Listening to the bickering between the two boxes gradually heating up, if this continues, sooner or later the two ancestors of the Nascent Soul Stage will start fighting. Wouldn't that destroy the auction house in an instant?
Although monks in the Nascent Soul stage cannot move mountains, fill seas, or move stars, they can still mobilize spiritual energy within a hundred miles to create extraordinary catastrophes and horrors that cannot be endured by an auction house.
Seeing that the two of them were about to lose control and get angry, Fu Jin's eyes moved, he cupped his hands and said loudly: "Haha, who am I talking about? It turns out to be Hu and Qu, Taoist brothers, this is the case. Fu is really at fault."
Welcome from afar, hoping to atone for my sins."
Fu Jin's words are very clever. It means that I don't care if you quarrel, but don't forget that I, Fu Jin, am still here. I, Fu Jin, don't mean that I can do anything to you, but don't forget that this is the Hong's Auction House. Don't think that you
These two are the leaders of the casual cultivators, and I, the Hong's Auction House, are afraid of you.
The words have this meaning, but they also indicate the identities of the two of them. They talk about themselves very low. It can be said that it gives Hu and Qu the face of the two ancestors of the Nascent Soul stage. I mean, you two care about Fu.
For the sake of face, it’s best not to start a fight today.
Hu and Qu are not fools. They were used to the quarrel just now. Now they are thinking to themselves that this Hong family is not easy to mess with. It does not mean that there are many monks in the Nascent Soul stage, but the person in charge of the Hong family.
, travels all over the world, makes good friends, and can be said to have come into contact with monks from all over Qingzhou. As long as he gives an order, it is difficult for the two of them to fight against each other even though they are Nascent Soul stage monks. This is why the Hong family is so famous.
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I heard Mr. Hu in the box laugh and say: "Haha, ashamed, ashamed."
Even if Mr. Qu was mentally ill, he still knew how powerful it was. He laughed loudly and said, "Haha, I made Brother Fu laugh."
The big stone in Fu Jin's heart fell, and he smiled and said: "How dare you, how dare you, today's auction is about to happen, I forgive you for not being able to accompany me, I hope you can atone for your sins."
Mr. Hu said: "Brother Fu, you're welcome, just carry on."
Fu Jin nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Hu just bid 65,000 spirit stones. I wonder if there is any fellow Taoist who bids?"
It seemed that Fu Jin was talking to all the monks present, but in fact he was talking to Mr. Qu. After all, the two of them were considered heavyweights. Even if there were monks of equal rank present, they would not provoke them.
Why do you say it was them?
Because Hu and Qu love to quarrel when they meet, but when they meet other people from other places, they will turn their hostility into friendship. They will definitely share the same hatred, and when they repel their opponents, they will compete in a showdown.
Therefore, almost no monk in the Nascent Soul stage wants to provoke these two murderous gods. It is better to let the two of them argue and stay at ease.
Although this small rejuvenation elixir is good, for them, it is also dispensable. After all, as monks of their status, there are almost no one to pay their attention to you, so they usually go to that station.
, can repel the opponent, full of domineering power.
When Fu Jin said a word, no one in the other sects could not understand it, but this stupid old man Qu did not understand it and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Seventy thousand spiritual stones!"
This loud voice really hurt Zhang Mu. Did he step on shit when he came out today? His grandma is so lucky.
Noise, noisy, the more you two argue, the better. I will just sit back and wait to collect the money today.
There was about half a cup of tea left, and the war of words between the two ancestors in the Nascent Soul stage continued, seemingly determined not to stop until they got this little magic-returning pill.
Zhang Mu knew that now it was no longer a matter of a small pill, but an issue related to the face of these two ancestors in the Nascent Soul stage. Both of them thought that they were both respectable people, how could they be embarrassed here?
Because of this, Zhang Mu, the master of the Little God-Returning Pill, made a lot of money.
Mr. Hu who just listened said calmly and unsteadily: "Twenty thousand spiritual stones."
Qu Lao in the other box was shaking with anger, because he knew that the value of a small pill to restore the gods had already exceeded the price. He also knew that it was not worth it, but for the sake of face, he ignored the dissuasion of his descendants and still went with Hu.
The old man is right.
"One hundred and twenty-five thousand spiritual stones."
"One hundred and twenty-eight thousand spirit stones." It was still Old Hu's unsteady voice.
The sound was intermittent and had never been heard before. The place was filled with the smell of gunpowder, which made the monks present very addicted. They didn't have so many spiritual stones to waste, but it was a pleasure to listen to it.
After hearing Mr. Hu's high price again, Mr. Qu gritted his teeth and made a bouncing sound. He really wanted to bite Mr. Hu to death. This shows how childish he and Mr. Hu are.
"One hundred and sixty thousand spiritual stones."
Mr. Hu knew that this was not the way to go. After hearing the dissuasion from his descendants, he nodded, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Two hundred thousand spirit stones."
"Scared!!! I didn't hear it, I heard it wrong!" The man's voice was trembling, and he was obviously shocked by the two hundred thousand spirit stones.
"Damn, two hundred thousand spiritual stones, enough for me to use for a lifetime." It can be seen that spiritual stones are like a drop in the bucket for high-level monks, but for low-level monks, they are the lifeblood, and there has never been such a squandering.
Fu Jin was also very happy. After getting to know him so many times, he also knew that Mr. Hu was already playing tricks this time. If Mr. Qu followed him again, he might have really fallen into the trap.
When Mr. Qu heard about the two hundred thousand spirit stones, he couldn't help but stare angrily and blew his beard. The descendants on both sides were all sensible people. They had vaguely guessed Mr. Hu's intentions, but they did not dare to persuade him outright. After all, this ancestor had a very temperamental temper.
