: A stubborn move

The young monk hesitated a little, then slowly shook his head and sat down, looking dejected on his face.

The old man gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "Five thousand one hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

"Six thousand yuan!" Mo San Shao sat in the box, hugging a female cultivator in his arms, and a little sneered on his lips. He felt the admiring eyes of the wonderful person in his arms, and he felt even more proud for a moment.

The old man's eyes fell on the box with a resentful look. He snorted coldly and turned over and sat down, but he did not continue to offer.

"I wonder if there is another fellow Taoist who is interested in this item, otherwise it will be owned by the distinguished guest in the box on the second floor." Old Sun asked with a smile. The 6,000 low-grade spirit stones are far beyond the value of this item, and he did not expect that he could continue to increase the price.

But at this moment, an old man's bidding came from another private room on the second floor.

"Seven thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Mr. Mo San's face darkened, and he slowly pulled his hand out of the thigh of the cultivator who was as limp as mud, took out a piece of white silk to wipe the mucus on his fingers, and his eyes were like an eagle and swept the sound to the private room.

"Eight thousand dollars!"

The thin lips opened slightly and spit out a cold offer.

"Nine thousand dollars!"

In another box, the old man's voice was stiff and expressionless, and he shouted immediately.

Mo San Shao's face turned pale and reached out to rub the female cultivator's plump and towering forcefully. The female cultivator felt pain, but he bit his lips tightly and did not dare to make any sound. He also had to make an expression of enjoyment on his face.

"Ten thousand yuan!" After quoting this price, Mr. Mo San's voice was extremely cold, and the cold murderous intent was emitted without any concealment.

In the box, Xiao Chen's mouth curled slightly, and he waved his hand to signal Hu San that he would not need to continue to increase the price.

Hu San's body became weak and almost collapsed on the ground. Thinking that he had just heard thousands of low-grade spirit stones, his mind was still dizzy.

After delivering the spirit stones, Mo San Shao looked gloomy and put the pangolin inner alchemy into the storage bag. He threw dozens of low-grade spirit stones and sent the woman away. He looked at Xiao Chen's private room. His face was as gloomy as water, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The fourth auction item is ranked at the top grade, known as Pure Yang Flame Sword. It uses Tianyang Crystal Stone as the sword embryo and adds the Golden Crow Fire Array to automatically condense the true sun fire. The fire cultivator uses it and is powerful!" The price of 10,000 spirit stones sold by the pangolin inner alchemy made the old Sun smile, and he took out the next item while the iron was hot.

"The best spiritual weapon Pure Yang Fire Sword starts at a price of 8,000 low-grade spirit stones. Friends, please bid!"

The auction was in an orderly manner, and auction items were taken to the stage one by one. After many monks snatched them, most of them were sold at a higher price. However, Xiao Chen frowned slightly. Although there were many rare things at the auction, there were not the things he needed.

"Friends of Taoism, the one that is about to start auctioning is a broken ancient picture scroll." As Mr. Sun spoke, he took out a broken ancient picture from the tray, and the spiritual light flashed in his hand and tore it hard. As a result, the picture scroll was intact. "I think my knowledge is far beyond ordinary people, but I can't see this ancient picture thoroughly. Moreover, the magic power of this object cannot be damaged at all. Generally, spiritual weapons cannot leave any traces on it. It can be seen that the cultivator who tore this ancient picture to pieces must have a deep cultivation level!"

"Although this ancient picture has unknown origin and unknown effect, it may be a useless thing, or it may hide a shocking secret. So the owner who commissioned the auction of this picture to set a low-grade spirit stone of 10,000 yuan. If any fellow Taoist is interested, he can start bidding."

Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are also a considerable asset to most people in today's auction hall. Although this ancient picture fragment is extremely extraordinary, it may really hide a shocking secret, it is a broken picture after all, and it is useless in your hands. And if you think about it at the disadvantage, this picture is simply useless, so the consequences are even worse!

So after Mr. Sun's voice fell, there was a strange silence in the auction hall.

After a while, until Old Sun's face showed a little helpless look and was about to announce the photo to be unsuccessful, in the eastmost box on the third floor, the old man who had spoken before said hoarsely: "Hehe, this thing is a bit strange. Since no one has made a offer, then I will give it to me 10,000 low-grade spirit stones."

“Let’s wait.”

In the box in the middle of the third floor, another hoarse voice came from it, "This old man in the old man is also interested in this picture. What if the fellow Taoist Jin Peng gave it to me?"

"Hmph!" After pausing for a while, Jin Peng snorted coldly and said in a cold voice: "Since the ghost woman and Taoist are also interested in this thing, then you and I have to rely on their own abilities."

"Twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

"Thirty thousand!"

The two parties suddenly took a strong move on the VIP room on the third floor. The many cultivators naturally realized that the residual image was probably very difficult, otherwise it would not have attracted two old Jindan monsters to compete for it. But at this moment, although they secretly regretted it, no one dared to make a move. After all, no matter where Jin Peng or Ghost Woman is, they are extremely ruthless characters!

In the box, Xiao Chen suddenly stood up, his eyes fell on the broken drawings. After a while, his breathing calmed down. He turned around and sat down, Yanzhou showed a contemplative look.

"The two of them are both Jindan monks. If I intervene at the right time, it is very likely that they will be dissatisfied. If the auction is released, there will be a lot of trouble. But this picture is right in front of me. If I don't put it in my arms this time, I have a strong premonition, and I'm afraid I will never be able to get the secret hidden behind this picture in the future!"

"If I don't take action today, I will definitely leave a shadow in my heart. If it becomes a pair of hearts, it will be extremely unfavorable to practice in the future! Well, it's just two golden elixir cultivators. Is it possible that I will be scared away by these two people today!"

When Xiao Chen thought of this, his thoughts suddenly came to light. His dark eyes flashed coldly and he said in a deep voice: "Hu San, help me bid."

It is well known that Jindan monks are rich, but at this moment, the competition between Jinpeng and Guipo still made the monks who were refining Qi and building the foundation realm pale and breathing hard.

"Sixty-three thousand low-grade spirit stones! Ghost Daoist, I am determined to finish this ancient picture. Please ask the Daoist to leave. Is it good if I owe you a favor?" The golden Peng's voice was low and slowly echoed in the auction hall.

"Fellow Daoist Jin Peng, this thing is very interested in old man. Why would it be better for fellow Daoist to give it to me?" The ghost woman snorted coldly, without any intention of stopping. Although the distance was far away and could not sense it, the aura on the ancient map shocked her heart, and she was even more sure that this thing was definitely not ordinary!

The two of them faced each other and refused to retreat. The price of this ancient picture became higher and higher, and their tone became colder when they quoted.

"One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!"
Chapter completed!