Tens of millions of spirit stones are just a simple number to the three true spirit scales. Everyone has a delusion in their hearts that they can improve their cultivation base out of thin air overnight.
After all, once the cultivation base has advanced to the stage of transformation, it is extremely difficult to advance to each level. Most of the transformation monks are stuck in the initial stage for a lifetime.
Now this dream is in front of him, no wonder Qunxiu became so crazy without hesitation.
But no matter how crazy people are, there is always a limit where they have to be sober.
When the auction price exceeded 25 million spirit stones, there were very few monks who dared to bid.
Only three people are still fighting for the final battle.
One of them was the cultivator who bought the blood of the real toad earlier, and his voice was still lazy.
The other two were very old, and the other was cold and sweet, they seemed to be an old man and a young female cultivator respectively.
The one-million-dollar price increase for each of the three of them was close to the sky-high price of thirty million in the blink of an eye.
When the owner of the lazy voice really called out a sky-high price of 30 million, the voices of the female nun and the old man stopped abruptly.
It seems that this price has exceeded their tolerance, so they can only remain silent unwillingly.
All the monks stared at the sky above the auction stage with different expressions. There, the numbers on the huge Dharma plate were changing colors. When it completely turned into red gold, it meant that the ownership of the item had been settled.
"Thirty-one million"
A calm and abnormal voice suddenly spoke.
As soon as this strange word came out, all the monks in the hall were stunned, and then they all gloated.
It seems that even at such a sky-high price, the owner of the true spirit scale cannot be determined.
Many monks immediately swished their gazes and looked towards another flying house in the sky.
In that room, Han Li sat leisurely.
"Thirty-two million"
The lazy voice was a little surprised.
"Thirty-three million"
Han Li raised the price without hesitation.
"Thirty-four million"
The lazy voice hesitated for a while before speaking again.
"Thirty-five million"
Many monks in the field began to gasp.
Even for true spirit scales, this price is a bit too crazy. The Spirit Treasure at the bottom of the list of Chaos Spirits is probably only worth this price.
"Thirty-five million? Hmph! Fellow Daoist, I suspect that this fellow Daoist doesn't have so many spirit stones, he's just making trouble. Shouldn't Fellow Daoist test this person to see if he can really come up with this kind of spirit stone?" You have a lot of money." The owner of the lazy voice suddenly said these words coldly.
"After the bidding ends, the old man will personally inspect the matter. But before that, I will not interrupt the auction. Please continue bidding with the two fellow daoists." The old man surnamed Chi was not moved, just smiled faintly Said.
Obviously, before knowing the identities of the two bidders, he would not easily offend any one of them.
"Since brother Chi thinks so, then I won't bid any more, let's see if this fellow daoist can really come up with 35 million pledges." The owner of the lazy voice was a little bit annoyed, and said in a strange way Such a sentence, really no longer bid.
As a result, after the numbers on the first-class Dharma tray turned red gold, the white-robed old man immediately announced that the three true spirit scales belonged to Han Li. Then Zhen personally took the woman holding the wooden box, and flew towards the Feitian House where Han Li was located with fluttering skirts.
After a pause, the old man stopped in front of the house.
Without saying a word, he flipped one hand, and a cyan token appeared in his hand.
With a slight shake of the Feitian House wrapped in runes, and a movement of his body, he entered the house directly, and the woman in plain clothes followed closely behind.
As soon as he entered the house, the old man surnamed Chi took a look at Han Li who was in the white light, smiled slightly, and then clasped his fists and said: "Chi has already delivered the treasure, fellow daoist should pay for the spirit stone. There is a mortgage If it is something, fellow daoist He and I will evaluate the value and convert it to fellow daoist. If fellow daoist thinks it is undervalued, I can invite the other two fellow daoists to come over."
The old man in white robe was extremely polite.
"How can I not believe Brother Chi and Daoyou He's vision, let's appraise this thing."
After Han Li turned his eyes to the wooden box in the woman's hand, he flicked his sleeves and took out a half-foot brocade box that he had prepared earlier, and said with a smile.
As an old man in white robes, he had seen many treasures before, so he just nodded and took them, gently opened the lid of the box, and looked at them casually.
A fragrance is scattered in all directions! As for the old man's gaze, his body trembled and he couldn't take his gaze away.
"Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass!"
The old man took a deep breath and finally looked away from the contents of the box, but looked at Han Li with a strange expression.
When the woman heard the words "Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Grass", her heart was also shocked, she raised her eyebrows, walked over two steps, and also looked into the jade box.
In a cloud of milky white light, a snow-white long spirit grass of several inches was lying quietly in the box.
And on the surface of the grass, there are rune-like patterns appearing and flickering like phantoms.
