Just when Lin Yun hesitated whether to bid or not.
In a private room on the second floor.
"Young master, it has been confirmed. The golden horn was sent by a person named Lin Yun, who is wearing the clothes of Qingyunzong."
"Qingyunzong!"
The young master of the Yun family, when he heard the word Qingyunzong, said with a gloomy expression, "Where is he?"
The guard said respectfully: "In the box on the 17th opposite, the first shot of the Blood Transformation Pill was taken by this Lin Yun."
It was supposed to be confidential information, but because of the identity of the young master of the Yun family, he couldn't hide it at all.
The Yun family was in Baishui City, and had a respected status. Together with the other three families, they were in charge of the entire city.
Even the owner of the auction house would not dare to offend any of them too much.
"It turned out to be him, no wonder that voice sounds familiar to me."
The corner of the Yun family's young master's mouth is slightly upturned: "I can't help you in the Hengyun Mountains. When we come to this White Water City, we can have a good time."
now.
On the auction stage, a trace of anxiety flashed in Qiu Shui's eyes, and he said again, "Are there really no bids for eight hundred low-grade spirit stones?"
"Eight hundred and ten!"
At this moment, the sound of bidding sounded, and Qiushui looked over like lightning.
"Hee hee, it's the distinguished guest from the No. 17 box again. With insight, this ancient sword box is definitely worth the money!"
After all, the filming stopped, and Qiu Shui's delicate face returned to a smile.
The pair of eyes that looked over seemed to be about to give birth to water, and the people who looked at it swayed.
In the private room, Lin Yun touched his nose: "Is it a bit of a snag?"
Looking at the auctioneer's expression, he felt a little bad.
The warriors in the hall were in an uproar, with mocking expressions on their faces, obviously thinking that someone would actually buy this broken thing.
"Once, twice... well, congratulations to this distinguished guest..."
"Slow! The young master wants this sword box, 1,600 low-grade spirit stones!"
Just when the auctioneer was about to say the word "sold", someone suddenly quoted a double price.
A look of surprise appeared on Qiu Shui's face, her heart was ecstatic, she quickly looked over and said with a smile, "It turned out to be the young master of the Yun family, I said who is so generous!"
Young Master Yun
Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, this guy was chased by a group of bulls, but he didn't die.
"Kid surnamed Lin, with me here today, you don't even want to photograph it!"
In the private room, the young master of the Yun family put down a sentence coldly, and the sharpness between the words pointed directly at Lin Yun.
The people in the hall were still wondering just now, how could there be such a high price, and they were all surprised at this moment.
It turned out that there was a holiday, and the young master of the Yun family was going to use a spirit stone to smash people in the face.
"Three thousand low-grade spirit stones!"
But who knows, Lin Yun's offer came out just after the young master of the Yun family fell.
Qiu Shui thought he had heard it wrong, but after confirming it, he couldn't stop laughing: "VIP No. 17 offers 3,000, is there any higher price!"
"Damn!"
The young master of the Yun family in the elegant room felt a burning pain on his face, and he just said that Lin Yun couldn't even buy a hair.
As a result, the other party immediately quoted nearly twice the price, and slapped him hard.
The young master of the Yun family gritted his teeth and prepared to quote another price.
"Young Master, don't! We were entrusted by the Ziyan Sect to bid for the Blood Flame Bone. If there are not enough spirit stones, it will be miserable if we don't complete the task."
The calm guard next to him quickly stopped him and persuaded him bitterly.
The young master of the Yun family was unwilling, but he still resisted the urge to make an offer when he thought of the horror of Zi Yanzong.
"It seems that no one can be higher than 3,000 low-grade spirit stones, does Young Master Yun really not consider it?"
Qiulan blinked her eyes and looked over, as if to say, you just said that you were talking nonsense.
In the private room, Yun Family Young Master's face was flushed red, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he hadn't heard the auctioneer's words.
"Congratulations to this distinguished guest for successfully bidding on the ancient sword box at the price of 3,000 low-grade spirit stones."
It was a pity that the idiot young master of the Yun family was still a little sensible, otherwise this order would have really made a lot of money.
But now that he has made a lot of money, Qiushui is still very excited.
After about a cup of tea, the two strong men carried the sword boxes and sent them to Lin Yun's private room.
The steward in black who accompanied him smiled and said, "Young Master Lin, your sword box has been delivered."
Lin Yun nodded slightly: "The spirit stone can be deducted from my gold horn auction gold."
"Good to say."
After the group exited, Lin Yun carefully observed the sword box.
