Just as Mu Feng in the stands was about to make a final decision, the No. 34 dark room gave a new offer again: "Slow, I'll give out eight thousand spirit stones!"

Hearing this number, there was an exclamation of surprise from the monks in the hall, this was the highest price ever paid for the auction.

Eight thousand spirit stones can almost buy a three-grade magic weapon, and generally only the finale item can be sold at such a price.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoists in the Thirty-fourth Dark Room, these two Flame Reducing Grasses are yours. Mu Feng smiled and beckoned his assistant, handed the brocade box containing the spirit grass to the other party, and whispered a few words in his ear.

If a lot is auctioned by a buyer in the dark room, the item will be sent to the secret room for trading, instead of being handed over in the stands like the monks in the hall.

Junci sat on the sandalwood chair and was silent. After a long time, he slowly stood up, and said with a somewhat self-deprecating wry smile: "I finally know what it means to be a penny to be a hero today!"

Ji Zhihai was also a little speechless about such a result: "The battle of will! Today's young people are too irrational. Forget it, let's try our luck at the elixir shop and the trading market, hoping to get something out. ”

Jun Ci nodded, opened the stone door of the dark room without hesitation, and walked out. Although there are still a few good magic weapons on the auction list that have not been auctioned, he is not here, so naturally there is no reason to stay any longer.

"Guest officer, didn't you get something you like?" the little fat man at the front desk smiled slightly embarrassed when he saw the silver medal in Junci's hand.

Junci smiled indifferently and did not answer.

Just as the little fat man was returning the spirit stone that Jun Ci had arrived, the assistant who had been standing beside Mu Feng suddenly chased him out of the aisle with a brocade box, panting and saying, "Do you still want this thing? As long as you are willing to give out five thousand spirit stones, you can take it away." ”

Jun Ci looked at the spirit grass in the brocade box, and said with some surprise: "Didn't these two flame-reducing grasses give people the price of eight thousand spirit stones? Why did they turn around and sell them to me? What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd?"

Mu Feng's assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "The buyer of the No. 34 dark room does not have enough spirit stones to pay for the spirit grass, so we only found you after obtaining the seller's consent, hoping to facilitate this business." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Jun Ci's eyes, but he still held his chin with his hand and pretended to groan: "I see, but according to what you say, I should also be a victim of malicious bidding, if these two flame-reducing grasses can be lowered to four thousand spirit stones, then I can consider one or two." ”

"This... Please wait, I'll have to talk to the seller. The assistant squeezed out a smile on his face.

Jun Ci nodded, waved his hand to his assistant, and motioned for him to go back quickly.

Seeing the assistant trotting all the way out of his sight, Junci had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and sat on the seat next to him in a good mood, gently tapping the handle with his index finger.

"Aren't you afraid that he will never return with the Flame Descending Grass in his arms?" Seeing the appearance of the old god Junci, he wondered in the sea of knowledge.

Jun Ci blinked confidently, and silently used his divine sense to talk to Ji: "Since the other party took the initiative to come to the door, he must be in a hurry to make a move on the Flame Grass as soon as possible, and just now in the hall, only me and No. 34 The bidding price exceeded two thousand spirit stones, and now No. 34 is suspected of malicious bidding, so the seller can't think of any other choice than looking for me." ”

"Hmm... It's too!" He tilted his neck and thought about it, and had to admit that Junci was right.

After a long time, just when Jun Ci was about to shake his judgment, Mu Feng personally walked out with two flame-reducing grasses, and said with a hint of apology on his face: "The seller has agreed to sell these two spirit grasses for the price of four thousand spirit stones, and I apologize deeply for the trouble caused by the auction. ”

Junci bowed his head in understanding, and then the two quickly handed over the items.

Back at his residence, Junci paid the fees for two months in one go, and told the shopkeeper not to disturb him easily.

The shopkeeper held the spirit stone in his hand, and nodded excitedly as if pounding garlic.

Turning on the room's own prohibition, Junci took out a copper bowl and poured it into the rootless water he bought from the pharmacy.

The so-called rootless water is actually the first drop of dew collected from the leaves every morning, but the first time I heard this word from the pole's mouth, it really scared Junci, and I thought it was something amazing. He is shy in his pocket, but he doesn't have the strength to do another shopping effort.

Ji, who transformed into a black-clothed boy, took out a dragon's blood from his arms and put it into the crystal clear rootless water, and the wisps of golden essence blood were like ripples, swinging away little by little, and in a moment's effort, the transparent dew in the copper bowl was dyed dark yellow.

Jun Ci carefully took out the older of the two inflammatory herbs from the Qiankun bag and inserted the rhizome down into the copper bowl.

The inflammatory grass that was supposed to be a dead thing seemed to come to life, and the rhizome wriggled like an octopus's legs, stuck to the inner wall of the copper bowl. As if desperately absorbing nutrients, the gold threads visible to the naked eye slowly dispersed along the roots of the spirit grass to the textures on the branches and leaves.

Seeing that the fire had arrived, he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, flicked his fingers, and shot a golden flame the size of a soybean into the copper bowl.

Like a spark jumping into a pot of oil, the golden rootless water suddenly ignited a fire more than two feet long, enveloping the flame grass in it.

The bright red branches and leaves are matched with golden veins, making the flame-reducing grass look particularly enchanting.

Jun Ci swallowed in amazement, and when he inadvertently shifted his gaze to Ji, his voice suddenly became tense: "Are you okay?"

I don't know when the figure of the pole becomes looming, as if it is going to disappear at any time.

"It's okay, this incarnation of mine is composed of heaven and earth vitality, just now in order to ignite the rootless water, it consumed a lot of my spiritual power, just rest for a while. He shook his head disappreciatively, but there was still a hint of tiredness on his face.

"How could this be, I thought that if the seal was broken, you could use your spiritual power unlimitedly. Junci frowned.

"After you advanced to the foundation building stage, you did break a crack in the seal, but it was only enough for me to barely condense my body, and the power of the seal made it extremely difficult for me to control my spiritual power. If this avatar dissipates, it will take seven days to recondense the avatar. He stared intently at the flame-descending grass, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.

"In that case, then you can do as little as possible in the future, and let me do it. Junci thought about it for a while, patted his chest and said with a big bag.

"You think I want to? Igniting the dragon's blood requires an extremely high temperature, and that soybean-sized flame just now is a highly compressed three-flavor true fire, which you can't do at your current level. Ji rolled his eyes, and his voice was a little weak.

Junci pursed his lips, but did not refute.

"Alright, it's almost done. With a solemn face, he stared at the flame grass and sighed lightly.

Jun Ci looked at the pole, and a surprising scene unfolded in front of him. I don't know when the golden flame that was burning turned into a dark blue. And the inflammatory grass shrouded in it quickly melted like a candle, falling into the copper bowl drop by drop.

As the flame grass melted away, the blue flame gradually extinguished as if there was no medium for burning.

Seeing that the golden rootless water turned into a dark blue ripple of water, he urged very quickly: "Hurry up and drink it before it changes color, whether it can be cultivated into a blazing sun true fire depends on your creation." ”

Jun Ci picked up the rootless water on the table, and said, "This thing has no side effects, right?"

Ji shook his head and said in a relieved tone: "Don't worry, even if you fail, at most it will be a serious illness, and you will just lie in bed for a month." ”

Jun Ci looked at the pole dumbfounded, his heart was ruthless, and he gritted his teeth and drank the rootless water in the copper bowl.