"Ten thousand years spirit pattern! It really looks like a ten thousand year spirit grass, but whether it is true or not needs to be carefully identified." The woman stared at it for a moment before slowly saying.
"The old man is not very good at appraising spirit grass and other things. There are fellow daoists who can appraise this thing." The old man in white robe also looked normal, and said to the woman very politely.
The woman nodded her head, put away the brocade box in her hand, and turned it over with one hand. Suddenly, a slender green jade ruler appeared in her hand. Weird patterns.
With a flash of her gaze, the woman raised the ruler and slowly tapped the spirit grass in the jade box.
As a result, as soon as the green ruler came into contact with the spiritual grass in the jade box, the milky white spiritual light it inspired would hum in a low voice, and at the same time, circles of strange spiritual patterns on the jade ruler lit up in succession.
The emerald green light is dazzling!
When the green glow finally stopped at the eleventh circle of patterns, the woman's calm face was finally a little moved.
After carefully looking at the spirit grass in the jade box again, she said with certainty: "It is indeed a ten-thousand-year spirit grass, and it is also a snow-dragon grass of about eleven thousand years. The snow-dragon grassland is a kind of The rare elixir, after ten thousand years, will be worth at least half as much as the ordinary ten thousand year elixir. I estimate that it can be converted into about seven million spirit stones."
"Seven million. Well, it's about the same as the old man's estimate. What do fellow Taoists think of our estimated price? If you have any objections, you can raise any objections?" The white-robed old man pondered for a while, then turned his head and said to Han Li.
"I have no objection to this price. Fellow Daoists, please accept these things. These should be enough to mortgage the bidding price." Han Li's wrist flashed a blue light, and he took out four jade boxes one after another, without any disturbance. The wave was thrown to the opposite side again.
With a wave of one arm, the old man in white robe took all these jade boxes into his hands, and opened the lids one by one.
This time, even though the old man wanted to remain calm, the corners of his eyes twitched and he continued to jump non-stop.
"They're all ten thousand year spirit grass?" He raised his head, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Why doesn't Guifang City accept this kind of elixir?" Han Li chuckled lightly.
"Fellow Daoist, you are really joking." The old man in white robe laughed, looking at Han Li, he couldn't hide the surprise in his heart.
The woman also became a little dubious.
She re-appraised the spirit herbs in these jade boxes one by one.
As a result, his face was full of disbelief.
A single Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass is naturally far less rare than a true spirit scale. But only in terms of use and demand, the Wannian Spirit Grass has a wide range of uses. It is a necessary medicine or auxiliary material for refining all the god-level elixir, and it is almost always the most scarce thing among high-level monks.
In addition, this object itself is also extremely precious, and it is almost the best circulated object in the market after Lingshi. Maybe those shops would reject other things, but none of the Wannian Lingcao would refuse.
"Since Fellow Daoist He has confirmed it, there is no problem with these spirit grasses. The three true spirit scales belong to Fellow Daoist, and you should put them away carefully." After a strange light flashed in the eyes of the old man in white robe, he took out the brocade box again , handed it to Han Li with a smile on his face.
"Then you're welcome. Um... Yes, there is no problem with Dongjian." Han Li grabbed the void calmly, and the brocade box was directly captured in the silver glow. After checking it with his head down, he was also satisfied. nod.
Although the white-robed old man was curious about Han Li's possession of so many ten-thousand-year elixirs, he didn't say much. As soon as he collected the elixirs, Caster took the woman out of the Feitian House and returned to the auction stage.
The monks outside just waited for a meal. With their patience of sitting in meditation for several months, this delay is naturally nothing.
But when they saw the two old men surnamed Chi flying out, they immediately glanced over, both of them really wanted to know whether the transaction of the true spirit scales was really successful.
"Fellow daoists, don't worry about anything. The item has been successfully delivered. Next, the auction of the next treasure will begin. This item is a spiritual treasure on the chaotic list of spirits. Its value is only above the scales of true spirits. This It's the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure 'Ping Hai Ge', with a reserve price of 20 million!" The white-robed old man didn't say much about Han Li at all, and immediately announced the auction of the next treasure.
The red-faced old man walked out right away, and directly took out a blue radiant dagger from the storage bracelet.
The enthusiasm of the group of cultivators in the hall for this thing is naturally not low. When the old man showed a little bit of the incredible supernatural power of Duan Ge, someone immediately started a fierce competition.
At this time, Han Li was holding a black and blue scale with one hand, and was observing it intently, as if he had no interest in the Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure outside.
In the end, Duan Ge was auctioned off by a strange monk at the same price of 35 million.
Finally, the auction of the last item of the auction is about to begin.