Although what he said was wrong, he had good intentions and was afraid that you would waste your money."
"Wrong money?"
The monk smiled disdainfully: "Seven hundred thousand spiritual stones will extend your life for fifty years, it's worth it."
Nanyun Yuanqing said: "It's not fifty years, it's twenty years."
The monk sarcastically said: "Are you Nanyun family stupid, or do you think we are stupid?
Is it fifty years or twenty years, when we can’t tell?
Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid.
Does anyone else bid?
If no one bids, this elixir will be mine."
Nanyun Yuanqing immediately darkened his face: "Who is your Excellency?"
The monk chuckled and said, "Why, you still want to take revenge on me?
I won’t tell you.”
Nanyun Yuanqing's face turned ugly for a while, and he winked to the side.
"Seventy-one thousand spirit stones."
A monk flicked his finger, and the amount of 600,000 above Mei Chuhua's pill instantly turned into 710,000.
The monk sighed and made no more bids.
No matter what, as long as no one bids again, the longevity pill refined by Yang Yifei will be his.
"Hey, I won't bid anymore. Isn't it your arrangement?"
Meng Xiaoxiao asked in surprise.
"no."
Yang Yifei said lightly.
"You are very calm, are you not afraid of losing?"
Meng Xiaoxiao looked Yang Yifei up and down. The man in front of her had a calm and indifferent expression from beginning to end, as if everything that happened in front of her had nothing to do with him, which made her wonder.
"lose?"
Yang Yifei smiled disdainfully: "No one can beat me, not to mention the Nanyun family, not even the Huangji Sect and your Xingluo Demon Sect."
"boast."
Meng Xiaoxiao didn’t believe it.
"Compared to Lingshi, I don't believe anyone can compare to our Nanyun family."
Nanyun Ziqiao breathed a sigh of relief and sneered proudly at Yang Yifei.
The whole place was quiet.
The auctioneer also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said: "Is there anyone else bidding?
If no one bids, the auction will end here, and the final winner will be Master Mei Dan..." "Who said no one bid?"
Meng Xiaoxiao smiled and said: "I will give you one million spiritual stones."
She casually turned the seven hundred thousand pills above the blue-purple pill into one million.
Meng Xiaoxiao whispered to Yang Yifei: "I will risk my life for you. Come to our Xingluo Palace?"
Yang Yifei said lightly: "Not enough."
You want to recruit him for just one million, are you kidding me?
The auctioneer closed his mouth tightly and did not dare to say a word.
Nanyun Ziqiao's heart tightened and she shouted in a low voice: "Witch, do you, the Xingluo Demon Sect, really want to go against us?"
Meng Xiaoxiao said calmly: "This is my personal behavior and has nothing to do with the sect.
And..." She sneered, "Who do you think the Nanyun family is, worthy of us, the Xingluo Demon Sect, to fight against you?"
Nanyun Ziqiao's face suddenly turned red with anger and she clenched her fists.
When Nanyun Yuanren saw this, there was nothing strange.
Soon, someone shouted: "One million and one million."
In the sky above Mei Chuhua's elixir, the words "710,000" turned into "1.01 million".
Meng Xiaoxiao's expression remained unchanged and she said: "Two million."
"Two million and one million."
Someone else spoke, and there were always ten thousand more.
Meng Xiaoxiao didn't care: "Three million."
"Three million and one million."
"Ten million!"
"One thousand..." The person who spoke was about to add another ten thousand when he suddenly stopped and looked at Meng Xiaoxiao dumbfounded.
Nanyun Ziqiao also widened her eyes and looked at Meng Xiaoxiao in disbelief: "One pill and ten million spiritual stones, are you crazy?"
Meng Xiaoxiao said indifferently: "I'm happy.
Isn't it just ten million? Our Xingluo Palace lacks everything except spiritual stones.
Follow or not, if you don’t follow, the auction will be over.”
"Oh, there is no shortage of spiritual stones in Xingluo Palace, so are we?"
A monk received the signal from Nanyun Yuanren. With a wave of his hand, a few large characters came to the top of Mei Chuhua's elixir and erased the words 3.01 million.
Hiss... Seeing these words, everyone present suddenly took a breath.
"Crazy, all crazy!"
"Twenty million, if you give it to me, it will be enough for me to become a true king."
"This is not an auction, this is a spiritual stone fight."
Everyone exclaimed.
In the past, it was difficult to earn even one spiritual stone, but in the hands of these people, tens of millions of spiritual stones are just a number.
The gap between people is really too big.
At this point, it is no longer a matter of bidding.
It depends on who can take out the most spiritual stones.
The Nanyun family is naturally not afraid. No matter how much they take out, they can take it back from Mei Chuhua later.
A trade without capital and profit.
Meng Xiaoxiao sneered and waved her hand lightly: "Fifty million!"
She knows better than anyone else that Yang Yifei's value cannot be compared to ten or fifty million.
She is willing to give more if needed.
Everyone was shocked.
"Witch, what does this kid have to do with you to ask you to stand up for him like this?"
Nanyun Ziqiao couldn't help but said.
Meng Xiaoxiao said disdainfully: "You don't deserve to know.
If you don’t bid, you lose.”
"Go out, of course you have to go out."
At this time, Nanyun Yuanqing was too lazy to instruct others and said gloomily: "One hundred million spiritual stones.
Witch, don't speak in a hurry, I want to remind you that this is an auction, no matter how much you bid, you have to take it out on the spot.