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Chapter five hundred and sixty second joke

Han Yuer's martial spirit is a seed. Although it has not hatched yet, it belongs to the category of plants.

This thing is extremely useful to Han Yu'er.

Chen Feng suddenly thought of something and asked Ziyue: "Ziyue, there is actually soul power in this kind of thing, which can nourish the martial soul and even upgrade the martial soul. So, does it have any effect on a being like you?

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Ziyue pondered for a moment and said: "It does have an effect, but it's not very effective. It's far less effective than nourishing martial spirits. You'd better give it to your senior sister!"

She knew Chen Feng very well and knew why Chen Feng valued this thing so much.

Chen Feng looked at her, with a warm smile in his eyes, and said: "I have decided to buy this thing, you and senior sister will take half of it each."

If Ziyue wanted to say something else, Chen Feng had already interrupted her and said, "Ziyue, don't say any more, I've already made up my mind."

"In these days, I haven't been able to get you any medicine to nourish your soul. I know you are in urgent need of this now."

"I understand your thoughts. You think it would be a waste to use this thing on you, but in my opinion, as long as it is effective in nourishing your soul and good for you, it does not count if it is used on you.

waste."

There was a touch of emotion in Ziyue's eyes, she looked at Chen Feng blankly, and suddenly asked: "Chen Feng, you are so good to me, what will you do if I fall in love with you?"

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel happy, and then he flicked her little head: "You little guy, what are you thinking about? You can't hold back your words!"

Ziyue snorted in dissatisfaction, wrinkled her little nose and said, "What should I do if I hit someone on the head again and knocked them stupid?"

The two were laughing and joking. At this time, in the auction hall outside, the bidding for this bottle of five-thousand-year-old white ghost vine had already begun.

The bidding was very fierce, almost from the beginning, and the price continued to rise.

The starting price of this bottle of juice was 10,000 mid-grade spiritual stones, but now, it has climbed to 24,000 mid-grade spiritual stones.

Many people have shown interest in this. After all, heavenly and earthly treasures that can enhance the level of martial souls cannot be too precious.

But if you are interested, you are interested. If you want to bid, you must have the corresponding strength.

Soon, there were only five people left bidding in the hall.

After a cup of tea, the price had climbed to 51,000 pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones.

Three more people withdrew from the bidding, and now there are only two people left bidding in the auction hall.

One is a fat man wearing brocade clothes, and the other is a man who looks like a housekeeper. Although he is wearing a green robe and a small hat, he has a rather dignified demeanor. He should be the steward of some big family.

The two kept bidding, and the price kept rising.

Finally, the fat man in brocade clothes called out the price again: "Sixty thousand yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones!"

After hearing the price, the butler also had a nervous look on his face and sweat dripped from his forehead. He thought for a while, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally shouted: "I give up the bidding."

When the fat man in golden clothes heard that he gave up, he was extremely proud. He stood up, looked around, and laughed wildly.

He said proudly: "This bottle of White Ghost Vine juice belongs to me!"

With that said, he walked towards the stage.

Suddenly, his steps stopped because a voice came from somewhere in a box: "Seventy thousand pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones!"

The person who raised the price was none other than Chen Feng. He suddenly increased the price by ten thousand pieces of mid-grade spiritual stones just to make the fat man understand the gap between him and himself and stop raising the price indiscriminately.

When the fat man heard this, he immediately flew into a rage and shouted towards the box where Chen Feng was sitting: "Who is not open-minded? How dare you bid with me!"

Chen Feng smiled faintly. He didn't have the same experience as him. He could see that this fat man's cultivation was very average.

The fat man in Jinyi scolded him, but he had to abide by the rules of Xie's auction house.

The female auctioneer on the stage already said with a smile: "Please continue to bid."

The fat man thought about it for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, I give up."

Sixty thousand pieces of mid-grade spiritual stones was already the highest price he could offer.

A smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips. His strategy was successful. If he only added a little, maybe the fat man would continue to add more.

If it turns into a battle of wills, I don’t know how much the price will increase.

He directly added 10,000 middle-grade spiritual stones, which also made the fat man in rich clothes quit.

It seemed like he was sure of victory and had this bottle of juice in his hands.

The female auctioneer was also very satisfied with the price achieved. She could get a considerable commission from it. She asked loudly: "Is there any further increase in the price?"

No one in the audience answered. The female auctioneer had already raised her hammer and was ready to strike.

At this moment, a lazy and joking voice suddenly came out: "My master bids 70,001 medium-grade spiritual stones."

Chen Feng frowned immediately after hearing this. If it was a fair bidding, he would have nothing to fear, but this person only added a medium-grade spiritual stone to the price he offered. This was obviously here to stir up trouble.

When he heard this voice, he felt that it was familiar. As soon as he thought about it, he remembered that this voice seemed to be that of the burly follower next to the alchemist Ge Dan.

Chen Feng frowned and continued to quote: "Eighty thousand yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones!"

Sure enough, the other party made another bid: "Eighty thousand and one medium-grade spiritual stones."

The loud voice was full of joking, as if he was deliberately teasing Chen Feng.


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