Countless eyes gathered on the high platform, and they saw a fiery red feather lying quietly in the glass box next to the old man. It was like a flame and was extremely dazzling.
What's even more terrifying is that the terrifying temperature just now was emanating from these feathers. Although that temperature is far inferior to the ground fire, it should not be underestimated.
"This is a feather from the ancient beast Firebird. This Firebird feather was accidentally obtained by an expert from this pavilion from a ruins. Although the Firebird is not as good as the ancient beast Phoenix, its body is
It contains a trace of Phoenix blood, and the feathers on its body should not be underestimated."
"Firebird Feathers, the base price is fifty yuan for mid-grade spiritual stones!"
With a flick of his sleeves and robe, the old man patted the glass box beside him, and his clear voice echoed around the entire seating area.
"It turns out to be firebird feathers! I thought it was phoenix feathers!"
"Although the Firebird has Phoenix bloodline in its body, it's a pity that the bloodline is too rare. It itself was not a powerful monster in ancient times, and the feathers on its body are of little use."
"If it's a phoenix feather, there will be a demand for bidding, but for this firebird feather, forget it. And the base price is too high. A firebird feather is simply not worth the price."
The people sitting on the stage who were originally full of expectations shook their heads in disappointment after listening to the old man's introduction. Obviously, the firebird feathers were of little use to them.
The old man also noticed the deep affection of the warriors around the table, and his face was a little embarrassed. The firebird feathers were indeed of no use to the warriors, and only those arcanists could use the firebird feathers as materials to refine Yuan Jing.
There is a failure rate when arcanists refine crystals. There is only one Firebird Feather, and the reserve price is so high that some arcanists who wanted to auction it instantly stopped.
In the box, Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed with brilliance as he stared straight at the Firebird Feather on the high platform. When the Firebird Feather appeared just now, the acupuncture points in his body developed by "Great Sun Nirvana" unexpectedly
It was a faint shiver, a tremor of excitement.
"Could it be that these firebird feathers are beneficial to the practice of "Great Sun Nirvana"?"
Feeling the trembling in the acupuncture points in his body, Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes. He knew that the firebird feathers must be inseparable from "Nirvana of the Great Sun".
"I must get this firebird feather." Zhuo Wen raised his fists and whispered secretly in his heart.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, no one in the entire table opened his mouth to bid. The surrounding area seemed extremely quiet, and you could hear a needle drop. This made the old man quite embarrassed, and there was a look of helplessness on his face.
The Firebird Feathers were indeed obtained by a master in their pavilion, but they were entrusted to them by that master for auction. A portion of the spiritual stones auctioned at the end will be given to that master.
Of course, if the price of the Firebird Feathers was lower, many arcanists might be interested in buying it, but that master was very stubborn and insisted on setting the auction's base price at fifty yuan for mid-grade spiritual stones. The base price alone
With such a high price, naturally fewer people will buy it.
After waiting for a moment, the old man saw that no one had spoken yet and sighed softly. Just as he was about to remove the firebird feathers, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Fifty pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones. I want this Firebird Feather."
As soon as these words were spoken, a group of people on the stage followed the sound and left. Soon they discovered that the owner of the sound came from the top box. At the window of that box, a handsome and graceful man
The young man, with raised corners of his mouth and soft eyes, was none other than Feng Xiang.
"Who is this person? These firebird feathers are of no use at all. Are you buying them as decorations?"
"That person is Feng Xiang. He is a direct descendant of the Feng family. He is also considered an outstanding genius in the Feng family. You'd better speak in a lower voice. The Feng family is not someone to be trifled with."
"It turns out he is a member of the Feng family. With the Feng family's background, only fifty middle-grade spiritual stones are really a small amount."
Sitting on the stage, someone immediately recognized Feng Xiang, and others also showed relief. With the Feng family's background, even if they spend fifty middle-grade spiritual stones to buy a useless thing, I'm afraid they won't even frown.
, this is the benefit of a big family, it has a deep foundation.
At this moment, in the box, Feng Xiang was elegant and heroic. He stared at Huangfu Zixia with soft eyes and said softly: "Zixia! I will take a photo of this firebird feather for you. When I get back, I will make it into a hairpin and give it to you personally.
how do you feel?"
As soon as Feng Xiang said this, Zhuo Wen next to him shook his head. He was really a prodigal. He spent fifty yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones to buy Firebird Feathers just to make hairpins and give them away. Zhuo Wen didn't know what to say.
What's better.
Jingyun, who was next to Huangfu Zixia, had a look of envy on her face at the moment. In fact, she had always liked Feng Xiang in her heart, especially Feng Xiang's unique temperament and handsome appearance, which deeply attracted Jingyun.
Yun.
It's a pity that Feng Xiang doesn't like Jingyun at all. He has his eyes on Huangfu Zixia from beginning to end. He even bought Firebird Feathers for Huangfu Zixia for fifty yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones, just for the sake of it.
Make a hairpin and give it to Huangfu Zixia.
However, Huangfu Zixia just glanced at Feng Xiang indifferently and said indifferently: "Master Feng, Zixia appreciates your kindness. I don't need these firebird feathers. If Master Feng wants to give them to others, I will give them to you."
