Although Chen Mo restrained his breath and made people unable to see his cultivation, the practitioners in the Qi training stage did not have the unique spiritual fluctuations of practitioners in the Foundation Establishment stage. Is it still unpretentious to be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?

Hearing that Chen Mo only practiced Qi and wanted a high-quality private room. The maid was quite surprised, but her expression did not change. She only regarded Chen Mo as a disciple of a large family who had been trained and said, "Please pay the premium private room fee, ten medium-grade spirit stones."

Chen Mo couldn't help but smack his tongue when the maid said that the auction was really dark, but he had to pay the money.

As soon as the thought moved, the light flashed in his hand, and ten medium-grade spirit stones had already landed on the table.

The maid took the medium-grade spirit stone handed over by Chen Mo, then took out a purple token and said, "This is a VIP token."

Chen Mo reached out and put away the token. As the maid entered the top VIP room, the layout in the auction house could be clearly seen from this location.

The second floor auction house is divided into three floors. The upper floor, which is Chen Mo, is located, is a top VIP room with six rooms, and the lower floor is a medium private room with thirty rooms, each of which is much smaller, and the remaining one is a lower-class warehouse with hundreds of low-class positions.

The center of the entire auction house was isolated by a cylindrical black ban at this time, and it should be the hosting station.

After watching for a while, Chen Mo felt that it was meaningless. Seeing that there was still some time before the auction, he closed his eyes and calmed down.

About three hours later, Chen Mo noticed that the black ban suddenly changed. He opened his eyes and saw that the black ban rippling like water waves, and then gradually faded away, revealing the hosting platform inside and an old man on the stage.

After the ban was completely dispersed, the old man bowed to the surroundings, smiled, and his cheerful and bright voice echoed throughout the auction: "All Taoists are welcome to travel thousands of miles to attend the auction held in Yanhai Pavilion today."

"I am Hong Xiyan, the auctioneer of Yanhai Pavilion Auction. Today, the auction will be hosted by me. Haha, I hope that everyone here will come here with great pleasure and will all return with great pleasure."

As soon as he finished speaking, an impatient voice rang out in the auction hall: "Okay, Old Man Hong, we are not here to listen to your long-winded words, hurry up and start."

"It seems that some fellow Taoists can't wait, so I won't say more. Let's start now."

As he said that, the old man clapped his hands, and a maid walked to the hosting table with a foot-square blue jade box. The old man made a seal, and the blue jade box opened, and a spiritual plant hung in front of the old man.

The whole body of the spiritual plant is pitch black, and the thumb of a main pole is more than two feet thick. The slender red branches and leaves of the elder's centipede legs on the main pole are the infamous centipede grass.

Seeing this object, Chen Mo's eyes lit up. He did not expect that the first item was the spiritual plant he needed.

He immediately said to the waiter: "I want to check this spiritual plant."

The maid handed Chen Mo a jade slip when she heard this. Chen Mo, under the guidance of the maid, put it on his forehead and sensed it.

The old man controlled his spiritual power and let the item slowly turn around the inner field. When the people under the object were whispering, several black-robed cultivators exchanged glances with each other.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the old man's expression did not change. He just smiled and introduced: "Huangjie Zhen Centipede Grass."

"This centipede grass is provided by Yanhai Sect. It has a clean source and its quality has reached the lowest level."

"Although the juice of centipede grass is highly toxic, it is also the main ingredient of some pills, and it is one of the two main auxiliary spiritual materials of the famous Blood Spirit Pill."

"If anyone who gets the other two spiritual plants in the future, plus this centipede grass, refining it into a blood spirit pill, his cultivation will definitely be able to go further."

After the old man finished speaking, a sneer rang out of the room: "You old man, you can pick up something nice."

"Not to mention that the Blood Spirit Pill cannot be easily taken, let alone if you want to refine the Blood Spirit Pill, the grade of the Centipede Grass must be at least medium-grade. You are the lowest-grade."

Chen Mo's heart moved when he heard the voice, and it seemed that there were still many people who understood the experience.

But what he cares about was that the Blood Spirit Pill cannot be taken easily, and he was not clear about this. Most of the things he knew about the Blood Spirit Pill were about how to refine and function, but he didn't know any taboos.

