Regardless of whether the speculation Nangong Hao said is true or not, Li Mo is even more eager for this ice coffin, the power of resurrection, I believe that everyone will be fascinated by this power.

The reserve price of the ice coffin is 50,000 medium-grade spirit stones, which is as high as an astronomical price, and as soon as it was reported, it caused everyone to rush it.

The auctioneers under the on-site auction table pulled their necks and shouted a higher number than the other, and the water curtain behind Nangong Hao also kept flashing a higher number than the other, which was the quotation of the guests in the private room who came to participate in the auction.

Li Mo opened his mouth but didn't know what price to quote, the price continued to rise and did not stop, the last digit quoted by the previous person had just been revealed in front of people, and there would be several people shouting again. It's as if those numbers are really just numbers, not spirit stones.

How long did this crazy price rush last, Li Mo didn't pay attention to the time, but her palms had changed from warm to cool, as if she had stepped into winter by herself from summer.

Inside, it's really been a long time coming.

Finally, it means that the price of the number of spirit stones has begun to stop.

Because of the shock, Li Mo directly pinched the dim sum that was still in her other hand into pieces, and her eyes widened, thinking that she had seen it wrong.

Nangong Hao's voice spread throughout the entire auction venue in a timely manner: "Two hundred and fifty thousand medium-grade spirit stones, the price of the mysterious ice coffin has risen to two hundred and fifty thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and there are no distinguished guests who want to increase the price." If the spirit stone is gone, you can earn it again, but this ice coffin is missed, but there is no second body, and it will be regretted for life. ”

This price can already be regarded as sky-high, even now that there is a shortage of materials, rising prices, and inflation.

This price has long exceeded the purchasing power of the guests sitting in front of the auction table, and most monks have never even seen so many spirit stones in their lifetimes.

So the auction hall is now quiet except for Nangong Hao's voice. Only the rich families with spirit stones in the private room were left to compete silently on the water mirror.

But this did not hinder the enthusiasm of the monks in the audience, and many of them even stood up, stretched their necks long, and stared at the water curtain mirror without blinking.

The price of 250,000 medium-grade spirit stones paused for a while and did not change again, Nangong Hao pursed his lips, seemed to be a little disappointed, picked up the auction hammer in his right hand, and was about to say something, and then knocked on the auction hammer.

Li Mo let go of the dim sum dregs he was holding in his palm and threw it away, slapped the small table violently, stood up and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Two hundred and sixty thousand medium-grade spirit stones." ”

When Nangong Hao heard the voice, the expression on his face relaxed a little, obviously happy. But I felt that this voice seemed to be very familiar, and when I took a look, I saw Li Mo standing in the middle of the first row of the stage, and his expression became a little complicated and inexplicable.

But soon he shouted with a smile: "260,000 medium-grade spirit stones, this guest sitting in front of the stage actually bid 260,000 to see, it seems that this ice coffin is really hot." If I sit in the audience, I will smash the pot and sell iron, and I will clap it when I am in debt. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mo saw the huge water mirror behind him light up again, and the words 300,000 Zhongpin Spirit Stones reappeared.

Li Mo bit his lip, grinded his teeth, and shouted with his neck stalked: "Three hundred thousand and one medium-grade spirit stones!"

This time, without waiting for Nangong Hao to say anything more, the water mirror lit up directly:

350,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

Li Mo was so angry that he turned his neck around, and his eyes were aimed at the second floor, wanting to see who was robbing him and going against him. She only added a medium-grade spirit stone, and the other party actually added 50,000 at once. Who wants to spend more money on things.

Besides, it is 50,000 medium-grade spirit stones, not 50,000 lower-grade spirit stones, which is not a small amount, and it is almost possible to buy a seven-grade pill before the war with the demon clan begins.

Of course, it was impossible for her to see through the windows of hundreds of private rooms, and even if she asked directly, the auction on the cloud would not necessarily tell her what private room it was.

Her lip was bitten by herself, and she controlled her urge to shout the price to death, and she was also the one who lost it.

"Three hundred thousand and one medium-grade spirit stones?"

Li Mo hadn't shouted the price yet, and a big fat man sitting at the table next to her was holding a petite and cloaked girl on his lap, and he quoted such a price with an inquiring tone.

Li Mo immediately shouted: "Do you have so many spirit stones to shout?" She remembered that this fat man had to shout for almost every auction of items, but after the price of this ice coffin rose to 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones, he stopped eating.

Nangong Hao nodded indistinctly at the corner of the stage, and a person wearing the uniform of the auction staff on the gray cloud walked out of the shadows of the corner, and took the fat man down with the person he was holding on his lap.

This is an auction, and it is held by the largest auction house on the mainland, and it is not allowed to shout in any form, even if it is not auctioned by you in the end, you must have so many spirit stones in your pocket. Of course, the auction house does not ask for help.

Of course, the auction house is not so idle, every time someone shouts a bid, you have to verify your spirit stone. But 300,000 medium-grade spirit stones are like an astronomical amount, how can you, an ordinary guest who can't even afford to book a private room, afford it.

The guests in the audience watched as the fat man and his female companion were dragged away as if they were watching a play. The difference in size between the two of them could be seen even through the cloak.

At the same time, everyone couldn't help but wonder what the identity of Li Mo, who had been shouting for money, and the auction house hadn't even checked her spirit stone.

The old appraiser sitting in the appraisal room looked at Li Mo in the audience through the window, looking excited. The mysterious ice coffin, if it is finally auctioned by Li Mo, and he does not have enough spirit stones, then from now on, it is likely to become the exclusive alchemist of the cloud auction house.

A servant standing behind him suddenly asked, "Elder Yun, is this the alchemist who took out the seven-rank pill for auction last time?"

The old appraiser's face turned on his face, and he said, "This is not a problem you should care about, go down." ”

The servant, on the other hand, quietly walked into a private room with a pot of tea, which belonged to the Danta, and whispered something to the people inside.

The interruption between the fat man and his female companion did not affect the auction too much, and the water mirror on the stage lit up again.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand medium-grade spirit stones. Nangong Hao read the words on the crystal excitedly and loudly.

"Four hundred thousand medium-grade spirit stones. Li Mo quickly quoted a price, and she also knew that the increase in the price of a medium-grade spirit stone was no longer enough to auction this ice coffin.

Falling into her sleeve, hearing this, the price, stretched out his paws, wanting to scratch her arm.