Just when Lin Yun was hesitating whether to bid or not.
In a private room in the private room on the second floor.
"Young Master, it has been confirmed. The golden horns were sent by a man named Lin Yun, and he is wearing the clothes of the Qingyun Sect."
"Qingyun Sect!"
When the young master of the Yun family heard the word Qingyun Sect, he asked with a gloomy face: "Where is he?"
The guard said respectfully: "In box No. 17 opposite, the first shot of the Blood Transforming Pill was taken by Lin Yun."
It was supposed to be confidential information, but because of the identity of the young master of the Yun family, it couldn't be concealed at all.
The Yun family has a respected position in Baishui City, and together with the other three major families, they are in charge of the entire city.
Even the owner of the auction house does not dare to offend any one of them too much.
"It turned out to be him. No wonder that voice sounded familiar to me."
The young master of the Yun family raised his lips slightly: "I can't do anything to you in the Hengyun Mountains. Come to Baishui City, we can have a good time."
now.
On the auction stage, a trace of anxiety flashed in Qiu Shui's eyes, and he said again: "Is it true that no one bids for eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones?"
"Eight hundred and ten!"
At this moment, the sound of bidding sounded, and Qiu Shui looked over like lightning.
"Hehe, this is the distinguished guest from Box 17 again. He has great discernment. This ancient sword box is definitely worth the money!"
Finally, the photo was no longer missed, and Qiu Shui's delicate face regained its smile.
The pair of eyes that looked over seemed to be about to burst into water, and the mind of those who looked at it was swaying.
In the private room, Lin Yun touched his nose: "Are you a bit taken advantage of?"
The look on the auctioneer's face gave him a bad feeling.
The warriors in the hall were in an uproar, with mocking looks on their faces, obviously thinking that someone would actually buy this crap.
"Once, twice...well, congratulations to this distinguished guest..."
"Hold on! The young master wants this sword box, one thousand six hundred low-grade spiritual stones!"
Just when the auctioneer was about to say the word "deal", someone suddenly quoted a price that was twice as high.
A surprised look appeared on Qiu Shui's face, and she was ecstatic in her heart. She quickly looked over and said with a smile: "It turns out to be the young master of the Yun family. I wonder who is so generous!"
The young master of the Yun family?
Lin Yun was slightly stunned. This guy was chased by a group of wild bulls, but he didn't die.
"Young man surnamed Lin, as long as I'm here today, you won't even be able to take a picture of me!"
In the private room, the young master of the Yun family said something coldly, and the edge of his words was directed at Lin Yun.
Everyone in the hall was wondering why the price was so high just now, but now they all looked astonished.
It turns out that there is a festival, and the young master of the Yun family is going to hit someone in the face with a spiritual stone.
"Three thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"
But who would have known that just after the young master of the Yun family fell, Lin Yun's offer came out.
Qiu Shui thought he heard it wrong. After confirming it, he smiled from ear to ear: "The VIP on the 17th offered a price of three thousand, is there anything higher than this?"
"Damn it!"
Inside the elegant room
The young master of the family felt some burning pain on his face. He just said that Lin Yun would not be able to buy even a single hair.
As a result, the other party immediately quoted nearly twice the price and slapped me hard in the face.
The young master of the Yun family gritted his teeth and prepared to quote another price.
"Young Master, please don't! We have been entrusted by the Purple Flame Sect to bid for the Blood Flame Bones. If we don't have enough spirit stones, we will be in trouble if we fail to complete the task."
The calm guard next to him quickly stopped him and tried to persuade him.
The young master of the Yun family was unwilling to give up, but considering how terrifying the Ziyan Sect was, he still resisted the urge to make an offer.
"It seems that no one can surpass three thousand low-grade spiritual stones. Does Young Master Yun really not consider it?"
Qiulan blinked and looked over, as if to say, you just said you were arrogant.
In the private room, the young master of the Yun family turned red with anger and clenched his fists, pretending not to hear the auctioneer's words.
"Congratulations to this distinguished guest for successfully bidding on the ancient sword box for the price of three thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
I thought to myself that it was a pity that the idiot young master of the Yun family still had some sense, otherwise this order would have been really profitable.
But now that he has made a lot of money, Qiu Shui is still very excited.
After about a cup of tea, two strong men carried the sword box and sent it to Lin Yun's private room.
The steward in black who accompanied him smiled and said, "Mr. Lin, your sword box has been delivered."
Lin Yun nodded slightly: "Can the spirit stone be deducted from my golden horn auction gold?"
"Easy to say."
