"The first thing is Bi Ling Dan. This medicine is from the hands of Medicine Master Ming. I think everyone should be familiar with it."
"This kind of elixir can increase the spiritual power of spiritual sea realm warriors. It is very pure. Warriors only need to absorb it."
The old man in white robe will explain a little bit.
Lin Xuan understood that this kind of elixir could shorten the training time and allow warriors to quickly improve their cultivation level in a short period of time.
However, you should not eat too much of this kind of food. After all, it is not the spiritual power you cultivated by yourself, and it contains impurities even in its pure form.
"There are three pieces in total, and they will be auctioned separately." The old man in white robe obviously also knew about this kind of thing. He said slowly, "The base price is 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 1,000."
After the old man in white robe finished speaking, the people below became excited.
Most of the warriors present were in the spirit sea realm, and they couldn't be more in need of this kind of elixir.
At that moment, many people began to bid.
"twelve thousand!"
"Fifteen thousand!"
"Eighteen thousand..."
Lin Xuan was speechless when he heard the shouts one after another. It seemed that he had underestimated the temptation of this elixir.
For ordinary warriors, as their cultivation level increases, their strength will also increase significantly. They may be able to gain attention within the sect, or have an extra chance of escaping during adventures.
Finally, the first Jasper Pill was bought for 22,000 yuan.
The remaining two elixirs were bought at prices of 20,000 and 24,000 respectively.
Three pills were actually sold for nearly 70,000 low-grade spiritual stones. This kind of thing was something Lin Xuan could not imagine before.
The old man in white robe was also very satisfied with the price of the first item at auction.
What happened next went smoothly. Everything that appeared in the auction house was not ordinary, and there was no doubt that it would not be auctioned.
Lin Xuan never took action. He had no shortage of martial arts pills, but he only had a sharp weapon.
The auction went on slowly, and within an hour, seven items were sold.
At this time, on the auction stage, the old man in white robe said loudly.
"The following item can be said to be a rare thing. I hope everyone can grasp it."
His words aroused everyone's interest, and many people were guessing what kind of item it was.
"Master Bai, stop being so secretive and say it quickly!"
In the audience, an impatient warrior shouted.
Everyone looked at the auction table with curious faces, waiting for the old man in white robe to reveal the answer.
A beautiful maid stepped forward and took out a long fiery red knife.
The old man in white robe held the long knife in his hand and waved it gently into the void.
A sword light more than ten meters long suddenly appeared, streaking across the sky, and accompanied by a heat wave, it rose into the sky.
call!
Like a sea of fire spreading, the sky was filled with red.
"Mysterious level treasure!" Everyone below felt the power and exclaimed.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
For a moment, everyone's fiery eyes were focused on the auction stage.
The old man in white robe was very satisfied with the effect. He laughed loudly and said: "Yes, it is indeed a Xuan-level treasure, and it is also an ancient artifact."
"This sword has a mysterious origin and is not a contemporary product."
"Don't miss this opportunity!"
The old man in white robe put the long knife back, and then said with a smile: "The base price is 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Each time the price increases, it will be no less than 10,000 spiritual stones!"
His words echoed in the auction house and lingered for a long time.
hiss
Everyone took a breath of air, and the fire in their hearts was extinguished a lot.
One hundred thousand spirit stones is not a small amount, and ordinary soul realm warriors cannot afford it.
Only some disciples of great sects or young masters from aristocratic families can afford such a huge sum of money, and once these people participate in the auction, the price will definitely be more than one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
The scene was a little quiet for a while. Ordinary disciples couldn't afford it, but wealthy people were watching.
Lin Xuan frowned slightly, this kind of scene was not what he wanted to see.
"One hundred and ten thousand." He said calmly.
Xuanjie swords were not common, and he did not believe that these people could let them go.
Sure enough, since he opened his mouth, people have increased their prices one after another.
The price of the fiery red sword kept rising, reaching 150,000.
The ordinary warrior had already started to swallow his saliva non-stop. Lin Xuan's eyes flashed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that the price would not stop here, because he discovered that one of the people participating in the auction was a disciple of the Cang family.
He is Cang Lei's brother, Cang Bao.
As a swordsman and a talented disciple on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, Lin Xuan believed that he would not let this opportunity pass him by.
Sure enough, Cang Bao's face was gloomy and he seemed a little impatient.
He snorted coldly, and a cold voice sounded: "Two hundred thousand!"
Quiet, absolutely quiet.
Only Cang Bao's voice echoed, and everyone was frightened by his price increase.
Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction. The price exceeded his budget. Even the old man in white robe on the auction stage was smiling.
Just when everyone thought it was about to end, a lazy voice sounded.
"Twenty-one thousand!"
"What? Someone else is increasing the price!"
“Some people don’t even buy Cang Bao’s face!”
There is basically no one on the ground in Qingzhou who doesn't know Cang Bao, and now there are people who want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.
However, when everyone learned the source of the sound, they all fell silent.
Because that sound came from one of the private rooms.
Anyone who can enter the private room has either a prominent status or superior strength, which is far beyond what people like them can compare with.
Cang Bao's face was gloomy. He looked at the private room on the second floor and clenched his fists suddenly.
"Two hundred and twenty thousand!"
Cangbao quoted the price.
"Two hundred and thirty thousand!"
The voice was still lazy, without any change.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand!" Cang Bao said through gritted teeth. This was already his limit. If it went more, he would have to give up.
The knuckles of his hands turned pale from exertion.
With this sword, he can definitely enter the top fifty on the Hidden Dragon List!
"Two hundred and sixty thousand."
The voice seemed to be saying another trivial thing.
Cang Bao's body was slightly stiff. He was not quoting, but was sitting with a gloomy look on his face.
On the auction stage, the old man in white robe said with a smile: "Congratulations to the owner of private room No. 3 for getting this mysterious sword."
Everyone was amazed that the price of 260,000 yuan was already beyond the value of a low-level Xuan-level treasure, but that person didn't care at all.
The most delighted person was Lin Xuan. He did not expect that a low-level Xuan-level treasure could be sold for 260,000 spirit stones, which was already close to the value of a mid-level Xuan-level treasure.
With this money, he has more confidence in the long sword treasure that will be auctioned later.
The next auction was a bit dull, and everyone's mood was obviously not very high.
But the next item once again pushed the atmosphere of the auction to a climax.
The old man in white robe took out a long sword and raised it high in the air.
The sword is three feet long, with ancient inscriptions engraved on it. The blade of the sword is like autumn water, dripping with cold light.
The long sword danced gently, the sword light flashed and cut through the void.
Lin Xuan keenly sensed that the power of this long sword was far greater than that of the fiery red sword.
"The name of the sword is Qiu Hen. It is a middle-grade Xuan-level treasure. The base price is 200,000 yuan. Each time the price is increased, it must not be less than 10,000 yuan!"
After the old man in white robe finished speaking, everyone was excited.
At this time, the door to the auction slowly opened and a group of people walked in.
Everyone was confused and looked back.
They knew that warriors were not allowed to come in and out at will during the auction.
But now someone ignores this rule and walks in.
Lin Xuan also looked back, and when he saw the man, he suddenly froze.
Behind them, a group of people stood at the entrance, exuding a powerful aura.
There was a person in the middle, with eyebrows and sword eyes, and a strong aura on his body, as if a divine sword had been unsheathed.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank sharply and he couldn't help but clenched his fists.