubine has 1,100 spirit stones. ”

"I'm out of one thousand two. ”

"One thousand three. ”

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Perhaps because the spirit stones have been greatly reduced, the price increase is not high every time, but the price has quickly reached 1,500 spirit stones.

To be honest, the Fire Escape Talisman is a one-time consumable, and fifteen hundred spirit stones are already considered a high price.

"The Daoist friend of the one hundred and thirty-one bid for fifteen hundred spirit stones, and is there a higher bid," the middle-aged woman asked routinely.

"Sixteen hundred," Wang Changsheng added a hundred spirit stones.

"Seventeen hundred. ”

"One thousand eight. ”

"Two thousand," Wang Changsheng said lightly.

"The Daoist friend of the two hundred and eighty bid two thousand spirit stones, is there anything higher, this is an intermediate-level talisman seal! Although it is a one-time consumable, once activated, it can appear a hundred miles away, which can be described as a life-saving weapon!" The middle-aged woman talked about the benefits of the fire escape talisman and wanted others to pay a higher price.

Although Wang Changsheng didn't like the other party's approach, he was helpless.

Not to mention, after hearing this, someone really opened his mouth and added a hundred spirit stones, Wang Changsheng had no choice but to add another two hundred spirit stones, and then he won these two fire escape talismans.

When Wang Changsheng returned to the hall again, the middle-aged woman had an extra silver long sword in her hand.

"The Daoist friend of No. 91 bid for two thousand five hundred spirit stones, and if there is a higher bid, if not, this Hanli Sword will belong to this Daoist. ”

Two thousand five hundred spirit stones to buy a top-level magic weapon is not worth it in the eyes of many people, but after seeing the marks on the bidder's clothes, it suddenly dawned on him that for sword cultivation, a good sword weapon is indeed worth this price, and it is Li Dian who is bidding.

In the end, this Hanli Sword was bought by Li Dian at the price of 2,800 spirit stones, and after the auction was successful, he walked towards the nearby side gate with an excited face under the leadership of the red-clothed maid.

After the auction of the Coldbird Sword, the middle-aged woman sat back in her chair, and Kong Xiao stood up again.

At the same time, eight tigers carried an iron cage the size of a zhang on their backs, and walked slowly up the stone platform along the stone stairs.