The voice of dissatisfaction reached the ears, and the immortal cultivators who were able to participate in the auction of the secret market, in addition to their good cultivation, most of them were also knowledgeable, so naturally they were not so easy to fool.

Not to mention this black cloud soil, which appeared at the auction not long ago.

The same quality" is the same size, but the starting price is more than twice as much as the last spar, and people's dissatisfaction is also justified.

Doing so is no different from robbing.

Everyone is not stupid, everyone is waiting for Mo Zhen to explain.

"Hehe, fellow Daoists, don't worry, how can the old man not understand the principle that a gentleman loves money and takes it in a proper way, how can he smash the auction sign for the sake of tens of thousands of spars, the reason why this is so is for a reason. ”

When everyone listened, the drum noise gradually weakened, and looking at this Master Mo, he would give such a reasonable explanation.

"Yes, the value of black cloud soil is slightly lower than the pure yang real iron just now, but the truth that things are rare and expensive, I think everyone understands, the reason why the price is outrageous this time is because of the origin of black cloud soil, there have been some changes, I think in the next hundred years, everyone wants to get this material, I'm afraid it is very difficult, so walk by, don't miss it, this is the most rare opportunity, you need this material, but you must grasp it." Master Mo's calm voice came into his ears, but what he said made all the monks stunned.

"Mo Daoyou, you said that the origin of black cloud soil has changed, and it will be difficult to get this kind of soil attribute material again in the next hundred years?"

"Really?"

"It's just that something has happened, Taoist friends might as well say it clearly, like we revealed one or two. ”

The monks below were surprised and surprised, and all kinds of complicated sounds came into their ears, but Master Mo was unmoved, with a peaceful smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, all the Taoist friends and old men are standing here, just presiding over the auction, what happened to the origin of the black cloud soil, and the next duty, but it has nothing to do with it, please forgive Mo for not being able to comment, but I can guarantee that what I said is absolutely true, I believe that it will not take long, and you fellow Daoists can also get the news, and I just said that I will not smash the brand of Fang City for tens of thousands of spars, so everyone can rest assured that the auction will never suffer a loss. ”

The other party refused to disclose the specific situation, although the immortal cultivators below were dissatisfied, but they were helpless, and the next auction became very hot.

For Mo Zhen's words, everyone still believes it, the most important thing is to open the door to do business, the most important thing is reputation, spreading false news for this point, it is simply more than worth the loss, and any immortal cultivator with a little vision will not do such a stupid thing.

Black cloud soil, originally just rare, but according to the other party's statement, it will become something that can be encountered but not sought for in the next hundred years.

Needless to say, the monks who originally needed to sacrifice, and other immortal cultivators who didn't need it also regarded it as a strange thing to live in, and they could make a lot of money by buying it and selling it.

As a result, the bidding below was so hot that it was incomparably hot, and the spars that were opened, like sitting on a flying sword, began to rush upwards.

In the end, with 200,000 steals, he was taken away by a mysterious monk with a black gas cover.

This person's face is completely hidden in the black fog.

Nine times out of ten, it is a demon cultivator.

Moreover, the exercises he cultivated were obviously not related to the earth attributes, and several immortal cultivators who really needed this thing glared at him angrily, but they were helpless.

The immortal cultivation world is so cruel, there is no way to compare the financial resources with the other party, and it will not be of any use to complain about the heavens.

This unexpected episode made the atmosphere of the scene more and more enthusiastic.

200,000 spars, you can already buy good finished treasures, so what will happen in the next auction.

"Tiangong Jujube ......"

Master Mo began to introduce again.

As time passed, one treasure by one was auctioned off, among them, some Lin Xuan had heard of, but there were also quite a few, which he had never heard of.

Soon, the materials and spirit grass were sold out, and next, there were more expensive finished treasures and elixirs.

The starting price of these things has reached more than 200,000 spars, and this amount is enough for the cultivators to live a carefree life.

And Lin Xuan once again saw the wealth of the spirit world, and the monks in the other boxes also began to make frequent moves.

Being able to enjoy the special care, not to mention the net worth of these monks, the scene seems to be more and more popular.

However, as time passed, Lin Xuan was half sad and half happy.

The worry is that there is no pill that is useful for the clutch period, and he came here today not to see the excitement and insight.

Except for the original guess, there is nothing now, which is not in line with his original intention.

The good thing is that so far, the things that have been sold, one by one, are more valuable than the other, and the scales that I have taken on my own pallets have not yet been shown.

According to the rules of the auction, "generally the more valuable things are, the more they are put behind."

In this way, this time, I can really make a lot of money.

Lin Xuan was pleasantly surprised, "After all, no one will dislike the spar in many places."

The auction continued, and after about another meal, there were finally no more maids delivering treasures to the stage, but this did not mean that the auction was over, and the expressions of the monks became more and more excited.

Below, will be the treasure at the bottom of the box.

In terms of value, it is far from being comparable just now.

Master Mo announced that he would take a temporary break.

Of course, as an immortal cultivator, he didn't feel tired because of this time.

Resting, of course, will make the monks below anxious, but it will also mobilize everyone's emotions more and more.

This is a means of the auction, and the effect is good, but it will make the following bidding price on the original basis, and go up to a higher level.

Of course, not all immortal cultivators are in a hurry, at least Lin Xuan can calm down, and his heart is comparable to that of ordinary immortal cultivators.

Of course, the auctioneer will not let the guests sit dry, and there will naturally be beautiful maids singing and dancing.

Beauty is like jade, both singing and dancing are far from being comparable to the world, but the monks come here for the purpose of buying treasures, how can they be in the mood to enjoy singing and dancing.

But this time I waited longer than usual, and after an hour or so, that Master Mo finally came to the stage again.