While Zong Shou was pondering, there were already bids below. He opened the bid directly to the 230th level beast crystal, and then kept climbing up until the number of 400, and then it slowed down.
This is close to the normal price of this Black Wave Sword, and there are only a few people who continue to follow the price, and they are all within a few boxes.
Zong Shou glanced at the sword again, and when no one bid again, he made a 'nine' gesture towards Yin Yang.
When Yin Yang saw this, although he was a little surprised, he did not intend to go against Zong Shou's wishes. However, before he could speak, Chu Xue excitedly ran to the window and said: "My young master said, the nine hundred and third-level beast
crystal!"
In an instant, countless inquiring eyes looked around from inside the teahouse. There was not much surprise, but there was something strange in their eyes.
There are many third-level beasts in the world. However, it takes decades of accumulation to condense qualified third-level beast crystals. Often when they are condensed, these beasts have already reached the peak of the third level.
Therefore, although there are many secret martial arts masters who specialize in hunting and killing spirit beasts for a living, even if they spend their whole lives, the number will only be five or six hundred at most.
Nine hundred third-level beast crystals are already far more than the Black Wave Sword. It is enough to buy a well-refined first-level spiritual sword.
Most of the people who looked at him had contempt in their eyes. The same was true for Zong Ling not far away. His eyes stared over with an expression like 'You are really stupid'.
Zong Shou ignored it and waited quietly for the result. After a few breaths, no one quoted him. The old man was ready to give up and wait any longer.
Another deep voice sounded from downstairs: "One thousand and three levels of beast crystal!"
Zong Shou looked around and saw that the person who spoke was the middle-aged man in black who was sitting alone in the corner.
At this moment, everyone in the teahouse had expressions of surprise on their faces. Strangely enough, when Zong Shou quoted a price of nine hundred, everyone regarded him as an idiot. But when this middle-aged man in black raised the price to one hundred
Thousands, but no one dared to look down upon it. Instead, they looked at the sword carefully again, trying to find what was special about it.
Shaking his head secretly, Zong Shou didn't hesitate much and stretched out five fingers towards Chu Xue again.
Chuxue immediately understood and shouted out the window again: "Five thousand third-level beast crystals!"
This time, most of the rich gentry here have been breathless. Many people here have only one-tenth of the price in their lifetime savings.
Five thousand beast crystals are more than enough to buy the lives of three or five innate martial arts masters.
There was no one in the box who reported this frightening number just for this mediocre sword.
The middle-aged man in black remained unmoved. He pondered for a few breaths before speaking again: "Five thousand one!"
Zong Shou grinned and extended an index finger towards Chu Xue to shake.
But this time, it wasn't just Yin Yang who frowned. Even Chu Xue was a little hesitant. After being stared at by Zong Shou, he reluctantly spoke out of breath: "Ten thousand third-order beast crystals!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Ling in the box over there couldn't help but yelled: "Zong Shou, I think you are crazy! We have seven million tribesmen and three thousand secret martial artists in the Tianshan Mountains, and we only hunt two or three people a year.
There are only one hundred thousand third-level beasts. Together with the tributes from the cities, the total is only the annual income of one hundred thousand third-level beast crystals. You spent ten thousand third-level beast crystals today just for a broken sword? Even if you want to lose your family, there is no such defeat.
Fa? What's so mysterious about that sword? I don't believe that you, a person who hasn't even opened his chakras, can see it!"
Old God Zong Shou was here and didn't care. In his previous life, he was used to being poor, so he spent every day planning carefully. In this life, he was lucky enough to become the prince of the Demon King, a son of a rich family, with a family fortune of hundreds of millions, so naturally he couldn't be petty.
This feeling of using money to pressure people and not taking the beast crystal seriously is extremely satisfying.
As for that sect spirit, I don't bother to bother with it at all. What does it have to do with you if I use mine? If these beast crystals are not used up, will they still wait for the spirit tide to depreciate?
Nowadays, a third-level beast crystal can be worth a thousand taels of gold. But if it were placed two years later, a hundred taels of gold would be a little too high.
The middle-aged man in black clothes downstairs also looked over again. There was no anger in his eyes. He smiled with contempt: "You are really stupid!"
Everyone around them was startled, but after a moment, they understood. The person in the corner was probably just bidding to tease the people in the box upstairs, and they immediately smiled.
The old man who was in charge of the auction was also smiling for a while, but also a little worried.
No one would have thought that an ordinary Black Wave Sword would be sold for a sky-high price of tens of thousands of pieces. This sword only had a hundred third-level beast crystals mortgaged, but it made a full ninety-nine times!
But with such a high price, how could the bidder be able to get it? It wasn't until another person who looked like a shopkeeper whispered a few words in his ear that the old man's face was filled with joy. He waved his hand and asked someone to take the price.
The sword was immediately delivered to Zongshou's box. He even got a court official from Sanriku Bank to witness it and wrote down the evidence, as if to fear that Zongshou would regret it.
After these people all left with satisfaction, Zong Shou picked up the Black Wave Sword and put it in his hand to look at it.
What is being auctioned at the moment are the elixirs and talismans of some martial spiritual masters, as well as antiques and some house titles.
Zong Shou was not interested and only concentrated on studying the sword in his hand.
Just listen to Zong Ling, who is still cursing in the box over there. He seems to be a little tired, and his tone has turned to ridicule: "How come you, the hero of the king, gave birth to a stupid son like you? If there is a spirit under the spring, I know that he is today
I have squandered my life savings like this, but I don’t know if I will be angry and vomit blood? It’s just that I can’t practice martial arts with a body with two veins, but my head is so stupid? Which of the characters in Yunxiashan does not commit treachery as a common practice? What if you ask for a price?
If he's too high, just let him go. Who can do anything to get him? You're so stupid - "
Zong Ling was chattering endlessly, and there was a cold gaze on the other side. Looking over, it was none other than Zong Yuan, the Purple Thunder Spear.
Zong Shou pretended that he didn't see or hear anything, and although Chu Xue was angry, she was also feeling weak at the moment and couldn't find anything to say to refute.
Only Yin Yang remained calm and serious, looking at the Black Wave Sword as if he wanted to help Zong Shou find out the value of the sword.
"It's really weird!"
Zong Shou looked at it for a moment, then flicked the sword with his fingers, making a 'ding' sound that lasted for a long time.
After listening for a moment, Zong Shou focused his eyes on the hilt of the sword.
Although the blade of the sword is black, the hilt is inlaid with ten pearls and dozens of strange talismans.
Zong Shou tried it, took off all the pearls, and played with them for a while. Then Yin Yang and Chu Xue heard a soft "click" sound.
In the next moment, countless tightly sealed energy seemed to have found an outlet and attacked in all directions. Countless transparent holes were made through the wooden boards on the four walls.
Then there was another fierce and sharp force that suddenly surged up and forced the entire roof of Zong Shou's box to open.
In Zong Shou's hand, there was also a small sword, about two feet long, with a cold light shining.
At this time, everyone in the entire teahouse was looking at it again. This time, they were more than surprised.