The argument between the two became more and more intense, and soon the price reached 400 contribution points.
Mo Tian smiled and looked at the two people who were quarreling with each other. The more they competed, the happier Mo Tian was who benefited.
The disciples who were watching were so surprised that their jaws almost dropped.
Four hundred contribution points! This is not some kind of gold and silver treasure that a *** owner can take out with a wave of his hand.
Mo Tian took advantage of the situation and sat down, watching the two people arguing constantly, and began to calculate how high the price could be raised in the end.
"Four hundred and fifty contribution points!" Chen Run gritted his teeth and said.
Four hundred and fifty contribution points, this is Chen Run's current wealth, and he doesn't know how many dangerous missions he went through to obtain these contribution points.
Now it's not just about establishing a good relationship with Mo Tian, but also about comparing pomp and circumstance.
Li Rang originally lacked contribution points, and since Broken Sword didn't deceive anyone, he only had 430 contribution points on hand.
This is the net worth he has accumulated over many years in the inner sect.
Seeing that Li Rang stopped bidding, Chen Run raised his head and laughed: "You have no contribution, are you? Fight with me! I have already revealed all my wealth, let me see how you can compete with me!"
"You!" Li Rang looked at Chen Run and said angrily, "Don't force me!"
"How about forcing you?" Chen Run smiled disdainfully.
Najie flashed, and a pill emitting spiritual light appeared in Li Rang's hand.
"Four hundred and thirty contribution points, plus the third-grade elixir, the Spirit Gathering Pill!"
"suck!"
When the elixir was released, the onlookers immediately took a breath of cold air.
Looking at Chen Run and Li Rang, it seems that they have really spent a lot of money this time, even taking out the third-grade spirit-gathering pill.
Mo Tian, who was watching the argument between the two, looked at the Spirit Gathering Pill in Li Rang's hand and his eyes narrowed.
This third-grade spirit-gathering pill is not that simple. It can strengthen your foundation and improve your spiritual power!
It is a great supplement for Mo Tian who is currently practicing the Condensation Canon! Mo Tian's heart is a little shaken, he really wants to get this Spirit Gathering Pill!
Scanning the surrounding disciples, and then looking at the silent Chen Run, Li Rang laughed: "Aren't you very arrogant? I will accompany you to the end! Four hundred and thirty contribution points, plus the third-grade spirit gathering pill, are worth at least six
100 contribution points, how can you compare!"
Looking at Li Rang, Chen Run's eyes flashed with chills. Although he had contributed a lot, he didn't have many elixirs. Some of them were the most basic first-grade elixirs, which were incomparable to the third-grade spirit-gathering pills.
"Senior Brother Mo Tian, can you give me your yellow-level mid-grade long sword now? No one has exceeded my offer now, right?" Li Rang looked at Mo Tian proudly.
Just when Mo Tian was about to agree, noisy sounds came from behind the crowd of watching disciples.
"Give way! Who dares to block Senior Brother Wang's way!"
"Senior Brother Wang?" Mo Tian's eyes narrowed. The only person in the inner sect who can be honored as Senior Brother Wang is Wang Feng.
Mo Tian frowned and said secretly: "Why is Wang Feng here?"
The disciples surrounding the front retreated to both sides to make way for a way out.
Wang Feng walked in the front, and there were two disciples beside him. One of them was Feng Cap's brother, Feng Dong!
Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that the person selling the sword was Empress Mo. He smiled faintly: "I didn't expect that Junior Brother Mo Tian would be reduced to selling his own soldiers. It's a pity. Is it because that boy Bo Xue didn't treat you well?"
Not even giving you contribution points?"
The seemingly plain words were full of thorns in Mo Tian's ears.
Looking directly at Wang Feng, Mo Tian smiled: "Of course not, it's just that I have useless soldiers on hand. It's better to sell them in exchange for some contributions."
Walking to Mo Tian's side, he gently pulled out the long sword from the ground and looked at the cold light emanating from the long sword.
"A good sword, a top-grade one among the yellow-level mid-grade ones. I didn't expect that Junior Brother Mo Tian would be so short of money that such a good sword would be sold at such a low price." There was no expression of ridicule.
"This is really the top grade among the yellow-level mid-grades!" Chen Run said in a low voice on the side.
Before, he thought that Mo Tian was lying. The yellow-level mid-grade was true, but he didn't know if it was a top-grade one. In order to sell Mo Tian a face, he never thought that Mo Tian was really not lying.
"What's the price of Junior Brother Mo Tian's long sword?" Wang Feng asked with a smile.
"Senior Brother Wang Feng has been in the inner sect for many years, and he must be a boss who is not short of money. Their highest offer before was already 600 contribution points. Does Senior Brother Wang Feng want it?" Mo Tian would not look down on anyone who wanted to buy something of his own.
Come face it.
"I'm sorry, I don't lack soldiers." Wang Feng flicked his hand and inserted the sword into the ground again. It fit perfectly into the hole where the sword was pulled out before.
This action immediately caused exclamations from the surrounding people, especially the disciples of Wang Feng's faction who kept flattering Wang Feng.
The Bo Xue faction's faces were ashen.
It is obvious that Wang Feng came here to cause trouble and deliberately embarrass Mo Tian. As a disciple of Bo Xue's faction, embarrassing Mo Tian also embarrasses Bo Xue.
"Senior Brother Wang Feng, if there is nothing else, I still have to do business. If you don't want to buy it, don't bother me." Mo Tian said kindly.
"Who do you think you are! How dare you command Senior Brother Wang!" the next disciple of Wang Feng's faction suddenly yelled.
"Oh?" Mo Tian smiled coldly, looking at the scolding disciple: "Then who do you think you are? You dare to command me?"
"Me!" Mo Tian kept looking at him, and the disciple began to tremble unconsciously. For some reason, there was a tremor coming from his soul...
Patting the disciple lightly, Wang Feng said with a smile: "Junior Brother Mo Tian, is this not good in front of me?"
Withdrawing his gaze, Mo Tian smiled lightly: "If nothing happens, Senior Brother Wang can stand aside and watch. I still want to sell the sword."
It seems that the two of them are at war with each other, but in fact no one will take action.
First of all, this is the treasure gathering hall, and the master of this treasure gathering hall is an extremely mysterious elder from the inner sect. It would be bad if we try to attract his attention.
Secondly, while wandering around, Wang Feng saw Feng Yue. Since Feng Yue was here, if he fought with Mo Tian, he might be the one to suffer.
Of course, now is not the time to break up with Mo Tian.
Waving his hand, Wang Feng said: "Let's go and see other places."
"Yes." The person next to him nodded and followed Wang Feng.
However, Feng Dong stood there. He had already recognized that the sword Mo Tian sold belonged to his brother. Since he could not avenge his brother, he still wanted to get the sword back so that he could give his brother an explanation.
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"Feng Dong, what are you doing standing still?" the man couldn't help shouting.
"I'll give you six hundred contribution points for this sword." Feng Dong said silently.
"Huh?" Mo Tian raised his eyebrows. He never thought that the person next to Wang Feng still wanted to buy his own sword.
"I bought this sword, and I'll give you 600 contribution points, will you sell it?" Feng Dong said again.