"What this fellow Taoist on the second floor is very reasonable, but it is not difficult to improve the low-grade centipede grass to the middle grade."

"The taboos of the Blood Spirit Pill are indeed a bit troublesome, but if you succeed, you can advance to the next level of cultivation as soon as possible. If you reach the ninth level of Qi training before the age of thirty, the hope of foundation building is almost a foregone conclusion. Each choice will be determined by your fellow Taoists."

"The auction starts below, starting from 5,000 low-grade spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than 100 low-grade spirit stones each time."

After hearing the old man's offer, a black-robed cultivator who attended the meeting couldn't help but curse quietly, thinking that the old man was cunning. After he said this, the centipede grass seemed to be the only one in the sky and the earth, but in fact it was just a yellow-level precious species. Even the lower grade can last at most 1,500 lower grade spirit stones to death on weekdays.

Although the situation is turbulent now, the starting price of 5,000 low-grade spirit stones is too much. Judging from the old guy's attitude, he really wants to take the opportunity to slap them hard.

He was determined not to buy it, but he thought that the spirit stone was an outsider after all, and this centipede grass was also very important to their poison cultivators. So as soon as the old man's voice fell, he urged the price first.

"5100 Low-grade Spirit Stone." As soon as the sound of this sound fell, the bidding sounded one after another.

5400

5800

6000

This made the auction hot at the beginning, and it increased by 1,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Looking at the hot scene, the old man on the host stage smiled faintly. As long as the atmosphere rose, he would not be afraid that these fat sheep would not take out a lot of spirit stones.

Looking at the rising prices, Chen Mo, who was sitting on the chair, tapped his finger and signaled the maid beside him to offer a quote.

The maid was slightly stunned when she heard Chen Mo's offer. Obviously, she didn't expect that Chen Mo would add so many spirit stones at once. She asked Chen Mo again, and the maid was a little nervous about the offer.

A crisp sound spreads: "7,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones."

The increase of 1,000 low-grade spirit stones at once increased, which made the atmosphere of the entire auction hall heat up to a new level. The increase of 1,000 low-grade spirit stones at once, who is so generous?

One by one, he looked at the top VIP room where Chen Mo was, and secretly guessed the identity of the VIP room.

At this time, Chen Mo looked as usual, but his heart had already been raised. He was very distressed when he took 1,000 low-grade spirit stones. He also hoped that this price increase would scare those people and not raise the price. Otherwise, who would know how much the price would soar.

No matter what, no matter how much spirit stones are spent, he must get this centipede grass.

Clenching his fists nervously and pricking his ears, Chen Mo listened uneasy to the sound outside.

After a while, Old Man Hong coughed lightly and said, "Is there anyone else who has increased the price?" Seeing that no one, Old Man Hong knocked on the first hammer, Chen Mo's heart also raised it, and he seemed even more nervous.

"7100 Lower-grade Spirit Stone." At this moment, a black-robed cultivator in the audience hesitated for a while and finally made a bid.

Chen Mo's heart thrust. If it weren't for the auction at this time, he would have cursed, and felt ache in his heart, and signaled the maid to bid again.

"8000 Low-grade Spirit Stones." The girl's crisp voice was already a little bit woody.

As soon as the offer was finished, Chen Mo's heart was raised again, but at this moment, a young man in purple clothes on the second floor offered: "8,500 low-grade spirit stones, although they are only low-grade, they can barely make do with it."

As soon as the offer was released, Chen Mo felt that his heart seemed to have been hammered and sighed. 7,000 was already the limit of this spiritual plant, and 8,000 was no longer worth it.

If it weren't for the Centipede Grass being particularly important to him, he would never raise the price. This time he did not ask the maid to do it for him, but instead he quoted it himself. A hoarse voice slowly rang: "If 9,000 low-grade spirit stones, if any cultivator bids again, he will no longer fight."

After hearing Chen Mo's offer, the young cultivator in purple probably felt that it was not worth it, so he really didn't make a bid.

At this time, several cultivators who wanted to bid once looked at each other, but did not follow him again. Finally, the three-hammer final shot the centipede grass at a high price of 9,000 low-grade spirit stones.
Chapter completed!