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290 Original Gold 2

Qin Shuo finally understood the reason why Mo Xiu released the new raw gold, and considering the fact that Mo Xiu's destiny was approaching, he felt that this was only reasonable and reasonable.

Right, Mo Xiu has plenty of money, why would he sell the original gold?

What he wants is not money, he wants to pass on people.

And the old man selling gold was just a subordinate sent by Mo Xiu. Mo Xiu asked someone to release the original gold on his behalf because he didn't want others to easily track him.

"Only a blacksmith who has been promoted to the top level within fifty years and a destined person who has access to new raw gold can find Mo Xiu through the raw gold."

Qin Shuo was not interested in Mo Xiu's idea of ​​only accepting predestined people. Mo Xiu had to accept disciples only from predestined people. Wouldn't this be incompatible with his own training method?

"You deserve to be lost!"

Qin Shuo immediately thought of his second brother.

"Okay...it can be passed down without losing it, but it's better not to lose it."

Qin Shuo narrowed his eyes and stared at the yellow-faced cultivator,

He heard from the gossip girl that because the new raw gold sold by the old man was not large in size, the yellow-faced practitioner only spent one thousand taels in purchasing the raw gold.

The cost was one thousand taels, but the starting price he offered was ten thousand taels. Ten times the starting price, this product was quite ruthless.

Qin Shuo also made a judgment on the three cultivators participating in the auction.

Fifty years of top quality, Mo Xiu's requirements are actually very demanding. There should be less than ten people in the world who can meet the requirements.

The reason why the cultivators of the three sects want to compete for the original gold is that they are preparing in advance for their relatives and friends, and then go to become disciples when they meet Mo Xiu's requirements.

Either they want to occupy or destroy the original gold, so that those who really meet the conditions cannot become a disciple.

The former is a reasonable demand, there is nothing to say about it.

The latter is a benefit that you cannot get, and others cannot get it. Although this approach is a bit cheap, it is understandable.

Qin Shuoba smacked his lips: "It seems that Taoist practitioners are not fuel-efficient lamps either."

The yellow-faced cultivator looked at the two great sects bidding in front of him with a proud look on his face.

His qualifications may not be enough for him to join the three major sects of Taoism.

But so what?

Now the disciples of the two major sects have to please him, and even if he is not happy, he can still hold the original gold and not sell it. The feeling of being above the head of the strong makes him feel that his life is not in vain.

The yellow-faced cultivator didn't even look at the Sword Controlling Sect, but the disciples of the Sword Controlling Sect really couldn't offer a price higher than fifteen thousand taels.

Qin Shuo pondered for a moment, then squeezed his way to the front of the crowd,

A strong man was pushed away by Qin Shuo, and he was very dissatisfied. However, he tried to push Qin Shuo away, but he felt that Qin Shuo was like two stone pillars, and he didn't even move his clothes.

The strong man is also a cultivator. He knows that his cultivation is not as good as Qin Shuo. If it were normal, he would give up and walk away.

But now standing in front of him were the two major sects of Taoism. The strong man felt that he and Qin Shuo were on the same level.

He curled his lips and said: "Aren't they all qualified to join the Dao Sect? Why are you dragging them?"

Qin Shuo ignored the strong man and raised his chin to the yellow-faced practitioner: "Hey, buddy, can you participate in the bidding if you have money?"

The yellow-faced cultivator glanced at Qin Shuo, and then he ignored Qin Shuo.

His method of judging whether others are rich is very direct. Anyone who wears uniform clothes belongs to a sect. If you have a sect, you are rich.

Qin Shuo, on the other hand, was dressed in ordinary clothes, and he was obviously a casual cultivator. Casual cultivators were all hard-working people. It was already hard enough to collect cultivation resources on his own, so where could he find the spare money to buy raw gold?

He ignored Qin Shuo and said to the white-robed man from Tianyan Sect: "How about it? I've been offered fifteen thousand taels, do you want it or not?"

The white-robed cultivator Gui Yi glared at Huang Lian fiercely. He had already sentenced Huang Lian to death.

But Tianyan Sect still wanted to be shameless after all, so Guiyi still didn't speak out the threats. He was preparing to settle the score in the future.

Gui Yi was rich, he just didn't want to be cheated openly, but now he was so angry that he slapped a large stack of banknotes on the counter of the blacksmith shop with one hand: "Twenty thousand taels!"

Huang Lian's face twitched, twenty thousand taels! Twenty times the price! He made crazy money!

He knew that Bai Pao had already planned to kill him, but since he dared to open its mouth under the Xuanjian Peak, he naturally had a way to escape from capture.

He picked up the 20,000 taels of silver notes, dipped his fingers in some saliva, and while counting the money, he absentmindedly said to the black-robed practitioner Yuan Hao: "Hey, from the Earth Tribulation Sect, I've offered you 20,000 taels.

Do you want to increase the price?"

Yuan Hao licked his lips and snorted: "Twenty-five thousand!"

When the other party raised the price to five thousand taels, Gui Yi was also stunned.

But the atmosphere had reached such a high level that he really didn't want to shrink his eggs, so he turned around and nodded to his fellow disciple, who then took out a few more stacks of banknotes from the space ring like he was cutting flesh.

These banknotes were worth hundreds or hundreds of dollars, with ten taels or even several taels of banknotes sandwiched in between. This really drained the family's wealth.

After counting them together, I patted all the banknotes on the table.

"Twenty-seven thousand three hundred and twenty-six taels!"

Ordinary auctions have a limit on one price increase, such as one thousand, one thousand, but here at Huang Lian there are not so many rules.

In fact, the bidding reached 20,000 taels, which was already beyond Huang Lian's estimated limit. He was not a blacksmith himself and did not know the true value of this new piece of raw gold.

He was so excited that his palms became sweaty: "More than twenty-seven thousand taels? The original gold value of new products is so much higher than that of second-hand products? Is my starting price too low?"

He looked at Yuan Hao and his party expectantly, hoping that Yuan Hao, like Tianyan Sect, could launch a crowdfunding campaign.

Yuan Hao first put on an angry expression, and then, laughing loudly, he turned over his space ring and took out a stack of banknotes.

"Hahahahaha, it turns out that I only have eight thousand taels of silver. What a pity, what a pity!"

Behind Yuan Hao, the fellow disciples of the Earth Tribulation Sect were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed.

It turned out that Yuan Hao had no intention of purchasing the original gold from the beginning. He had been shooting blanks, but he had defrauded the Tianyan Sect of more than 27,000 taels.

Yes, not every sect is founded on blacksmithing, and not every sect needs to become a disciple of Mo Xiu. The Earth Tribulation Sect is not good at blacksmithing at all.

Gui Yi's head was hit so hard by the wooden pillar that he almost fainted. When he came to his senses, he was already filled with smoke and he really wanted to pounce on him and fight with the black robe for his life.

Qin Shuo looked on, he was also the one who wanted to buy the raw gold, so Gui Yi was not the only one who was tricked by the black robe.

"You, who kills a thousand swords, don't buy it yourself, but you raise the price so high. Doesn't this force me to eat Jiuqu's soft rice again?"

He shouted at Huang Lian again: "Hey! I want to ask you what to say! Can you participate in the bidding if you have money?"


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