"Forty-five thousand spirit stones." Since Ishikawa made up his mind to take down this underworld sword, there was no possibility of giving up.

Five thousand spirit stones were added at once, which made everyone stunned, and then bursts of amazement.

"Young master, you can't add it anymore. This person is bound to win. It doesn't matter if we continue to fight with him." The middle-aged man persuaded him again.

"Senior Brother Qin, I don't need any earth-based magic weapons, and now there are enough magic weapons." Qiu Yun quickly dissuaded.

Qin Yong's face turned red and white. Forty-five thousand spirit stones were not a small number. He knew very well that there were only more than fifty thousand spirit stones on his body. Moreover, these 50,000 spirit stones were all useful.

Qin Yong can only use more than a hundred spirit stones every day. This is indeed very generous for ordinary monks, but when he takes it to the auction house, he will be nothing.

Of course, if the Sword of the Underworld can be taken down 30,000 spirit stones, it would be fine even if it was given to Qiu Yun. As long as you get Qiu Yun, the sword will be the same as yours.

The remaining 20,000 spirit stones combined with the spirit stones on the middle-aged man were enough to bid for the treasure.

But if you spend all the 50,000 spirit stones on your body and missed any treasure, the consequences will be serious.

When the middle-aged man reminded him, Qin Yong was shocked and almost caused a big disaster. He sat down without caring about everyone's eyes and pretended that nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man naturally saw what Qin Yong was thinking and whispered: "Young master, this man is rich and powerful, and seems to have an extraordinary origin. Every thing he wants is bound to win. We don't need to see him."

This sentence is naturally to save Qin Yong some face. After all, Qin Yong insisted just now and wanted to slap this dark sword and give it to Qiu Yun.

"I saw it too, so I don't know him as much as he did." Qin Yong comforted himself.

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"Congratulations to this fellow Taoist, I won the Underworld Sword for 45,000 spirit stones." The white-bearded old man said with a smile.

The price of this piece of Dark Land is high enough, so his income is naturally not expensive.

The following treasures are dazzling, but they have two common points: one is expensive and the other is rare.

These treasures are either from ancient ruins or left by ancient monks, or are made of precious and rare materials, or are powerful.

Although Ishikawa is very interested, the spirit stones in Ishikawa's pocket are only enough to buy a few pieces, so Ishikawa will not bid easily without the treasures that make Ishikawa very moved.

"The following treasure was obtained from ancient ruins. If I don't mention the ancient ruins, everyone knows it. This treasure was obtained from a sitting Jindan cultivator."

The old man with white beard took out a sword from the storage bag, but the sword was only half of it. The whole body was shining with silver light.

Ishikawa was attracted by the sword at first sight. He stared at it for a long time and suddenly said in his heart: "Is this sword all made of mitral?"

There is no other color at the cross section of this sword, and its crystal silver shines with a soft light.

"I believe all fellow Taoists have seen that this sword is made of Misin. I think you all know the value of Misin. The starting price is 50,000 spiritual stones, and the price increase shall not be less than one thousand spiritual stones each time."

As soon as the old man with white bearded said this, the hall suddenly became silent.

Ishikawa thought in his heart: "This sword has been abandoned and it has to be such a high price. It must be because of the material of the sword. However, depending on the degree of breakage, it seems unlikely to repair it. Moreover, if this sword can be repaired, the auction house will not not repair it, and those monks in the Foundation Establishment stage will not sit idly by and let these monks in the Qi training stage bid for auction."

After thinking about it, Ishikawa concluded that this sword must not be repaired and it would be a piece of waste. Otherwise, it would not be sold at a low price of 50,000 spirit stones.

If others are useless, it does not mean that Ishikawa is useless. With the Immortal Palace, this half-broken sword can be easily converted into a hot Misin.

Ishikawa estimated that such a large piece of mites silver was far more than 100,000 spirit stones.

Of course, it is best to be able to buy it at the lowest price. So Ishikawa is not in a hurry to bid, and see what others think of this half-cut sword.

"Fifty-one thousand spirit stones." Someone bid.

After a quarter of an hour, no one even raised the price.

The old man with white beard hesitated a little and said, "Fifty thousand spirit stones are the first time..."

"Fifty-two thousand spirit stones." Ishikawa said.

"Okay, this fellow Taoist has offered 52,000 spirit stones, is there any higher?" the old man with white beard asked happily.

There was silence. Even the monks who had just started bidding were not raising the price.

The old man with white beard helplessly said, "Fifty-two thousand spirit stones, the first time... the second time..."

"I'll give out 60,000 spirit stones." someone suddenly shouted.

Ishikawa's face changed slightly. The fat meat that was about to enter was suddenly planned. Ishikawa couldn't help but look over and see it in a blink of an eye.

Qin Yong was the one who bid.

Qin Yong looked at Ishikawa with a smile.

"Seventy thousand spirit stones." Ishikawa increased the price by 10,000 without hesitation.

"Eighty thousand spirit stones." Qin Yong did not allow any of them.

"Young Master, I didn't tell you what I said just now. Why did you suddenly auction this thing? You have to know that the spirit stones on our bodies are useful. Otherwise, I can't afford to blame you."

"Okay, Lao Liu, I won't really buy such a ragged thing." Qin Yong leaned into the middle-aged man's ear and whispered: "Didn't you just say that this person is bound to win the bidding for something? I really can't swallow this. Since he is so rich, I'll let him spend more spirit stones. I'll bid up."

The middle-aged man couldn't smile bitterly. He just said this to comfort Qin Yongcai. Could it be that he would tell the truth now?