The old sword case, with rusted rust, does look a little worn. The ancient rhyme that can be exuded is not fake.
The appearance is much more durable than imagined, and the pattern on the surface of the sword box gives people a simple and deep texture.
The moment the sword box was opened, as Qiu Lan said, the cold air was suffocating, and it was freezing to the bone.
"good."
Lin Yun showed satisfaction. This sword box was what he valued most, and he could decorate the petals in the future. The cool and cold air can ensure that the fragrance of flowers lasts for a long time and will not wither prematurely.
Compared with Xuanbing, there is still some gap between the burial foil sword, and it needs to be raised with the fragrance of flowers.
Although it is not in a hurry, you must prepare in advance.
It just surprised him, but a sword case half the thickness of a little finger could be so heavy.
I want to come to this sword box, there are some doorways. Those treasure appraisers are not randomly quoted starting prices.
The auction is gradually coming to an end, and the last lot will soon be ushered in.
"Next is the finale of this auction. You must have heard that this time, ten blood flame bones will be auctioned. Blood flame bones are the core material for making blood flame armor, and there is a blood flame armor face. A single blow to the ninth level of martial arts will not be fatal. I won't introduce the value of this item, but the starting price is 20,000 low-grade spirit stones!"
Qiulan was quite confident about this last lot, and didn't introduce it at all.
Be straightforward and quote a price that suffocates the audience.
A huge number of 20,000 low-grade spirit stones!
There are many warriors in the hall, secretly stunned, this number of low-grade spirit stones. Even if they work hard for a lifetime, they are afraid that they will not be able to accumulate.
"Twenty-five thousand low-grade spirit stones!"
The young master of the Yun family, who had been holding his breath for a long time, immediately made an offer, eager to show his financial resources.
And in one breath, he directly increased the price by 5,000 low-grade spirit stones.
"Thirty thousand!"
"forty thousand!"
"fifty thousand!"
But soon, his price was quickly overshadowed by other people's quotations, and the added 5,000 low-grade spirit stones were not worth mentioning.
Ten blood flame bones, almost instantly, reached an astonishing number of fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones.
"It's the four major families fighting!"
"There is a sect behind each of the four major families. I don't know who will be the real winner this time."
"I guess it's still the Yun family supported by the Ziyan Sect. The power of the Ziyan Sect has been expanding in recent years, and there is a slight tendency to take down the Qingyun Sect. Ten Blood Flame Bones will definitely be won."
"Look, other sects are not vegetarians, and they won't let the bleeding flame vines easily."
The warriors present are well aware of the value of the blood flame bone, and it will definitely fall into the hands of the four major sects, and the families they support will bid.
Lin Yun was delighted to see it succeed, the more the four sects compete, the better.
"Fifty-five thousand!"
"Sixty thousand!"
The price of the auction went up all the way. When the young master of the Yun family quoted the price of 60,000, no one raised the price.
60,000 low-grade spirit stones are already a very exaggerated number, far higher than the market price.
It seems that Zi Yanzong is indeed determined to win this blood flame bone.
Lin Yun's heart thumped again and again, and it was difficult to calm down, even if he gave 10% to Tong Hu.
You can also get nearly 50,000 low-grade spirit stones, a huge sum of money that is completely unimaginable.
After a while, the black-clothed steward entered the private room.
The look in Lin Yun's eyes changed completely, and he said with a smile, "Young Master Lin, you are really hiding. I only know until now that Boss Tong's client turned out to be Your Excellency. I was really clumsy before."
After he finished speaking, he handed over a storage bag.
Lin Yun cautiously took it over, opened it and saw that it was densely packed with low-grade spirit stones.
After careful counting, confirm that the number is correct, a total of 54,000.
The remaining 6,000 low-grade spirit stones have already arrived in Tong Hu's hands.
After doing almost nothing, he got 6,000 low-grade spirit stones in vain, which is also very satisfying for Tong Hu.
"If the young master of the Yun family knows that his 70,000 low-grade spirit stones are in the hands of Young Master Lin, I don't know how he will feel."
The black-clothed manager teased him for a while, and felt amused in his heart. The young master of the Yun family knew the truth, so he would probably vomit blood in anger.
Just, who cares
Lin Yun smiled slightly, didn't answer, and said, "Farewell."
"Young Master Lin, walk slowly!"
Looking at Lin Yun's retreating back, the greed in the black-clothed steward's eyes disappeared for a moment, and he sighed softly, "It's a pity that he is a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. He has such strength at such a young age, I am afraid that the elders have a lot of power in the sect. "
If he didn't think so... It's hard to say whether Lin Yun can go out.