Zhang Yuanhao crossed his fingers, frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and for a moment, he took a deep breath and transmitted the sound to Fan Yue, who was pale.

"What, you're going to lend me 10,000 spirit stones!"

Fan Yue almost roared, and when he remembered that he was still at the auction, he hurriedly sent the sound back.

Zhang Yuanhao smiled and transmitted: "I hit it off with Fan Daoyou, and I have a gap with that Zhong Hui, I don't want to see him get this treasure, if Fan Daoyou has a spirit stone at that time, I won't be too late!"

For Fan Yue, this sentence was simply a send-off in the snow, he was almost in tears, thanked Zhang Yuanhao again and again, and promised that if there is something in the future, he will respond to it as soon as he calls.

Zhang Yuanhao smiled slightly, and finally spoke!

Lending the spirit stone to Fan Yue, he had two purposes. First, he did have a gap with Zhong Hui, and he was defeated by the latter, and he didn't want to see Zhong Hui get another treasure and improve his strength; second, and the most important point, is that Fan Yue himself, through spiritual sense, Zhang Yuanhao found that he was also a monk with a cyan luck seed, hoping to take this opportunity to get in touch with him.

Just when Zhong Hui was smiling and Zhizhu was in his hand, thinking that he was about to get this long knife, Fan Yue's thick voice sounded again: "Lao Tzu gave out 46,500 spirit stones!"

Zhong Hui's face changed, his fists clenched, and his chest rose and fell: "Fan Yue Daoyou, don't you have to wait for me again, do you have enough spirit stones?"

All the cultivators also looked skeptical. On the auction table, Gu Yaxuan waved her hand and said with a smile: "Fan Daoyou cherishes his reputation, and the respected master is also a well-known foundation building powerhouse, how can he bid maliciously, there will be no lack of this spirit stone on his body!"

Zhong Hui's face changed again and again. If he increases the price again, he will have to have an extra thousand spirit stones, and he also has something to be interested in later, so he is very entangled.

After a dull moment, Zhong Hui chose not to squeak anymore and waited until the hammer fell, and the long knife had been sent to Fan Yue.

All the cultivators didn't believe that Fan Yue had enough spirit stones, and they wanted to wait and see what happened. But he didn't expect him to calmly take out hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones, and the maid nodded and left after counting the number, shocking her eyes.

Next, three high-level magic weapons were auctioned in a row, and the auction ushered in a small climax. On the Lingguang faction's side, Liu Haoran also spent more than 30,000 spirit stones to photograph a sword-type high-level magic weapon, and his face was full of smiles.

"Here's an item that a monk has temporarily commissioned to auction here!"

Gu Yaxuan lifted the tulle and saw a gray and strange-shaped object lying on a silver plate. The object is angular and angular, as if countless blocks are randomly put together.

"This strange thing is exquisitely made, like a master's handiwork, please take a look!"

A maid came up to the stage, picked up the contents of the plate, grasped it with both hands, rotated it up and down from side to side, and the object changed its appearance.

The corners of Zhang Yuanhao's mouth twitched, isn't this thing a mirror Rubik's Cube? He didn't know how many he had played in his previous life.

"This thing is made up of 729 blocks of different sizes and shapes, and each block is pushed to have a different nine-palace hexagram revealed, arranged in a chaotic manner, which is very strange. Our appraisers are unable to identify the artifact, and there is no way to unravel it at this time. But the only thing that is certain is that the material of this object is so extraordinary that even the monks who have built the foundation cannot leave the slightest trace on it. ”

Gu Yaxuan paused, and then said, "Our appraiser believes that this object may contain the mechanism spells of the ancient cultivation civilization or related things, but it needs a monk who is proficient in the Five Elements Bagua and has a thorough study of the mechanism spells!"

Zhang Yuanhao was a little interested, but when he heard that the price was fifteen thousand spirit stones, he shook his head helplessly.

"Master. ”

Long Xin, who was beside him, pulled his sleeve, and the delicate voice reached Zhang Yuanhao's ears: "I have a feeling that this thing is very precious, I don't know how many times more precious than the spiritual weapon just now, if you miss it, you will definitely regret it." ”

Zhang Yuanhao's body shook, and a gleam appeared in his eyes.

Long Xin's identity is mysterious, with monstrous purple luck, and the future will definitely be extraordinary, and the spiritual weapon he found earlier has already made him have a terrifying guess about this little girl's judgment and observation, she may be the legendary pro-spirit physique, and has a keen sense of all spiritual objects with extraordinary fluctuations.

"Fifteen thousand spirit stones, the little old man has lived for so long, and he is particularly interested in these strange things!" An old voice sounded, making people feel closer.

Zhang Yuanhao was stunned, it turned out to be him!

This person's cultivation is not high, and he is in his seventies and is only in the late stage of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation. But everyone present definitely knew him, Deng Jing, the elder of the Casting Sect, a monk who forged high-level magic weapons by practicing qi cultivation.

The Casting Sect is not large, and there is only one foundation-building monk in the entire sect, but no one dares to underestimate it. Because this sect not only has a long history, but also the leader of the entire Cangfeng Country refining lineage.

Deng Jing threw himself on the refining weapon all his life, so his cultivation was completely put aside, but not only to practice qi, even if he was a strong foundation builder, he was also courteous.

This person has refined countless weapons in his life, and the wealth on his body can be compared to that of a foundation building monk, far beyond ordinary people.

"It's okay now, how can you grab it!" Zhang Yuanhao was worried.

Wait!

Zhang Yuanhao's eyebrows twitched, a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, leaned back, and sat down in the chair.

Long Xin also seemed to think of it, and her pretty face was flushed.

"Fifteen thousand spirit stones three times, deal!"

Gu Yaxuan dropped the auction hammer a little helplessly. There are two kinds of people I hate the most in this industry, one is the powerful and no one dares to offend, and the other is the one who is highly respected and everyone shows favor. Obviously, Deng Jing is the latter.

The Strange Rubik's Cube was soon sent to Deng Jing, and the auction continued.

"Next is the long-awaited treasure!"

Gu Yaxuan smiled skillfully, opened a delicate wooden box presented by the maid, held it in her hand, and circled around the stage.

"One petal of the passage flower, the reserve price is seven thousand five hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than five hundred spirit stones!"

"Eight thousand!"

Some monks shouted, but the voices were quickly drowned out by the other monks.

"Eleven thousand spirit stones!"

Zhang Yuanhao directly raised the 1,000 spirit stones on top of the previous monk's 10,000 spirit stones, and suddenly no one bid.

Soon, he had the first petal in his pocket.

Next, the second and third petals were sold for around 12,000 spirit stones.

After spending more than 30,000 spirit stones, Zhang Yuanhao took down three petals of the meridian flower in this link, which made the cultivators of the Lingguang Sect look sideways for a while.

Counting the 10,000 spirit stones lent out, Zhang Yuanhao has already spent more than 45,000 spirit stones, and then counting the expenses in the past two days plus the 20,000 spirit stones that funded the sect, the spirit stones on his body are already less than 20,000.

"Let's try to win another century-old purple ginseng!" Zhang Yuanhao smiled bitterly.