After the group of people exited, Lin Yun carefully observed the sword box.
The ancient sword box is rusty and does look a bit worn out. But the ancient charm it exudes is not fake.
The appearance is much more attractive than expected. The patterns on the surface of the sword box give it a simple and deep texture.
The moment he opened the sword box, as Qiulan said, the cold air hit him, and it was ice-cold to the bones.
"good."
Lin Yun showed a satisfied look. This was what he valued most about the sword box. He could decorate it with flower petals in the future. The cool and cold air would ensure that the fragrance of the flowers would last forever and prevent them from withering prematurely.
Currently, there is still a gap between the Burial Flower Sword and Xuan Bing, and it needs to be nourished by the fragrance of flowers.
Although there is no rush now, you still need to prepare in advance.
It only surprised him that the sword box, which was half the thickness of a little finger, was so heavy.
I think there is some knowledge about this sword box. Those treasure appraisers did not randomly quote the starting price.
The auction is gradually coming to an end, and the last lot will soon be ushered in.
"Next is the finale of this auction. You must have heard that ten blood flame bones will be auctioned this time. Blood flame bones are the core material for making blood flame armor. With the blood flame armor surface
A blow to the ninth level of martial arts will not be fatal. I won’t introduce the value of this item, but the starting price is 20,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"
Qiulan was quite confident about this last lot and did not introduce it at all.
He was straightforward and quoted a price that made the whole audience suffocate.
A huge number of 20,000 low-grade spiritual stones!
Many warriors in the hall were secretly stunned. Even if they worked hard all their lives, they would not be able to accumulate this number of low-grade spiritual stones.
The young master of the Yun family, who had been holding his breath until now, immediately made an offer, eager to show off his financial resources.
And in one breath, he directly increased the price by 5,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
"Thirty thousand!"
"forty thousand!"
"fifty thousand!"
But soon, his price was quickly overshadowed by other people's quotes, and the five thousand low-grade spiritual stones added were not worth mentioning.
Ten blood flame bones, almost instantly, reached an astonishing number of fifty thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
"It's the four major families that are fighting!"
"Each of the four major families has the support of a sect. I don't know who will be the real winner this time."
"My guess is that the Yun family is still supported by the Ziyan Sect. In recent years, the power of the Ziyan Sect has continued to expand, and there is a faint tendency to overthrow the Qingyun Sect. The ten Blood Flame Bones are definitely bound to be obtained."
"Look, other sects are not vegetarians and will not give up the Bleeding Flame Vine easily."
The warriors present all know that the value of the Blood Flame Bone will definitely fall into the hands of the four major sects, and the families they support will bid for it.
Lin Yun is happy to see the results. The more fierce the competition between the four major sects, the better.
"Fifty-five thousand!"
"Sixty thousand!"
The bidding price kept rising. After the young master of the Yun family quoted a price of 60,000 yuan, no one raised the price.
Sixty thousand low-grade spiritual stones is already a very exaggerated amount, far higher than the market price.
It seems that the Purple Flame Sect is really determined to obtain this Blood Flame Bone.
Lin Yun's heart was pounding and it was hard to calm down, even if he gave up 10% to Tong Hu.
He could also get close to more than 50,000 low-grade spiritual stones, a huge amount of money that was completely unimaginable.
After a while, the steward in black entered the private room.
The look in Lin Yun's eyes changed completely, and he smiled and said: "Master Lin, you are really secretive. Only now did I know that Boss Tong's client turned out to be Your Excellency. I was really blind before."
After saying that, he handed over a storage bag.
Lin Yun took it cautiously and opened it to see that it was packed tightly with low-grade spiritual stones.
After careful counting, it was confirmed that the number was correct, a total of fifty-four thousand coins.
The remaining six thousand low-grade spiritual stones have already reached Tong Hu's hands.
He did almost nothing and got six thousand low-grade spiritual stones for free, which made Tong Hu very satisfied.
"If the young master of the Yun family knew that his 70,000 low-grade spiritual stones were in the hands of Mr. Lin, I don't know how he would feel."
The steward in black teased him, feeling amused in his heart. If the young master of the Yun family knew the truth, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.
But, who cares?
Lin Yun smiled slightly, did not answer, and said, "Farewell."
"Master Lin, walk slowly!"
Looking at Lin Yun's retreating back, the greed in the black-clothed steward's eyes flashed away, and he sighed softly: "It's a pity that he is a disciple of Qingyun Sect. He has such strength at such a young age. I'm afraid that his elders have a lot of influence in the sect.
"
If he didn't think so...it's hard to say whether Lin Yun could walk out.