"A rock demon puppet can be sold for such a high value. Only aristocratic families like Xungui, who are powerful and don't take money seriously, can do it."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
The style of nobles, aristocratic families, and nobles is that once they like it and catch their eye, they will do everything possible to buy it regardless of the cost. Yang Ji can only hope that they will not fall in love with the iron tree demon core, otherwise, he will definitely not be able to compete.
Their.
But this is not entirely a bad thing. Yang Ji now only hopes that those nobles and aristocratic families will also take a fancy to his iron mother spear and bid for a high price.
The auction continues. The second lot is an 800-year-old three-leaf purple vermillion plant. It has huge spiritual energy and is an important elixir material. It can greatly improve the cultivation of warriors, but it must be refined into elixirs.
Just fine.
The value of such a precious thing is actually not lower than that of the Rock Demon Puppet. But unexpectedly, after a round of bidding, only fourteen Star Pills were sold.
Although this price is not bad, compared with the high price of the Rock Demon Puppet, it is obviously not satisfactory.
"It seems that those nobles, aristocratic families, and nobles only like those one-time finished products, but do not like these herbs and other treasures that need to be processed again before they can be used."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Alchemy refining is an extremely tedious process that requires a very high level of refining and has a very high failure rate. Although the noble family and nobles are 9 powerful, Alchemy refining is still a very high level task even for them.
challenges.
Compared with this precious alchemy material, noble families and nobles seem to prefer those finished elixirs.
Yang Ji was slightly relieved when he thought of this.
This is undoubtedly good news for me. As long as those rich and wealthy families are not interested, it means that when the iron tree demon core is auctioned next, there will not be too many people competing with me.
"...Only people in the alchemy path can purchase these materials. Are there many alchemy masters in this auction?"
Yang Ji suddenly raised his head and looked across. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
"This is not good."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
A noble family member may not compete with him for a piece of iron tree demon core, but it is hard to say for an alchemist. Especially an alchemist who can afford fourteen star pills may be stingy and spend some money to buy another piece.
Iron tree demon core.
The same treasures are constantly being auctioned, including herbs, rough stones, jewelry, weapons, ancient scrolls... all kinds of things are constantly being auctioned, with prices ranging from high to low. But none of them can be bought by the five Star Pills in Yang Ji's hand.
In the auction pavilion, everything is inflated. But the items sold are all high-quality, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation.
Yang Ji's heart gradually became anxious. Unless the Iron Mother Spear was sold for a good price, he might not be able to afford anything.
"The next item to be auctioned is the Iron Mother Spear!..."
Suddenly, a thunderous voice sounded on the field. Hearing this voice, Yang Ji was shocked. It was finally his turn.
"As you can see, this iron mother spear is purely made of iron mother, and after the appraisal of this pavilion, there is no trace of impurities."
"Whether this kind of thing is used as a handy weapon for the top powerhouses, or after being smelted, it can be turned into other black iron and blood magical weapons. According to the estimation of this pavilion, this kind of weapon is enough to make more than three top-notch black iron and blood magic weapons.
The iron blood weapon, or melted into dozens of small ring-shaped black iron blood weapons, should be an excellent thing for a noble family with many disciples."
"In addition, if you find it too troublesome, you can also entrust this pavilion to handle it on your behalf and refine the blood magic weapon. However, according to convention, these require a commission."
…
A beam of crystal light pierced the darkness and dropped from the ceiling, illuminating the black iron blood magic weapon. In the light, the spear showed a strange brilliance, unusually thick, and unusually condensed. It seemed to possess
A powerful destructive force.
Yang Ji knew this very well. When he fought against these mysterious iron mother cavalry, Yang Ji felt that every blow of these people was particularly heavy, giving people a feeling like the impact of mountains.
But this is just a feeling, but the auction pavilion can express this feeling visually in a special way through lighting and scenery. Even Yang Ji has to admire this.
"I don't know how much this iron mother spear can be sold for."