Jingyun will be fine."
Hearing this, Feng Xiang's face froze slightly, he touched his head, and had to force a smile and said: "Since you don't like Zixia, I won't give it away!"
As he said that, Feng Xiang's eyes suddenly turned to Jingyun who was next to Huangfu Zixia. His eyes were still soft and he said: "Jingyun, do you want these firebird feathers? If you want them, I can also make them into hairpins for you."
for you."
In the Arcane Guild, Huangfu Zixia and Jingyun have the best relationship. Feng Xiang obviously intends to pursue Huangfu Zixia, so he naturally wants to have a good relationship with Jingyun.
Jingyun was stunned for a moment, then a hint of shyness appeared on her face, she lowered her head and whispered: "Since Mr. Feng is so polite, Jingyun will naturally not refuse."
"Don't worry, these firebird feathers will definitely match yours, Jingyun, and they will look good when worn." Feng Xiang said with a faint smile.
"Master Feng said it's good-looking, so it must be good-looking." Jingyun said shyly, like a little girl.
Looking at Jingyun's shy posture, Zhuo Wen's face twitched. She is really a stupid woman. She couldn't see Feng Xiang's perfunctory attitude. She thought Feng Xiang was treating her well.
Shaking his head, Zhuo Wen ignored Jingyun and Feng Xiang and said loudly: "Fifty-five middle-grade spiritual stones!"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the box suddenly became silent. The smile on Feng Xiang's face stiffened, and he turned his eyes slightly, staring coldly at the young man carrying the green coffin on his side.
Everyone else in the box also focused on Zhuo Wen. They didn't expect that Zhuo Wen actually bid with Feng Xiang. Could it be that he was planning to confront Feng Xiang?
"Huh? Someone is actually bidding again. I really don't know what they are thinking. This firebird feather is not worth the price at all."
"The bidder seems to be in the same box as Feng Xiang. Do they know each other?"
Sitting on the stage, many people looked at the box above in surprise, because they discovered that the two bidding voices came from the same box.
"How dare you argue with me?" Feng Xiang's eyes were extremely cold at this time, staring straight at Zhuo Wendao.
"Why don't you dare? After you bid, others can't bid? Or is this Treasure Appraisal Pavilion opened by your Feng family?" Zhuo Wen slowly turned his head, glanced at Feng Xiang indifferently, and spoke rudely.
"Zhuowen! You little bastard, what qualifications do you have to compete with Brother Feng?"
Jingyun stared at Zhuo Wen coldly, Feng Xiang wanted to give the firebird feathers to her, but Zhuo Wen dared to bid, otherwise she would be furious.
"The qualifications are not given by you. This bidding is fair competition. If Feng Xiang wants this Firebird Feather, just bid with me. You don't have to bark like a dog." Zhuo Wen.
He replied coldly.
"You..." Jingyun was furious. She originally wanted to step forward to teach Zhuo Wen a lesson, but remembering the terrifying pressure Zhuo Wen had unleashed at the door of Jianbao Pavilion, she stopped abruptly, her face uncertain.
Feng Xiang frowned slightly. Originally, he wanted to give the Firebird Feathers to Huangfu Zixia, but unfortunately, Huangfu Zixia refused to accept it at all, so his desire to auction the Firebird Feathers was not very high.
However, Zhuo Wen's bidding still made Feng Xiang extremely angry. This despicable guy appeared from nowhere and contradicted him again and again. He didn't want to show weakness because of this.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on the stage was in an uproar. Someone actually offered a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones for the Firebird Feathers that no one cared about. This far exceeded the value of the Firebird Feathers itself.
"One hundred and one yuan!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Feng Xiang's pupils shrank and he shouted coldly again: "Two hundred pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones."
"Two hundred and one!"
"Three hundred pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones!"
"Three hundred and one!"
"..."
Every time Feng Xiang increased the price, Zhuo Wen added one yuan to the original price. In the end, the value of Fire Bird Feathers was raised to nine hundred yuan of mid-grade spiritual stones by the two of them.
"Nine hundred and one middle-grade spiritual stones!" Zhuo Wen continued to speak calmly, his voice calm as ever.
For a moment, everyone else in the box looked at Zhuo Wen in surprise. They did not expect that Zhuo Wen's wealth was so rich. Even the cold-looking Huangfu Zixia couldn't help but look at Zhuo Wen.
Feng Xiang narrowed his eyes and secretly thought that Zhuo Wen was an idiot. This time he increased the price to one thousand spirit stones and planned to give up. After all, the Firebird Feathers were only given to Jingyun, so he was not particularly interested.
This time, the addition of a thousand spirit stones caused the young man in front of him to bleed profusely, and Feng Xiang's goal was achieved.
"One thousand middle-grade spiritual stones."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiang's eyes focused on Zhuo Wen, which was full of teasing and provocative expressions. He knew that Zhuo Wen would definitely follow, and when he got out in time, Zhuo Wen would definitely bleed heavily.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, but his face gradually turned ugly. He was bound to get the Firebird Feathers, but Feng Xiang kept bidding with him at every turn, forcibly raising the low value Firebird Feathers to a thousand.