1623. Chapter one thousand six hundred twenty-three
"One hundred and fifty pounds of Hunyuan refined iron!"
"Two hundred pounds of Hunyuan refined iron!"
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Thousand pounds of Hunyuan refined iron!
The price has been soaring all the way, and in less than a quarter of an hour, it has exceeded a thousand kilograms of Hunyuan fine iron, becoming the most expensive item in this auction, and the price is still soaring.
When the price soared to 1,500 kilograms, it gradually slowed down. After all, even if this price was prepared, it was not something that could be obtained by some force.
Moreover, some people are waiting to see what happens, while others are weighing it.
This includes Qin Yu.
After pondering for a long time, Qin Yu made a decision in his heart and said directly: "One thousand six hundred catties!"
Although this cursed blade has a vicious reputation, one thing that Qin Yu values is that it can kill an ancient saint by drinking a million blood.
This is something Qin Yu urgently needs. He does not have top-notch experts around him now, and he has no way to save his life when he is bombarded by powerful people. Therefore, he needs this cursed blade extremely now.
Not only that, Qin Yu speculated in his mind that there must be something fishy about the cursed blade, and there might even be some kind of powerful existence in it. This powerful existence could very well be the "curse".
Qin Yu wants to think about it!
Hearing Qin Yu's voice, the monks who had given up bidding before were all shocked.
The reason why I gave up continuing the auction was to save the Hunyuan Fine Iron for the next three, and the second reason was that the strangeness of the Cursed Blade made many monks a little afraid, and the price was too high, so I gave up.
But now, this madman actually participated in the bidding, which made all these monks think about it.
Even fanatics with extremely mysterious origins have taken a fancy to this cursed blade. It can be seen that it is indeed extraordinary.
There are also some people who want to raise the price intentionally. They want to see how much Hunyuan Essence Iron this madman can offer.
If there are other items, many monks will not bid for them because of Qin Yu's reputation to avoid offending, then naturally they will no longer be afraid of this Cursed Blade.
To put it bluntly, it all depends on whether something is worth it. Moreover, with the Qiankun Pavilion here, I am afraid that my identity will not be exposed. As for the Fifth Question Sword before, it is looking for death.
In this way, the price skyrocketed, reaching three thousand kilograms of Hunyuan refined iron in less than half a quarter of an hour...
This makes many monks stunned. This is an astronomical figure for any force. After all, this Hunyuan Fine Iron is different from others. All major forces have to use it to forge desert soldiers... No one has much stock.
"The last time the Cursed Blade sold more than three thousand kilograms of mixed essence iron, I don't know how much it is this time."
"More than three thousand kilograms... There are not many in the world who can bring out so much power. After all, it is a must for refining desert soldiers."
"I'm afraid the price will be higher this time. This madman takes action and makes other people pay attention to it."
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Qin Yu only took a shot and stopped bidding. But what he didn't expect was that the price doubled. The reason why he started bidding before was because there were not many people bidding, and he thought that the dust would fall.
Yes, I didn’t expect…
Qin Yu frowned slightly as he listened to the soaring figures one after another. He waited quietly, feeling a little confused. Could it have been spread a long time ago? Are these people here prepared?
If so…
When the price of the Cursed Blade reached four thousand kilograms of Hunyuan Fine Iron, there were very few bidders, and only two or three people were left. Qin Yu spoke, and he said indifferently: "Five thousand kilograms!".
The sudden jump from four thousand catties to five thousand catties completely stunned all the monks at the auction venue.
This is no longer one hundred kilograms of Hunyuan fine iron, but an extra thousand kilograms on the basis of four thousand kilograms. The total is five thousand kilograms. Even those monks who came prepared, few can
There is so much Hunyuan refined iron!
Moreover, this increase increased by one thousand kilograms of Hunyuan Fine Iron, which made all the monks confused and curious, how much Hunyuan Fine Iron did this madman... have?
In addition, countless thoughts passed through the minds of the monks, recalling the rumors about the origins of the fanatics, and each of them was horrified in their hearts.
Could it be that...this madman really comes from...
For a moment, these monks were frightened by their own guesses.
When everyone was shocked, a monk said: "Five thousand one hundred catties."
The sound came from a VIP room not far from Qin Yu, which should be VIP room No. 2.
Qin Yu's eyes flashed slightly and he said indifferently: "Six thousand catties!"
Although he only has more than 3,000 kilograms of Hunyuan Essence Iron in his body, Qin Yu has other natural and earthly treasures that can be exchanged for a large amount of Hunyuan Essence Iron, so Qin Yu feels confident.
At the same time, in the VIP room No. 3.
A high-spirited young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a golden armor, said with a smile on his face: "Six thousand one hundred catties."
"Young Sect Master, there is no need to offend others!" an old man said in a hoarse voice.
"Offended? I didn't threaten him, I just bid normally..." The young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a touch of confidence.
"He can bluff other people, but he can't bluff me, Lu Xiangyang, the gods and demons of heaven and earth... Haha, even if I don't need this cursed blade, I still want him to bleed a lot, but I want to see how many Hunyuan spirits he has
This figure made all the monks at the auction venue dumbfounded. Even Yu Linfeng, who was sitting in a corner of the venue, felt terrified. To be honest, the value of this cursed blade should be three thousand catties, and it would be difficult to exceed five thousand catties at most.
But now, it weighs seven thousand pounds...
Yu Linfeng's scalp was numb, and he looked at the VIP Room No. 2. The origin of the VIP Room No. 2 came to his mind, and the muscles on his face twitched. He remembered that the person in the VIP Room No. 2 took out thirty
The token of Tiandao Sect, the first of the Three Immortal Lands...
At that time, I also asked who was in the VIP room No. 1. At that time, Yu Linfeng did not reveal it. He just said that he was a distinguished person. The people in the VIP room No. 2 did not ask much. Unexpectedly, he was now fighting with a madman.
Already.
Others might still look forward to it, but as the master of the branch of Qiankun Pavilion, Yu Linfeng did not dare to look forward to it. If not, he might just demolish the auction venue.
"Seven thousand one hundred pounds!" Lu Xiangyang said indifferently in the VIP room No. 2.
In the VIP room No. 1, Qin Yu frowned slightly, while the five Hao Jingshen stopped and continued to eat and drink. They also noticed the abnormality and looked at the VIP room No. 2 where the sound came from. Ni Chen stood directly
He stood up and said: "Young Demon Lord, I'm going to meet him and see what dares to make noise with Young Demon Lord."
"Come back." Qin Yu said calmly.
Then, Qin Yu said indifferently: "Ten thousand catties."
"Ten thousand and one hundred pounds." A confident voice came from VIP Room No. 2.
"Young Demon Lord, he intends to compete with the Young Demon Lord, do you want to destroy him?" Tong Kuangwu couldn't sit still anymore!