Yang Ji took a deep breath, feeling slightly nervous and full of expectations.
He does not have the background of a noble family, nobility, or a noble family. Now he is alone and alone. If he wants to accumulate huge financial resources that can be squandered, he can only rely on this kind of accumulation bit by bit.
Wankuan Tower is indeed a good place. If you want anything, you can find a way to get it from here. With these weapons, elixirs, magic weapons, medicinal materials, scrolls, ores..., it will undoubtedly be of great help to your future cultivation.
The benefits can save a lot of time.
However, all this still has to be based on having huge financial resources that can be squandered.
Otherwise, drinking doves to quench thirst is of no use.
"Okay, the starting price for the Iron Mother Spear is six Star Pills. The bidding starts now."
The voice of the white-haired old man echoed in all directions.
Because it is not a finished product after all, the starting price of the Iron Mother Spear is not very high. The surrounding rooms were buzzing, and many people seemed to be discussing something.
"How is this going?"
Yang Ji frowned, feeling slightly uneasy. It seemed that not many people wanted to buy this Iron Mother Spear.
This is very detrimental to Yang Ji.
Fortunately, Yang Ji's worry did not last. A red light flashed in the darkness, and a voice soon came:
"Seven Star Pills!"
Where Yang Ji couldn't see, a strong old man in green robes was sitting in the dark room. His eyes were shining and he exuded a powerful aura.
This spear gave him a strange feeling, as if it was not as simple as ordinary melting.
"It's really strange that someone would cast iron mother into such a spear?"
The old man in green robe was secretly surprised, but felt a little happy in his heart.
Different from the others, the reason why he was interested in this spear was not because it could be smelted into many black iron blood magic weapons, but because of the spear itself.
The spear made of iron mother is quite luxurious. For others, this may be a waste. But for the old man in green robe, this is exactly the powerful weapon he needs.
The spear made of iron mother is actually stronger than any flying sword in terms of texture. Its most powerful thing is that it is extremely strong and can withstand the stabbing attacks of flying swords of any grade.
With this kind of spear, he can just deal with a mortal enemy. The only price is that this weapon is not cheap. With seven Star Pills, he can greatly improve his mental power and skill.
"Great, at least someone made a bid."
In the dark room, Yang Ji heard this voice and breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, someone finally bid on the Iron Mother Spear, which is a good thing.
"Eight Star Pills!"
Suddenly another voice said, increasing the value.
"Nine Star Pills!" The green-robed old man frowned and said without hesitation.
"Ten Star Pills!" He seemed to be from a noble family.
"Eleven Star Pills!"
The green-robed old man was secretly resentful. This price was already close to the real price of the Iron Mother Spear. The fine iron in the Han Dynasty was extremely high, and a large number of fine iron ingots were produced every moment.
But the number of iron mothers is never enough. It is reasonable for noble families and nobles to want to acquire and store them, but it is not good news for themselves.
"Twelve Constellation Pills!" said a third voice. It seemed that other aristocratic families were involved. The price offered was not high.
"Thirteen Star Pills!"
Then came the sound of a fourth bid.
The old man in green robe had an ugly expression, but in the room, Yang Ji had a slight smile on his lips.
"These guys turned out to be waiting for someone else to bid."
Thinking of the silence before and no bids, Yang Ji suddenly understood. The bidding range was not very high. After all, the value of the Iron Mother Spear could be estimated.
A dozen Xingxiu Pills are equivalent to a dozen powerful Essence and Blood Pills, and the price is not low. Compared with Yang Ji's initial estimate, it is already much higher.
The only trouble is that the auction house charges a 20% tax. Although it is reasonable, it is not a small amount when you think about it.
"No matter what, at least I can bid for the iron tree demon core with that alchemist later."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
There are more than a dozen Star Pills after tax. Although the financial resources are still not as strong as those of alchemists who make a living by refining pills, they can at least be used to make a living.
"Well, maybe it doesn't need to be so troublesome..."
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!
