And as the words fell, I could hear a few melodious bells suddenly.

Everyone knew that the bell sounded the beginning of the auction.

As the highlight begins, the people around them are not so idle to watch and scatter.

The white-haired real man was still in place, and saw Lin Fei's back gradually disappearing, he sneered, and then turned around and left...

At this time, Lin Fei had already climbed to the third floor under Cheng Su's guidance.

This is the place where the auction is held. At this time, you can find that even if it is full, it seems a little empty, at most only a few dozen people.

Among these people, Lin Fei also found several acquaintances, namely Jiang Zhong, Chu Li and the others, while Wushan and Wu Ming brothers were sitting in another place.

There were many monks around them, just like stars holding the moon.

Obviously, even if the people who can participate in this auction are VIPs, and there are not many people, 30 to 40% of them are still the true disciples, basically with Jiang Zhong and others as the core.

After coming in, Lin Fei did not say hello, and found a corner to sit down.

Immediately afterwards, an old monk with gray hair and wrinkles walked slowly to the auction table.

Just a few steps made him feel a little overwhelmed, but no one was impatient. On the contrary, he was waiting quite quietly.

After the old monk coughed, he said slowly without any nonsense: "Everyone, this auction will begin here..."

"The first one to be auctioned is a mixed blood vermilion bird spirit soul, which is the head of Fang Tian Sect. In the Lihuo world, he took people to wait for ten years before waiting for the mixed blood vermilion bird to come out of the nest and sacrificed the lives of three golden elixirs before he captured it in one fell swoop for three million spirit stones. However, according to the requirements of Fang Tian Sect, what he lacks most now is the spiritual blood related to the Xuanwu bloodline. If anyone can provide it, no matter how many spirit stones, he can get this item first..."

As the words fell, no one in the auction hall made a bid, but the monks next to the real disciples whispered, as if they were discussing something...

After a moment, a middle-aged monk who did not belong to the true power, so he first made a bid.

"Three million spirit stones."

"Three million and two million." At this time, a monk sitting next to the Jiang Bell quoted the price.

"Three million and four hundred thousand." Now, the monk hesitated for a moment and quoted the price again.

The monk next to Jiang Zhong lowered the price again: "Three million and six million."

This time, the middle-aged monk's face was unstable. After struggling for several years, he gave up and continued to bid.

When an old monk rings the bell and chime, even if the transaction is completed, he doesn’t have to get it after the auction is over. A young monk brings a jade box and sends it to Jiang Zhong…

The auction proceeded in an orderly manner. Although there were many auction items, most of them were taken down by disciples of those real forces.

There is no factor in bullying others by relying on power. The gap between the two sides is too big. These people have monopolized the wealth they have accumulated for so long. It is not just a matter of saying that.

Although there are not all the monks who can enter this place, it depends on who they compare...

This is how this crushing state is. Only things that Jiang Zhong and others don’t like are turned to the rest of the monks to grab...

After an auction, it became a place of competition in the small circle of several real people...

"The next thing to be auctioned is a piece of meteorite magic iron. This was originally just a piece of refined iron on an ordinary meteorite. It was not surprising, but by chance, it fell into a ten thousand-year-old volcano."

"I absorbed the essence of fire in it for thousands of years, and it has long been different from the past. The impurities in it have been burned for ten thousand years, and they have been refined without any refining. The whole piece of magic iron is extremely pure. It is even more effective to refine magic weapons with it. Now it is priced at one million spirit stones."

“…”

As the words fell, the auction hall was a little quiet.

Everyone was watching the statements of those real disciples...

There is no way, the series of auctions just now have proved that others can't compete for what they want...

You can compete if you don't want...

Now bidding is also a waste of time...

really.

"One million spirit stones." Jiang Zhong offered the price first...

Everyone has become accustomed to it, just waiting for these true disciples to run out of chips. That is their chance to take action...

"One and two million." Chu Lifeng spoke up and raised the price.

"One Hundred and Three Hundred Thousand Spirit Stones..."

result…

Just as everyone was waiting and another scramble began, a strange voice suddenly inserted into it.

"One and four million."

Now, many people were a little surprised. Who was idle and involved in it...

For a moment, everyone looked at the corner where the sound came from...

I saw a young man sitting there, raising his hand to signal a bid.

When they saw everyone looking over, the other party nodded politely...

But, a little strange is that when the price fell, no one has made a bid this time.

Suddenly, everyone became a little surprised. Are these true disciples changing their nature? Suddenly, they found out with conscience and left such treasures to find a bargain for everyone?

For a moment, even the old monk glanced at Jiang Zhong and others strangely, and emphasized again: "One hundred and forty thousand spirit stones once..."

Those real disciples still didn't respond...

For a moment, many people were eager to try...

Although the price of 1.4 million is a bit expensive, the divine iron that has been tempered for ten thousand years is simply a natural magic weapon. With a little sacrifice, a ground-level magic weapon cannot be escaped.

This is a rare opportunity...

For a moment, many people were ready to move.

"One and four hundred thousand spirit stones twice..."

However, just as someone couldn't help but was about to bid, he saw Chu Lifeng suddenly turned his head and clasped his fists at the young monk and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Lin for getting this treasure."

"You're welcome..." The young monk nodded and smiled, as if he was quite familiar...

“…”

Now, the other monks present were a little stunned.

When I looked at Lin Fei, I looked like I saw a ghost.

It seems to be saying, Damn, looking at you with a very honest look, it turns out that I am just the same as those people...
Chapter completed!