The person who quoted is actually a green-robed boy in his twenties.
He was sitting in a box on the east side, holding a fan with gold inscriptions, and two beautiful nuns half nestled next to him, gently blowing incense in the ears of the young man from time to time.
The tower-like man still stood quietly aside like a bottle of sculpture.
"One hundred and one hundred and fifty thousand!" The blue-robed man glared fiercely in the direction of the box, and continued to increase the price.
"One and two hundred thousand!" A sneer appeared on the face of the green-robed boy, and he closed the fan with a snap.
"1.3 million!" The blue-robed man gritted his teeth and said.
At this time, most of the people in the venue were holding the mentality of watching the theater, and the price was obviously already outrageous.
"One hundred and four hundred thousand." The green-robed boy added one hundred thousand nonchalantly.
Hearing this, the blue-robed man finally sat back on his seat with an annoyed look after gnashing his teeth for a while.
The Soul Extinguishing Fan was finally photographed by the green-robed boy for a price of 1.4 million.
"Fighting against this young master is really overwhelming!" In the box, the green-robed boy saw the other party's unwilling expression and seemed to be enjoying himself, snapped his fingers and smiled triumphantly.
"Master, this soul-killing fan is of average quality, and it doesn't seem to be worth the price." The iron tower man suddenly said, his voice hoarse, as if iron pieces were rubbing against it.
"It's not worth it now, but this fan is made of Yin, Devil Blood Jade. Take it back and add the double blood ban, the value can at least double." The green robe boy screamed and opened it again. The fan was gently fanning the wind, and the beautiful female nuns on both sides posted it up again.
The Iron Tower man was silent for a while, seeming to be persuaded by this reason, but for a moment he spoke again:
"The auction meeting has just begun, the real good things are behind, the young master still leaves some spirit stones. This auction has many big people."
"Don't worry, I have my own measures." The green-robed boy said lightly.
In a box on the west side, a purple-clothed girl with a dusty temperament glanced at the box where the green-robed boy was in, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes, and she quickly retracted her gaze and continued to tease the golden turtle in her hand. stand up.
In the auction venue at this moment, because a magic weapon was sold for 1.4 million before, the atmosphere reached a small climax, and many people were whispering and talking.
The white-and-white middle-aged man is full of smiles. As an auctioneer, he most hopes to see this kind of vindictive price bidding. An ordinary goods can often be sold at a very high price.
Not long after, another auction item was brought up. It was a classic with a fiery red cover.
"The next item is the Fire System Cultivation Technique'Fen Tian Jue', a complete set of formulas for Nengcai Condensing Liquid to cultivate the peak of the crystal phase. The base price is one hundred thousand spiritual stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than five thousand."
This Fentian Jue technique is also quite famous in Changyangfang City. It was this technique that a famous monk in the Crystallization Period, Master Fentian majored in more than a hundred years ago.
After Baijing middle-aged everyone introduced the lotus with their tongues, many monks were ready to move. After several rounds of bidding, they were finally bought by a condensing monk at the price of 210,000 spiritual stones.
Naturally, Liu Ming was not interested in such things as exercise secrets, and just glanced past it slightly.
In the next auction, several top-grade attack spirit weapons appeared one after another, including flying knives, flying forks, a high-grade spiritual weapon vestment, and a middle-grade spiritual weapon pill furnace, and so on.
These items were all sold at prices of hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones, and the atmosphere of the venue gradually became lively.
"The next treasure is the final piece of the midfield of this auction, the'Qingyuan Swordsman', which records the life training experience of a true pill realm swordsman. The preciousness of this book is just below Not much to say. The reserve price is one million spiritual stones, and each increase must not be less than 50,000."
As the Baijing middle-aged man said, he gently lifted the red cloth on the auction stage with one hand, revealing one of the light blue thread-bound books, with four ancient seals written on the old cover.
Everyone in the venue was immediately attracted by the classics on the stage, and they started talking quietly. In the VIP boxes on both sides, some people also showed a focused look.
"The experience of sword repair in the real pill realm!"
Seeing this, Liu Ming couldn't help but be thumped.
Although he majored in Taigang Sword Art, his training experience in the true pill realm must have its own uniqueness. The reference value for his future practice is self-evident.
At this moment, someone is already bidding.
"One million spirit stones!"
"One hundred and one hundred thousand!"
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The people present were very excited about this sword classic, but they were very cautious about the price increase at the beginning, and the guests on the first floor were bidding, but there was no sound from the VIP boxes on both sides for a while.
"One and three hundred thousand spirit stones!" Liu Ming is no stranger to the person who quoted it. He was the man in blue who had competed with others for the soul-killing fan.
"One and a half million!" This time Liu Ming called out the price.
Many people's eyes moved back and forth with the quoted person.
