Just as Ling Feiyu was thinking, the twenty-third round of auction began. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The thing auctioned in this round was a refining material called Xinjin, which was only the size of a pigeon's egg, but it caused a burst of exclamations from everyone.

Ling Feiyu, who had obtained the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Medicine Points, naturally knew the characteristics of this Xin Jin.

Xinjin, hence the name, is produced from gold mines, has a very good toughness, if when refining weapons, add a little Xinjin to the weapon, then, the toughness of this sword will increase a lot, greatly reducing the risk of the weapon being violently hit and broken.

However, Xinjin is also like sinking silver in the deep sea, the formation time is very long, and the output is very scarce, and the resources are less and less the more they are mined, the price of Xinjin is naturally high for a long time.

Especially in recent years, there have been more and more new martial artists, resulting in a shortage of high-quality weapons, so more people have chosen to buy materials for refining by themselves, which has made the price of refining materials very high.

After several rounds of competition, this small piece of Xinjin was finally purchased by the monk of Room 80 for two million spirit stones.

Seeing that the pigeon-egg-sized Xin Jin could be sold for two million, Ling Feiyu and the three of them were excited when they thought about the fist-sized piece of deep-sea sinking silver mother in the small white bag.

Moreover, this Xin Jin is only one level with the Deep Sea Sinking Silver, and this Deep Sea Sinking Silver Mother is one level higher than that Xin Jin from the name, and it seems that the Deep Sea Sinking Silver Mother in his hand is even rarer.

"I'm ...... Feiyu, we sent a ......!" Xia Qing said excitedly.

Even the calm Su Xiwen had bright eyes, looking at Ling Feiyu excitedly, his expression was self-evident.

Ling Feiyu looked at Xia Qing and Su Xiwen, then shook his head helplessly, and said in a deep voice: "This thing is valuable, but first we have to have our lives to enjoy it......!"

"Feiyu, what do you mean......" Su Xiwen asked puzzled when he heard Ling Feiyu say this.

Listening to Su Xiwen's question, Ling Feiyu explained gloomily: "Now that we have this Deep Sea Sinking Silver Mother, it is no secret, and those powerful means, if you want to find out the two of us, it seems that it is not troublesome......

After Xia Qing heard this, his face was also serious, but he remembered something again, and said excitedly: "But haven't we already agreed to make a deal with that gluttonous old-timer?"

"Here's the problem!" Ling Feiyu said worriedly again.

After Ling Feiyu's explanation, Su Xiwen and the others also showed deep concern.

Ling Feiyu's worries are not unreasonable, first of all, they don't understand the character of this gluttonous Da Powerful at all, the value of this Deep Sea Shen Yin Mu is indeed too great, they are afraid that the gluttonous Da Neng is not willing to bid, and then directly snatch it, the final result is that Ling Feiyu and the three of them were wiped out, the reason why Da Neng is called Da Neng is because they never put themselves in danger, and they will definitely strangle Ling Feiyu when they are weak, and will not give them any chance to take revenge.

In fact, what made the three of them feel desperate was the strength gap between them and their predecessors.

And this gap in strength is destined to make the transaction between the three of them and the gluttonous power impossible to equal.

Thinking of this, the three of them lost their interest in participating in the auction, and turned their eyebrows to reveal deep worry.

Around this time, the auction reached its eightieth session.

At this time, Ling Feiyu and the three of them were still in thought.

Feng Qingyang began to understand again: "Fellow Daoists, the next thing to be auctioned is a weapon, its name is Ghost ......."

After his explanation, everyone finally understood that this dagger named Ghost seemed to be a damaged and down-level weapon, and the current level was low-level and medium-level.

Although it is a weapon that has fallen out, there is no way to repair it and restore it to its former glory.

Unintentionally, this ghost is also more powerful now, and the wind attribute weapon is extremely light, and it can greatly hide its own energy fluctuations.

These characteristics of it are just right for assassination.

For this sword, the great powers are interested in its level after repair, but now they don't know what level it was before it was damaged? If it was only a low-level and high-level, wouldn't it be a chicken rib? What's more, according to the auction, there is no way to repair this weapon now, and few people dare to guarantee that it can be repaired by a professional refining holy land like Hundred Weapons City.

And those low-level monks didn't think about repairing it at all, just thinking about whether this dagger was suitable for their own use at the moment.

I have to say that this dagger is a thing that is biased towards coldness, so there are indeed very few people who use it, and naturally, no one is willing to spend hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to buy it.

Ling Feiyu heard the ghost, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the position of the auction table, Ling Feiyu looked at Xia Qing, who was staring at the ghost with his eyes shining, and suddenly made a decision in his heart.

Jiang Wuwen on the side also recovered, and the sharp-beaked monkey gills on the side were also staring at the ghost like Xia Qing.

Just when Feng Qingyang asked several times if anyone had bid to no avail, and was about to announce the ghost auction.

The sharp-beaked monkey gills of number one hundred and thirty made a bid, and he bid seven hundred thousand, which happened to be the starting price.

However, no one raised the price, and when Feng Qingyang was about to announce the deal, Ling Feiyu's ghost-like voice remembered once, and he only heard him say faintly: "Seven hundred and one thousand ......"

Suddenly, everyone looked at the room where Ling Feiyu was.

"Haha...... It seems that the one hundred and thirty and one hundred and thirty-one have done ......!" said one of the monks.

Immediately, someone next to him said: "No! When this one hundred and thirty does not bid, one hundred and thirty-one does not bid, this one hundred and thirty-one bids, and this one hundred and thirty-one also bids, isn't this special one to scare the one hundred and thirty!"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, and the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks heard everyone say this, and his heart was also a stalk.

After all, where is Jiang Wuwen's column still placed...... He is not willing to be the next Jiang Wuwen......

He secretly probed in his heart, "It seems that I can't get this ghost today...... Hmph, think I'm going to be fooled?"

Immediately, he also learned the way Ling Feiyu spoke to Jiang Wuwen at the end just now and said, "Congratulations to Daoyou for obtaining this ghost dagger, no more contemptible people!"

Listening to what the sharp-beaked monkey said, Ling Feiyu couldn't cry or laugh a little, feeling that this kid was afraid of playing with himself.

But that's okay, Ling Feiyu expected to buy this dagger for 1.5 million, just because this sharp-beaked monkey cheek thought that Ling Feiyu was specifically scolding them, so he didn't increase the price, so he directly saved more than half.

There were a few people in the crowd who wanted to bid, but as soon as they heard that room 131 was bidding, the people who wanted to bid instantly dispelled this idea.

In the end, Ling Feiyu took down the ghost at a price of 710,000.