Yang Ji's heart moved, and rays of wisdom suddenly flashed in his eyes:
"Although a lot of medicinal herbs have been auctioned, there are still a lot of precious medicinal stones in the auction pavilion. Medicinal herbs and medicinal stones are indispensable for alchemy refining. The alchemist will definitely auction them later."
"Perhaps, I can also participate in the bidding later. Although I don't necessarily have to buy those medicine stones, I can raise the price and consume his financial resources. He will not have enough financial resources to compete with me for a while."
Although the alchemist has strong financial resources, he cannot compare with him. But his financial resources are also limited and cannot be compared with aristocratic families and clans.
Yang Ji remembered clearly that this guy had auctioned a lot of things before. If he could use up his financial resources as much as possible before the official auction of the iron tree demon core, it would greatly reduce the possibility of him competing with himself.
At least it can greatly reduce the competitive pressure you face.
Thinking of this, Yang Ji looked out the window, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and his mind getting clearer. His own financial resources were limited, and since he couldn't compete with the other party, he could only reduce the other party's strength as much as possible.
This is what is best for you.
Yang Ji didn't know that at this moment, in the hive-like auction pavilion, there was a person frowning and thinking the same as himself.
This is a beautiful young man with a graceful demeanor, gorgeous clothes, and a skin that is as beautiful as snow. In front of him, even women will pale in comparison.
If Yang Ji were here, he would definitely recognize him. This handsome young man, who is even more beautiful than a woman, is the one who walked out of a gorgeous carriage and looked back at him at the gate of Wan Guan Tower.
This beautiful young man was holding an exquisite folding fan in his hand. His charming eyes were looking outside the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. His beautiful, dark eyebrows were deeply furrowed, as if he had huge doubts.
This kind of third-level auction is not in his eyes. The beautiful boy has never thought about participating in this level of bidding. But the sudden appearance of the iron mother spear and the pattern mark on it suddenly made him feel a little agitated. Don’t calm down. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!
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