After the woman in the bamboo hat thought for a while, she finally quoted: "Eleven hundred spiritual crystals."
"It's just such a broken bell, what's so worth fighting for?" The people below asked in confusion.
"Is there any secret in this?"
The people on the first floor don't have much money, and the people on the second floor have items they want to auction.
So if the price is too high, naturally you won't want to waste spiritual crystals on other items.
"Twenty thousand spiritual crystals," Xu Zimo said without thinking after hearing the woman in the bamboo hat.
"The young master in the Bamboo Room is offering 20,000 spirit crystals. Does anyone else want to increase the price?" the old man in red robe said with a smile.
I thought it was just a broken thing, but I didn't expect it to be an unexpected surprise.
The woman in the bamboo hat was completely silent this time.
"Then it's a deal. This bell from the Battlefield of Gods and Demons belongs to the young master in the Bamboo Room," the red-robed old man said after waiting for a while and then hammered down the hammer.
After a while, a maid brought the bell in with a plate.
According to the rules of the auction, it must be paid in one hand and delivered in the other hand.
Xu Zimo looked at Lin Feng, who paid 20,000 spirit crystals with an embarrassed expression.
Originally, he thought that Xu Zimo would not need these spiritual crystals, and he would be able to auction them off for himself when the time comes to prepare the items for the Jiuxiao Festival.
Unfortunately, looking at the current situation, it remains to be seen whether one million spiritual crystals will be enough.
Xu Zimo took the bell and observed it in his hand.
The size of this bell is no different from an ordinary bell. It is dark brown in color and has rust and peeling paint in some places. It looks very old.
The gong inside the bell is a round thing similar to a small stone. When you hold it in your hand and shake it gently, it can make a subtle sound.
There is nothing special about this bell. If others didn't say it was brought from the battlefield between gods and demons, it might not even be as good as an ordinary bell.
"What's the use of this bell?" Jiang Changsheng asked from the side.
"I can't tell yet," Xu Zimo shook his head.
He didn't feel any energy in the bell.
"It's just a pile of scrap metal, what's the use of it," Lin Feng said from the side.
"Is there any use for you to tell me here?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I won't tell you. You can explain it to your father when you go back," Lin Feng replied.
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The auction downstairs is still going on, and more and more items are being auctioned.
As time goes by, the auction prices become higher and higher.
Finally, when the old man in red robe took out a purple flower, Lin Feng became serious.
This purple flower is only as big as a palm, with six petals in total, and many Sanskrit sounds are engraved on each petal.
After staring at the purple flowers for a long time, it seemed that I could hear the murmur of Sanskrit sounds in my ears.
"Tianzhu flower is a flower unique to Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple," the old man in red robe explained with a smile.
"It takes half a year for this flower to grow in the Buddhist temple. It can kill evil spirits, purify the mind, and protect the body.
It is very rare and rare, and has a terrifying ability to understand Buddhist techniques and pulse techniques.
The starting price is one million spiritual crystals, and each increase in price must not be less than one hundred thousand."
As the red-robed old man finished speaking, the crowd around him began to make offers one after another.
"One million and one million spiritual crystals."
"One and a half million spiritual crystals."
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Seeing that the price was so fierce, Lin Feng looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Brother, daddy only gave us five million spiritual crystals for auction. If it's really not enough, we can only use your share."
"That's your business. If you don't have the spiritual crystal, you can advance it yourself. I don't care," Xu Zimo waved his hand and refused directly.
Lin Feng's face was uncertain. He wanted to say something but finally endured it. He clenched his fists and didn't mention it again.
"Three million spiritual crystals," Lin Feng shouted directly as the quotation gradually slowed down.
"You people from Taixiao Peak are also here to join in the fun," someone said from a room on the second floor.
"Do you have enough money? Do you need me to lend you some?"
"Don't bother Bixiaofeng to worry about it," Lin Feng said calmly.
He could see that the person in the opposite room was from Bixiao Peak, and the person speaking was Yan Song, the emperor's son from Bixiao Peak.
"In this case, then I will offer 3.5 million spiritual crystals," Yan said with a smile in the room opposite.
"Four million," Lin Feng said with an embarrassed expression.
Others around looked at the competition between the two sects and were very interested and did not make any further offers.
After all, their target is not Tianzhuhua.
"Four and a half million," Yan Song followed closely and said.
In the room where he was, a middle-aged man reminded him: "Your Majesty, our target is not this Tianzhu flower.
What should we do if the other party doesn’t follow the price?”
"Don't worry, he will definitely follow," Yan Song said with a smile.
"I'm offering five million. If Yan Song makes another offer, I won't go with it and give it to you," Lin Feng said coldly.
There was a surge of momentum all over his body, and it was obvious that he was not at peace inside.
"A gentleman doesn't take away what others like. Since you like it so much, then take it," Yan Song said with a smile.
After hearing this, before Lin Feng could breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly sounded from the first floor.
"I will pay 5.1 million."
Everyone looked around and saw a man dressed as a monk sitting quietly among the crowd on the first floor.
"It's Kunai monk," someone next to him said in surprise.
"It is said that the former number one monk of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was expelled from the sect," someone commented.
"He still dares to appear here, isn't he afraid that the people from Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple will arrest him?"
"You don't know that the people from Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple have not left the temple for a long time. It is impossible for them to come to this Huohuang City for a while."
"Five and a half million," Lin Feng gritted his teeth and continued shouting.
"Everyone from Taixiao Peak, I have no intention of competing with you for this Tianzhu flower, as long as you promise me one thing.
The poor monk will withdraw immediately and compensate you for all the extra spiritual crystals just now," the kunai monk below called Amitabha and said calmly.
"What's the matter?" Lin Feng asked with a frown.
"I have heard that your ancestors from Jiuxiao Peak once defeated the Ghost Buddha Tathagata and obtained the Six Breaks of Ghost Zen from him," Monk Kunai said.
"As a poor monk, all he needs to do is watch the six sections of ghost meditation and one meditation."
"This is impossible. How can our Taixiao Peak pulse-suppressing technique be freely viewed by others?" Lin Feng shook his head and said.
"In this case, it's no wonder that the poor monk couldn't give up this geranium flower," Monk Kunai said, and directly quoted: "The poor monk will give you six million spiritual crystals."
A "bang" sound was heard in the room. Lin Feng slammed the table next to him, and the momentum around him became stronger and stronger.
"This Kunai monk is looking for death," he said with murderous intent.
"Monk Kunai is the master of the Supreme Master. You seem to be no match for him yet," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