"Ninety thousand spirit stones." Ishikawa refused to give in. No matter what kind of mentality this person had, Ishikawa would not give in at any time as long as it was within a reasonable price. In fact, there was no much profit for the 90,000 spirit stones.

The mitral decomposed by this half sword is only about 100,000 spirit stones.

"Young master, it's almost done. Ninety thousand yuan is not enough. Don't make any more money with him." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ishikawa bid again.

However, before he could finish his breath, Qin Yong immediately shouted: "100,000 spirit stones."

Ishikawa shook his head and smiled helplessly. One hundred thousand spirit stones are too expensive and the profit is too low. Although it is not a loss-making business, it is not a must.

If Qin Yong wants it, let him take it. Ishikawa really can't figure out what Qin Yong's use of this thing is.

A broken sword that no one wants was auctioned off in an instant by 100,000 spirit stones. This is also the most amazing scene at today's auction.

Everyone was waiting for Ishikawa to make a move.

Qin Yong felt a little proud and said to himself: "Don't you have money? Then I'll let you spend more, 50,000 more spirit stones than just now, it's great."

But after a while, Qin Yong felt something was wrong. Why didn’t the monk with a black mask increase the price?

"Add it! Add it! Just add it again." Qin Yong murmured silently in his heart.

However, the monk with a black mask was talking about something with the monks around him, and obviously had forgotten the auction.

An ominous premonition surged into Qin Yong's heart.

"Hey, then wear a mask. Are there no spirit stones? I'll lend you two pieces!" Qin Yong stood up and laughed out loud. "If there is no spirit stone, don't hit the fat man in the face and come to attend any auction."

Ishikawa seemed to have not heard it, and was inquiring about the cultivation sects and family forces of the Nanliang Kingdom from Yanshan.

I have to say that Yanshan knows a lot of gossip. Yanshan knows all the little conflicts and marriages between a certain family and a certain family clearly.

A quarter of an hour later, the old man with white beard said loudly: "The Misilver Sword, the final auction price is 100,000 spirit stones. Congratulations to this fellow Taoist."

When Qin Yong heard this, his face turned pale.

"The treasure below is also obtained from ancient relics, and the specific use is unknown." The old man with white beard took out a compass-like thing, but the compass has eight corners, and each corner is a hexagram position. It is very strange.

"The price of this treasure starts at 30,000 spirit stones, and the price increase is no less than 1,000 spirit stones each time."

Before the old man with white beard finished speaking, he heard the servant who came to collect the spirit stones shouting: "Master, this senior brother can't take out the spirit stones. Don't even want the Misilver Sword."

As soon as these words came to an end, the audience suddenly burst into a loud bang.

The auction is held once every three years. In order to avoid random shooting by monks, extremely strict regulations were set up, especially in the second half.

Before the auction, the old man with white beard had emphasized that this situation was not allowed to happen, but now it actually happened.

"Fellow Taoist, I don't want this broken sword, I want to bid for the gossip ritual." Qin Yong shouted loudly: "He bids 90,000 yuan, give it to him, I don't want it."

The old man with white beard changed slightly and he said coldly: "If you say no, don't you? Do you think the auction is like a joke?"

"I came for the Bagua ritual. I didn't want this broken sword." Qin Yong's face turned pale and his speech was a little incoherent.

"A hundred thousand spirit stones cannot be missing. If you can't take them out, I don't care about your children, and I will punish you according to the rules of the auction house: abolish your cultivation!"

"No, no!" Qin Yong fainted when he heard this.

"Uncle Liu, go and find my father to save me. I don't want to lose my cultivation."

The middle-aged man sighed, took the storage bag from Qin Yong, took out his storage bag, and said respectfully to the old man with white beard: "Liu Zishan, in the Xiatu Lingmen, today my nephew was abrupt. Here are 80,000 spirit stones. I hope the manager can accept it first. The remaining 20,000 spirit stones will be sent here in a few days."

The old man with white beard smiled coldly and said, "I really don't see the 20,000 spirit stones. But if they are spread like your nephew, how can I gain a foothold in the auction? Such arbitrary price raising requires heavy punishment. It would be fine if you take out 100,000 spirit stones within a quarter of an hour. If you can't take it out, your cultivation will be abolished!"

"Miss Qiu." The middle-aged man looked at Qiu Yun as he begged.

Qiu Yun handed over a storage bag and whispered: "I only have so many spirit stones."

"Fellow Taoists, whoever wants to borrow the next ten thousand spirit stones will definitely give me twice the thanks." No matter how Liu Zishan begs, no one answered.

Liu Zishan suddenly saw Ishikawa, hurried over, bowed and said, "This fellow Taoist, my nephew is ignorant. Don't be as knowledgeable as him. How about this mitral silver sword or 50,000 spirit stones for you?"

Liu Zishan had no choice. Ten thousand spirit stones were really not a small number. No one was willing to lend them to him. Especially at this level, high-quality treasures were finally final.

He could only want Ishikawa to buy this half of the Misilver Sword.

Ishikawa shook his head and said, "Fifty thousand spirit stones are really a bit expensive."

"Fifty thousand spirit stones are already low enough, not to mention that the fellow Taoist was very interested in things just now."

Ishikawa waved his hand and said, "I was interested just now, but I may not be interested now. Thank you, Niang Ni, otherwise I would have to spend so many spirit stones to buy such a useless thing."

"You..." Liu Zishan looked at the dumb Qin Yong, and was anxious and angry.
To be continued...