After the first treasure "Top-grade Spirit Weapon Horror Bell" was auctioned for a high price of 280,000 spirit stones, the atmosphere of the entire auction began to slowly become thicker, and Zhang Fu on the stage seemed to be extremely satisfied with this, and then began the auction of the second and third treasures.

However, although the treasures auctioned next are also rare and valuable, they are far inferior to the "Horror Bell" that was auctioned at the first time, and they are all treasure materials worth about tens of thousands of spirit stones.

It may be that the host of the auction deliberately arranged it like this, first put the better quality Soul Bells in the first auction, and then put those ordinary spiritual treasures out for auction after the atmosphere on the field was mobilized.

Wang Li looked at the next dozen or so treasures auctioned off in a row, none of which he needed the Demon Yuan Grass, he suddenly lost all interest, simply closed his eyes and settled down, no longer deliberately paying attention, he came to participate in this auction this time, mainly to auction the five hundred urgently needed Demon Yuan Grass, as for other things, he was not very interested.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fu on the stage frothed at the mouth and auctioned out more than a dozen spiritual materials and treasures, and when the thirty-third spiritual material treasures in the mustard seed bag were presented to the stage.

Zhang Fu's now slightly raised voice immediately sounded: "Everyone, the batch of spiritual materials I will auction next is not a rare and valuable thing, it is a batch of spiritual elixir 'Demon Yuan Grass' that is currently in short supply in the Dafang City of the Spirit Puppet Sect."

"And in this mustard seed bag in front of me, there are five hundred high-quality demon yuan grasses, this batch of demon yuan grass we will auction five hundred together, the reserve price is 60,000 spirit stones, each increase cannot be less than two thousand spirit stones, monks who need demon yuan grass can now compete with the price, start!"

As soon as Zhang Fu's voice fell, several monks below immediately opened their mouths to compete for the price.

"This batch of Demon Yuan Grass, we have 62,000 spirit stones from our shop!" a slightly chubby monk quoted first.

But when a thin-bearded monk sitting in the middle of the fifth row heard this, he immediately choked back: "Hmph, your Spirit Shop also wants to compete for this batch of Demon Yuan Grass! Our Fuling Pavilion has 65,000 spirit stones!"

"We're going to sell 67,000 spirit stones! This batch of Demon Yuan Grass is about to be decided on by our shop!" Monk Thin Hu had just finished speaking, and then another monk next to him immediately replied.

"I'll give you 69,000 spirit stones! Don't rob any of you!"

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In the blink of an eye, several monks in the audience who quoted for Demon Yuan Grass. They all blushed and were hot, as if they were all determined to get these five hundred demon yuan grasses, but for some reason, every time they quoted two thousand spirit stones, two thousand spirit stones, they slowly increased the price like this. As if they were all misers with careful calculations, the other monks in the audience were speechless for a while.

And Wang Li, who had been closing his eyes before, heard this, and then opened his eyes and glanced at the monks who had bid for the Demon Yuan Grass. It was found that those bidding monks were all clerks in some large shops, and they should have been instructed by their respective shops to come here to buy some special assets that were in short supply in their shops, otherwise they would not all be actuarial and calculating.

Seeing this, Wang Li smiled faintly and was about to open his mouth to bid.

However, before Wang Li could move his mouth, a slightly shrill young man's voice suddenly came from the No. 4 VIP wing on the second floor of the venue: "These five hundred demon yuan grasses, our young master wants eighty thousand spirit stones!"

After hearing this, the monks of the shops below who were competing with each other suddenly suffocated their voices, and their eyes changed as if they were estimating something. They all closed their mouths and stopped bidding.

The monks of these shops seem to be determined to get that batch of Demon Yuan Grass, but once someone bids too high, even if they auction it back and resell it to the shop, they won't make much money, and they will no longer export the price, and they are very shrewd.

And Wang Li, who was about to speak, saw the bid for the No. 4 VIP room on the second floor, his face sank for a moment, his eyes rolled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Li originally thought. This batch of Demon Yuan Grass, except for the export price of the monks of those shops, there are no other monks at the competitive price, if he bids a little higher than those monks of the shops. Photographing this batch of demon yuan grass is a sure thing, but I didn't expect that there was a monk sitting in the VIP room who bid for this batch of demon yuan grass.

Zhang Fu on the stage heard the bid of the No. 4 VIP room on the second floor, his face was suddenly happy, and then he said loudly: "This batch of five hundred demon yuan grasses." The fourth VIP room bid 80,000 spirit stones, are there any monks who can keep up?80,000 spirit stones for the first time!80,000 spirit stones for the second time!80,000 spirit stones ......"

"I'll give you 90,000 spirit stones!"

Although there were competing bids from the monks in the VIP room on the second floor, this batch of Demon Yuan Grass was very important to his three-year retreat plan, even if it was a little more expensive than the market price, he could accept it, otherwise he would not know where to get these five hundred Demon Yuan Grass if he missed it.

After hearing that Wang Li had set up 90,000 spirit stones, the shrill young voice in the No. 4 VIP room on the second floor immediately answered: "100,000 spirit stones! This batch of demon yuan grass is determined to be won by our son, this fellow Daoist of the Spirit Puppet Sect sitting in the back row below, don't waste your tongue, you can't compete with our son." The voice of the shrill young man at this time was already a little arrogant.

Hearing this, Wang Li's face did not change, and he replied coldly: "Eleven Ten Thousand Spirit Stones! This batch of Demon Yuan Grass, I am also determined to win!" He has never had a good impression of these arrogant people.

As soon as the live sound fell, the shrill young voice in the No. 4 VIP room rose again, and said, "We have 120,000 spirit stones!" There seemed to be a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Immediately after that, a shrill young man's voice continued: "This fellow Daoist who made the bid just now, this batch of Demon Yuan Grass is a must-have thing for the third son of our Spirit Puppet Sect Ma Family, 'Feng Yujie', you are now messing around here, and no matter whether you can win us with your financial resources, but it seems a bit unkind for you to raise the price of this batch of Demon Yuan Grass like this?"

This seems to be a polite statement, but this young man's voice raised the name of their family, that is, he was already faintly threatening Wang Li.

And the other monks on the seats under the stage, after hearing the young man's voice announcing their names as the 'Spirit Puppet Sect Ma Family', suddenly realized that they all seemed to know the appearance of this Ma family.

A few monks who may have befriended the "Spirit Puppet Sect Ma Family" also got up and saluted to the No. 4 VIP room, but there were also some kind-hearted monks who turned their heads and cast a persuasive glance at Wang Li, wanting Wang Li to give up the price of this batch of demon yuan grass and not offend the monks of the Ma family.

However, Wang Li, the villain who couldn't stand the pressure of such a battle, nodded slightly to the monks who persuaded him, then turned his head to look at the stage, and said coldly: "Thirteen thousand spirit stones!"

"You!hmph!I don't know the current affairs!" After Wang Li finished quoting the price, the shrill young voice replied angrily, but did not quote again. (To be continued.) )

PS: I'm a little busy today, so there's only one chapter, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!!