I'm so hot and I really can't afford to be hurt.
"Dad, that's it. This small pill of rejuvenation is a big loss and it's not worth it." It seems that this middle-aged man is Mr. Qu's son, but there is fear in his words, which shows that Mr. Qu's temper is serious.
Unusual.
Mr. Qu originally planned not to bid, but when he heard what his son said, he became angry.
You said that if I stop bidding, let alone other people looking down on me, wouldn’t it mean that even my son and grandson will look down on me?
No, I will give Old Man Hu a hard squeeze.
Thinking of this, he became cruel and shouted: "Two hundred and fifty thousand spiritual stones!"
"Huh! Are you risking your life?"
Zhang Mu's heart skipped a beat and he almost stood up and clapped his hands. This was so satisfying. Even if he paid Hong an agency fee, he would still be making a lot of money.
Fu Jinzhi shook his head and cursed secretly: What a fool. I really don’t know how he cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage.
Looking at Mr. Hu in the box with his inch-long beard, he took a tepid sip of tea, waved his hands and said, without waiting for others to speak: "Haha, since Lao Qu values Xiaohuishen Dan so much, I won't talk to him.
You fight so that others won’t laugh at me, so I’ll give it to you.”
When this life came to Mr. Qu's ears, it was like five thunders thundering together. He really wanted to slap his son behind him. What the hell did you say that you were fine?
The son behind saw that something was wrong with his father and quickly took a few steps back for fear of harming himself.
Fu Jin also knew that it was time to end it, otherwise something bad would really happen.
"The two Taoist brothers really deserve their reputation. I admire them, I admire them."
This sentence made Mr. Hu feel full of joy. After all, he had made his words right. Although he didn't get the Xiaohuan Shen Dan, he didn't lose face. He also asked Mr. Qu to spend 250,000 spirit stones. How could he do it?
Not happy?
Mr. Qu also knew how to advance and retreat. Fu Jin had already said enough, and things ended like this. The conflict between the two indirectly helped Zhang Mu, a fisherman.
Zhang Mu chirped, looked at Liu Li and the others, and laughed softly: "Come, come, come, drink tea, drink tea."
Zhang Mu and the four others were talking, and Fu Jin also started the auction, gradually forgetting about this matter. After all, it was none of their business and they didn't care, so they just let Qu and Hu, the two ancestors of the Nascent Soul Stage, fight on their own.
After auctioning for a long time, Zhang Mu also saw a lot of things. Among them, he was also lucky enough to get black earth and black wood. He only needed black fire and black water, but there was still hope of getting them.
These two things cost a total of 30,000 spirit stones, which was a lot of money, but when you think about the 250,000 that Xiaohuan Shendan sold for, it was nothing compared to the two.
At this time, I heard Fu Jin laugh and say: "This one is a set of wind blades. It is made from the very cherished wind attribute spirit stones and some precious treasures from heaven and earth. It is made from Qingzhou's top quality swords."
It is made by the master of weapon refining, Mr. Feng. It can be said that it is unique in the world. This is the only one in the world. I cherish it very much."
"I believe everyone knows that Mr. Feng generally does not refine this kind of treasure, but today I, the Hong family, am lucky enough to buy it from him. I hope that all the monks who took the photo can use this to kill the demon army and promote our power in Qingzhou.
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When I was about to fall, I heard the monk below shout loudly: "Mr. Fu, don't worry, as long as they come, I will kill them without leaving a trace."
"Yes, Mr. Fu, don't worry."
Such and such, such and such, after all, these are just some scene words. When it comes to actually facing the demon army, I am afraid that I will be more skilled than anyone else and retreat faster than anyone else.
Fu Jin nodded and said with a smile: "The Wind Blade is a top-grade spiritual treasure. I don't need to say more about its power. Mr. Feng's magic weapon is not invincible. The base price is 300,000 spiritual stones, and the minimum increase is 50,000 spiritual stones."
When the news of this life reached his ears, the other monks became confused and ignored it for the time being. One of them was already almost dying of excitement.
I saw that although Sun Xiao was very happy, he had no ability to buy it because he was short of money. He wanted to ask Zhang Mu to pay for it, but it seemed that there were still many things that he had not bought, so he could only look at the plum blossoms to quench his thirst.
Looking at Zhang Mu holding the tea cup tightly in his hand, his eyes were shining and his heartbeat was racing. This set of Feng Xing Blades, apart from anything else, was completely made with Sun Xiaotaili. Why wouldn't he buy it for him?
Of course, Sun Xiao was closing his eyes and concentrating at this time, not allowing himself to see the Fengxing Blade because he was afraid that he could not help but let Zhang Mu buy it, which would make him a bit selfish.
As soon as Fu Jin finished speaking, the monks present went crazy. The price kept rising, and soon it reached 500,000 spirit stones.
However, a woman's voice on the third floor was heard shouting: "Six hundred thousand spiritual stones."
After this life shouted, the whole auction house fell silent. They all looked at the box on the third floor. I don’t know which senior from the Nascent Soul stage is here. I came here today. Even if I couldn’t buy anything, it was a feast for my eyes.
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However, when Sun Xiao heard such a high price, he sighed without leaving any trace. Six hundred thousand, even if Zhang Mu bids it, it is impossible. How can you not be sad?
But as soon as he finished sighing, he heard a rough voice shouting: "Seven hundred thousand spiritual stones!!!" The shock caused the eardrums of the monks present to hurt, and they all looked at the black-faced man.