2583. Chapter 2583 Someone has taken a fancy to the cheap dragon again 3
The head of the Fire Tribe had a look of ridicule on his face. Under his long sleeves, a pair of fists were slowly clenched, "Instead of giving the Holy Water of Nirvana to guys like Lu Zhanliang who are trying to find shortcuts, it is better to give it to me, the Holy Son of the Fire Tribe, for healing."
Tian Ling Gai’s injury!”
The bustle in the world is all for the benefit of the future; the hustle and bustle of the world is for the benefit of the future.
Even these giants of the Sixth Heaven are not exempt from vulgarity. They secretly have good plans for themselves.
A quarter of an hour later, the communication and bidding meeting officially began.
The person in charge of the bidding is the owner of Jiuding Pavilion.
"The first item to be auctioned is the Holy Water of Nirvana."
The owner of Jiuding Pavilion was holding a glorious jade plate in his hand. On top of the jade plate was an immortal cup.
Of course, that Immortal Cup is not on the same level as Su Ling's Ancient Immortal Cup, but the function of storing things is the same.
A small fairy cup is roughly equivalent to the storage capacity of a giant three-foot-tall cauldron.
"The holy water of Nirvana, as its name suggests, cleanses the bones and marrow, and rebirths Nirvana from the ashes, glowing with new vitality."
The owner of Jiuding Pavilion had a calm smile on his face, and his voice was full of confusion: "The starting price is one hundred thousand pills."
Ling Luo's heart trembled.
She only carried 90,000 pills with her. This time, she really had to rely on Bai Ziyue.
"Last year, the transaction price of Nirvana Holy Water was 10 million pills. I didn't expect that the owner of Jiuding Pavilion would lower the starting price so low."
A slight smile flashed across Bai Ziyue's face, and he said: "The starting price is low enough to attract more people to bid wildly. This is Jiuding Pavilion's consistent style. They like to build momentum."
Ling Luo couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that there is no evil and no business."
Immediately afterwards, crazy bidding and price increases began in Jiuding Pavilion. In a few breaths, the base price of 100,000 pills had risen to 5 million pills.
When the price reached seven million pills, the bustling scene subsided.
Next, it is the battlefield of the giants.
Bai Ziyue raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "Eight million pills."
The leader of the Fire Tribe turned his head, glared at Bai Ziyue fiercely, and quickly followed up: "Eight and a half million pills!"
Bai Ziyue glanced at the leader of the Fire Tribe indifferently, without even blinking an eyelid, and said: "Eight.7 million pills."
"You—" the leader of the Fire Tribe was furious, his chest heaving violently with anger, "Bai Ziyue, are you deliberately going against me?"
Bai Ziyue's lips curved in a meaningful arc, and he said: "Master Yan, if you don't have enough financial resources, don't force yourself."
A look of embarrassment flashed across the face of the leader of the Fire Tribe. His family was indeed not rich enough. Nine million pills was already the limit of what he could produce.
For the sake of the Holy Son of the Fire Tribe, the leader of the Fire Tribe gritted his teeth, endured the physical pain, and shouted: "I will give you nine million pills!"
Bai Ziyue frowned slightly.
But when I thought that the priceless Tianyi True Water could be freely used by the disciples of the Ice Clan, and its value was far higher than that of the Holy Water of Nirvana, I worked hard to please Lingluo's family!
"Nine and a half million pills!"
The Fire Tribe leader's face suddenly turned pale, and he stared at Bai Ziyue, unable to breathe, and almost passed away.
The leader of the Fire Tribe stretched out a hand, tightly clasped the arm of the leader of the Rain Tribe, Shui Molan, lowered his voice and begged: "Brother Shui Xian, please lend me one million pills for now.