The owner of Yi Village couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He didn't expect to get a high price for this spiritual grass, but from his perspective, although he couldn't tell what it was, he could conclude that it was a great rarity.
Treasure, actually 25,000 five-color spiritual stones were bought by a prodigal son, which is a bit of a pity for feeding peonies to pigs.
However, it was he who organized the Tianbao Conference and set the rules. Others paid the price, so naturally he could not repent.
"It seems that this rare treasure is going to be mine. Thank you all. Thank you very much." Before Master Yi Zhuang could make the final decision, He Daojia stood up and said with cupped hands. The prodigal's unique bastard spirit was full of passion.
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Of course, Ling Chuxi couldn't let him get what he wanted. Just as he was about to bid, he heard a cold voice: "Fifty thousand spiritual stones!"
Broken! Ling Chuxi heard that it was Zhihan's voice, but she didn't expect that she would bid. This was a bit troublesome, and Ling Chuxi frowned.
In fact, Ling Chuxi was not disgusted with He Daojia's squandering behavior before. If others were allowed to add one thousand spiritual stones to one thousand spiritual stones, once the atmosphere was stirred up, God knows what kind of high price would be fetched in the end?
This is also a common method used in auctions. If the atmosphere is not warm enough, people will often rely on entrustment to raise their bids.
But as soon as He Daojia, the prodigal son, appeared on the scene, things changed. No one could see that he was prodigal, and no one was willing to get involved with him.
Ling Chuxi knows the temperament of this kind of prodigal son best. Regardless of his flamboyant behavior, he is actually strong on the outside but hard on the inside. It's okay to shake his head occasionally to release some bastard energy. If he really meets an opponent with a strong enough background, he will soon become the prototype.
Show off.
She believed that as long as she added 10,000 five-color spiritual stones, it would be enough to make him lose his bastard spirit and return home in vain. But now, Zhihan took action, and things were different.
Although the contact time was not long, after fighting so many times, Ling Chuxi could tell that this person was cold and paranoid, and he had an extraordinary background, so he would never give up easily. If she wanted to get this Molan, I'm afraid
There's a big price to pay.
"Fifty thousand five-color spiritual stones!" Everyone looked at Zhihan in surprise, almost suspecting that there was something wrong with their ears.
It was just an unknown spiritual grass, but she actually doubled the auction price in one go. A total of 50,000 five-color spiritual stones were piled up like a small hill. If I remember correctly, she had previously
I lost 10,000 five-color spiritual stones to Ling Chuxi. Which family is this young girl with such strong financial resources?
He Daojia's smug smile froze on his face, his eyes were as wide as dragon's eyes, and he looked at Zhihan like a monster. He thought he was a prodigal enough, but it turned out there was someone even more prodigal.
"This is the first time for 50,000 five-color spiritual stones. Is there anyone else bidding?" Master Yi's eyes lit up, showing a bit of joy.
It's not that he was happy because the auction price doubled, but he really didn't want to let this rare treasure whose origin he couldn't even tell fell into the hands of a prodigal like He Daojia.
He Daojia opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. Ling Chuxi guessed it right. Although he was the young master of the Jade Pill House, his private money was also limited. Occasionally, he would shake his body and unleash his domineering power.
His energy was okay, but when he met someone who was serious, he was stretched thin.
"I want this spiritual grass!" Zhihan's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes scanned the audience, showing strong confidence that he was determined to get it, and at the same time, he also revealed an aggressive attitude.
Ling Chuxi's eyes darkened. Zhihan wanted to ask her if she would agree to this spiritual grass.