Qiu Ren.

"Twenty-nine thousand spirit stones!"

"Thirty thousand!"

"Thirty-three thousand spirit stones!"

There were shouts of bidding, but there were only two bidders, Zuo Qiu Ren and Liang Yan.

At this time, everyone in the square was shocked. The logs that they thought were going to pass the auction were actually raised to such a high price by two people.

This scene also made many monks re-examine the log on the stage, and at the same time secretly wondered whether they had really made a mistake.

However, as the price continues to rise, even those monks who were interested in it have stopped at this moment, completely giving up the idea of ​​​​fighting, and instead watching from the sidelines with the attitude of watching the excitement.

"Forty-nine thousand spirit stones!"

After Zuo Qiu Ren called out the price, he looked in the direction of Liang Yan, with a frightening cold light in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "This little friend, you are no more than a cultivator in the Juyuan Realm."

Just for the sake of it, do you really have so much wealth? Don’t just entertain me by not being able to get the spiritual stone when the time comes!”

"Fifty thousand spiritual stones!"

Liang Yan wanted to annoy him. After making the bid, he crossed his legs and said lazily: "What do you care about my cultivation level? Should our exchange meeting be based on spiritual stones or cultivation level?"

"you!"

Seeing his nonchalant look, Zuo Qiu Ren couldn't help but feel angry, and secretly thought: "If you were outside and a blind young man like you fell into my hands, you would definitely feel a life worse than death!"

But this is just a thought, after all, this is not the outside world, but the exchange venue of the Beihai Demon Clan.

Zuo Qiu Ren suppressed his anger, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and finally shouted out the price that even made him feel pain:

"Fifty-five thousand spirit stones!"

"Fifty-six thousand spiritual stones, plus a 'Bloodlight Demonic Vine'!" Liang Yan took it without hesitation.

As soon as he said this, the face of layman Mo Yun on the high platform immediately changed, and he asked in an almost trembling voice: "Do you really have the 'Bloodlight Demonic Vine' in your hand?"

Liang Yan seemed to have expected this and didn't say much. He just threw up a brocade box in his sleeve.

The layman Mo Yun reached out to take it, scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and said excitedly:

"It is indeed the 'Bloodlight Demonic Vine'! No need to bid! I have made up my mind to sell this thing to you, and I will only charge 30,000 spiritual stones, and I will not take any more!"
Chapter completed!