Millions of spirit stones are a huge sum of money, and ordinary San Xiu can have hundreds of thousands of spirit stones in his body. Most of the ones that are still bidding are supported by some forces behind them.
"One hundred and eight hundred thousand!" In the box, the green-robed boy held the window sill with his hands and looked very interested. He didn't even look at Liu Ming and others below.
Liu Ming sighed secretly and did not continue to increase the price.
The venue chilled for a while, and 1.8 million spiritual stones can no longer be taken out by any force, only some big families or sects can take it out.
Seeing that the green-robed boy once again pressured everyone, he immediately became more contented.
"Two million!" An abrupt voice came from a certain box on the west side.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was in an uproar.
There was a spirit in Liu Ming's heart, and it seemed that there were not many capable people in this venue.
In the box, the face of the green-robed boy instantly became so gloomy, he waved his hand away from the two women beside him, turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and a strange green light began to flash in his eyes, as if he was performing some secret technique. I want to spy on that box.
"Wait a minute, young master. I recognized the voice just now. The bid was a strong man in the real pill realm. Young master still don't act rashly. After all, this is not in the sect." The big man in the iron tower moved and stood in front of the green-robed boy in the blink of an eye. Shen Sheng said.
"True Pill Realm powerhouse!"
The green-robed boy stunned his face when he heard the words. After a long while, he nodded sadly and sat down.
The strong in the real pill realm are truly strong wherever they are placed, even in the super large sect, they also exist at the top.
Even with such an arrogant character in the green robe, he is unwilling to offend him at will.
"The Daoist in the box bid two million. Is there any higher bid? If you don't get this Qingyuan sword canon, it will belong to the Daoist." The middle-aged Baijing asked loudly in the center of the venue.
After waiting for a while, there were whispers one after another, but still no one shouted.
The middle-aged man immediately knocked on the table and announced the ownership of the sword.
Seeing this, Liu Ming couldn't help laughing wryly, watching a maid in white with some regrets stepping forward, carrying the jade plate down, and then quickly sending it to the box.
"The next product is a rare coagulation period pill, Star Dou Pill, this pill..."
The auction continues. In the following time, the auction will begin to take out some rare panacea and materials for auction.
Although these things are not as valuable as the previous Qingyuan sword classics and some top-quality spiritual weapons, they are still rushed by bidders, but most of them are small sect families and casual cultivators. People in the boxes on both sides rarely care about them.
Liu Ming also cheered up at this time and paid close attention to each lot.
Looking at this trend, Jingpaku fans should also be about to appear.
Finally, after a large piece of five-element fine iron was photographed by a random repairer with eighteen thousand spiritual stones, a white robe maid brought a small transparent jade box.
Inside the jade box, there seemed to be a small pile of white powder, and there was nothing special about it.
But once this thing appeared, Liu Ming's eyes suddenly brightened.
This is amazingly the Jingpo fan he has been searching for for a long time!
"The next lot is a rare refining material'Jingpaku powder'. I must know that when the best spirit weapon is promoted to the prototype of the magic weapon, it needs a lot of auxiliary materials. Powder is one kind that is widely used."
The Baijing middle-aged person looked around the venue and saw many people eager to try, a trace of satisfaction flashed in their eyes, and they continued to speak loudly:
"Taoists who want to refine the prototype of the magic weapon must not miss this opportunity. Now the bidding starts, the reserve price is 500,000 spiritual stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than 10,000."
A few words from the white and pure middle-aged people aroused the desires of many people.
"Five hundred thousand spirit stones!" A man with a loose repair look immediately called out the price.
"Five-five-five thousand!" said a female nun wearing a hat.
"Six hundred thousand!" The casual repair man frowned and immediately increased the price.
"Six hundred and fifty thousand!" The sister sneered and added fifty thousand.
The casual cultivator gave the female cultivator a fierce look, but did not increase the price.
A trace of color flashed across the face under the sister's hat.
"Seven hundred thousand spirit stones!"
In the corner, another voice rang, it was Liu Ming.
The female cultivator glanced at Liu Ming angrily, snorted coldly, and said, "Seven-five thousand spiritual stones!"
"800,000!" Liu Ming's expression changed and remained unchanged.
"Nine hundred thousand! This fellow daoist, if you can sell more than this price, this box of shocking fans will be given to you." The female sister sneered.
As soon as the female voice fell, a faint voice rang.
"one million!"
It was not Liu Ming who said this, but a gray-haired old man in the first floor of the conference hall.
The woman wearing a hat frowned and looked at the old man, she seemed to know and was quite cautious, but she didn't say anything to contradict her.
"Isn't that the master craftsman of Quanjulou, Master Zhao?"
"Master Zhao is a master craftsman, so it's no wonder that he would pay such a high price."
"Does he want to refine the prototype of the magic weapon?"
Someone who recognized this person suddenly started talking in a low voice in surprise.