"If this Yin Immortal spirit can be refined and subdued, it will have many uses."
"Even if I don't need to say anything, all the guests will understand it after thinking about it."
Yan Ruxin held the soul-locking mirror tightly with both hands and could still show a charming smile to everyone.
"Yan Meiren, what is the starting price for this Yin Immortal spirit?"
A monk asked.
Yan Ruxin shook her head.
Everyone was suddenly confused. ??
What does this shaking head mean?
Is it just for everyone to take a look, not for auction?
Then doesn’t this fool everyone?
Are you kidding us?
Before anyone could ask questions, Yan Ruxin said again, "This Yin Immortal spirit has no starting price."
"You can bid whatever you want!"
“In the end, the highest bidder wins!”
There was an uproar among the people.
It turned out to be such a routine.
No starting price!
Everyone bids whatever they want!
This is quite novel.
It has undoubtedly lowered the threshold for participating in this final auction.
Let everyone present have a chance to compete.
Although many people know that this Yin Immortal spirit can only belong to a few powerful people in the end.
But if you can participate, why not?
What if there is really a slight chance that it falls into my own hands?
The mentality of taking a chance is something everyone has.
Therefore, the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce played this trick very smartly, so that all the monks present, no matter how rich they were, wanted to get involved.
"I will give you three hundred fairy crystals!"
Even then someone shouted excitedly.
"Hahahaha! Is this guy stupid? How dare you shout out with three hundred immortal crystals?"
“It’s really a dream here!”
"Don't you have any self-awareness at all?"
The monk who bid for 300 immortal crystals suddenly blushed and felt embarrassed, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
However, with this person's contribution, it can be regarded as a start for everyone.
"I'll give you five hundred fairy crystals!"
"I'll give you a thousand!"
"One thousand eight hundred immortal crystals!"
"Three thousand! I will pay three thousand!"
Although the price was never high, the enthusiasm was higher than all the previous auctions.
The shouts of bidding can be said to come and go.
Some people even shouted out the price at the same time.
In such a chaotic scene, Yan Ruxin still controlled it very well. Her eyes moved around, taking in all the situations on the scene.
and.
She can clearly grasp the location of all bidders.
There won't be any mistakes.
This is the ability of the leading auctioneer.
Only Yan Ruxin can suppress such a scene.
"One hundred thousand!"
Finally, the price reached the 100,000 mark.
The person bidding was a monk in black clothes sitting in the front row. He looked cold and had a gloomy aura about him.
Unfortunately, the price went up in the next moment.
"One hundred and thirty thousand!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"One hundred and eighty thousand!"
The whole place was hot, but only the wing on the second floor remained silent.
There was no sound of bidding coming from any of the rooms.
It was the monks in the venue hall who were shouting prices all the time.
When the price reached 500,000 yuan, the shouting in the hall began to gradually decrease.
After all, at this price, not everyone can get involved.
But there are still people who continue to compete.
"Six hundred thousand fairy crystals!"
Finally, a voice came from the wing on the second floor.
"Six hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Six hundred and eighty thousand!"
"Seven hundred thousand."
As the people in the wing room on the second floor participated in the competition, the monks in the venue hall had no choice but to give up.
They also know that they and others are just foils after all.
The only people who can really compete for the Yin Immortal spirit are those with great influence.
In Wing Room No. 9, Ye Qingyun frowned.
He was impatient again.
Feeling extremely agitated.
“It’s too inky!”
Ye Qingyun muttered and spoke immediately.
"One million fairy crystals!"
Mei Changhai on the side was shocked again, thinking to himself, what is going on with Patriarch Tiezhu?
Why do every bid start at one million?
Now it's not even 800,000, why did you just get 1 million?
"It's the person from Wing No. 9 again!"
Other monks in the venue also looked at Wing No. 9.
When Fortune destroyed Erdan before, it was the people in Wing No. 9 who immediately raised the price to one million.
Here we go again this time.
To be continued...