Chapter 709 3-Leaf Qingling Grass
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Luo Chen Yan Miao
Faced with the question from Elder Heiyun, Elder Qingyun also smiled and said: "My friend, you are joking. Auctions are always about the jungle of the jungle. If you don't have the background, you can't even hope to get the treasure."
Faced with Elder Qingyun's ridicule, Elder Heiyun also sighed and said: "In this case, I don't plan to hide it anymore, seven low-level sacred weapons."
Seeing that the other party was still increasing the price, Elder Qingyun showed a solemn expression on his face. Unexpectedly, this guy actually had a low-level sacred weapon. It seemed that he had already prepared it before heading to Dengtian Pavilion.
Otherwise, how could he carry so many treasures with him.
However, the current price is beyond the reach of many people, so fewer and fewer people are bidding.
But everyone knows that these remaining guys are the real wealthy people.
The seven low-level sacred weapons exceed tens of billions of spiritual crystals. Unless someone takes out a mid-level sacred weapon, who dares to say that they can snatch the treasure from this group of people?
"I'm bidding...eight low-level sacred weapons!"
Suddenly, an old voice sounded simply.
The bidder was none other than Old Man Winter, the great elder of the West Heaven War Palace.
What Old Man Dong did did also attracted the attention of many people, and even more surprised Ling Zhanzi, who was a disciple of the Western Heaven War Emperor. He suddenly stood up from his chair and asked in disbelief: "Mr. Winter, are you crazy?" ?"
"Eight low-level sacred weapons, our target is the last lot, not this Cloud Mist Pill!"
A crisp sound.
Ling Zhanzi covered his face in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Mr. Dong actually hit him?
Old Man Winter said with cold eyes: "Shut up!"
"Don't forget, I am the Great Elder. If you want to order me, please tell me when you become the master of the West Heaven War Palace!"
Ling Zhanzi was a little confused and didn't understand why Mr. Dong hit him. It was obviously all his fault and had nothing to do with him.
Why should you hit yourself?
Why? !
Ling Zhanzi clenched his fists and said, "Lao Dong, I will report what happened today to the teacher, and then you will be punished."
After hearing this, Old Man Dong had murderous intent in his eyes. Sure enough, this guy couldn't stay, otherwise he would become a stumbling block on his way to success.
Therefore, after the auction is over, all these guys must be killed.
Thinking of this, Old Man Dong also adjusted his emotions. He couldn't make the other party suspicious yet, otherwise, this guy would probably become jealous in the future.
Old Man Winter shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, Ling Zhanzi, I was rude just now. I didn't want to hit you, I was just a little flustered."
Seeing that Mr. Dong admitted his mistake sincerely, Ling Zhanzi also chose to forgive him and said calmly: "Mr. Dong, everything depends on the situation. The other party is obviously prepared. If we increase the price like this, we will only squander all our money."
"Mr. Dong, I know you are eager for success, but there are other treasures coming, and we still have a chance."
Old Man Winter half-squinted his eyes. This guy's nagging is really a headache. You have to wait until the auction is over.
If fighting was not allowed in Dengtian Pavilion, I would have slapped his head off long ago.
In order not to alarm the snake, Old Man Winter did not continue to increase the price, but put the auction card back on the table. If anyone still bids, then the Cloud Mist Pill will be given to him.
"A mid-level sacred weapon."
As soon as he said these words, there was a low uproar in the hall. It was obvious that he had not expected that this guy was even willing to take out a mid-level holy weapon for the sake of this Cloud Mist Pill.
Everyone in the field also gave up and continued the auction. This Cloud Mist Pill was indeed extremely precious, and it was actually equivalent to a mid-level sacred weapon.Everyone smacked their lips after hearing this, and Elder Qingyun couldn't help but sigh. The auction of mid-level sacred weapons was already too expensive, and there was no need to continue the auction.
In the end, this Yunwu Pill was successfully photographed by Hei Yunsheng, the elder of the Heitian Ancient Clan.
That’s the price……
It's hard to say.
Hei Yunsheng rubbed his temples. As expected, auctioning something like this is really confusing.
Once you get on this boat, it's not that easy to get off.
As the first auction came to an end, the second auction suddenly appeared in front of everyone. This was a peculiar herbal medicine with three leaves, each leaf being a different color.
They are yellow, purple and blue respectively.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the venue also smacked their lips, this is...
"Three-leaf Qingling grass?"
One of the alchemists' pupils suddenly shrank, because this herb was the legendary three-leaf Qingling grass.
It can be seen from its three-petal leaves that this herb is expensive and can be said to be extremely precious.
For alchemists, this herb is an extremely precious treasure, especially its three leaves, which correspond to marrow cleansing, bone refining, and tendon refining.
"This thing is called Clover Green Spirit Grass. It is of extraordinary value. It has the effect of cleansing marrow and refining bones. It is also the best choice for refining imperial elixirs."
Yafei also started to introduce: "Not only does it have this effect, it can also be ground into powder to temper your body and muscles."
Hearing these words, many people in the audience couldn't help but smacked their lips. They had also heard of the three-leaf Qingling grass. It was said that there were only a few three-leaf Qingling grass in the entire world.
Especially such precious herbs.
Judging from the age, it has existed for tens of thousands of years.
Its value is extremely high.
How much Dengtian Pavilion is willing to pay depends on Miss Yafei's pricing.
Yafei took an elegant step forward, placed her little hand on her lower abdomen, and said softly and charmingly: "I think you all know the value of this three-leaf Qingling grass, so I won't explain it too much."
"Three-leaf Qingling grass is extremely precious to alchemists. Some alchemists may not be able to get it even if they spend all their savings."
"So, the starting price for this three-leaf Qingling grass is 6000 million spiritual crystals. Please help yourself."
After saying this, Yafei sat on the chair, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.
Bingshuang said worriedly: "How about it? You just gave birth to a baby. If your body can't bear it, tell me and I will inform the Pavilion Master."
The latter shook his head slightly and said: "It doesn't matter, it should be enough to last until the auction is over."
Yafei also felt that her body was a little weak, but I always work hard, and she didn't want to give up just like that.
As the chief auctioneer of Dengtian Pavilion, wouldn't it make people laugh if she just gave up? (End of chapter)
Faced with Elder Qingyun's ridicule, Elder Heiyun also sighed and said: "In this case, I don't plan to hide it anymore, seven low-level sacred weapons."
Seeing that the other party was still increasing the price, Elder Qingyun showed a solemn expression on his face. Unexpectedly, this guy actually had a low-level sacred weapon. It seemed that he had already prepared it before heading to Dengtian Pavilion.
Otherwise, how could he carry so many treasures with him.
However, the current price is beyond the reach of many people, so fewer and fewer people are bidding.
But everyone knows that these remaining guys are the real wealthy people.
The seven low-level sacred weapons exceed tens of billions of spiritual crystals. Unless someone takes out a mid-level sacred weapon, who dares to say that they can snatch the treasure from this group of people?
"I'm bidding...eight low-level sacred weapons!"
Suddenly, an old voice sounded simply.
The bidder was none other than Old Man Winter, the great elder of the West Heaven War Palace.
What Old Man Dong did did also attracted the attention of many people, and even more surprised Ling Zhanzi, who was a disciple of the Western Heaven War Emperor. He suddenly stood up from his chair and asked in disbelief: "Mr. Winter, are you crazy?" ?"
"Eight low-level sacred weapons, our target is the last lot, not this Cloud Mist Pill!"
A crisp sound.
Ling Zhanzi covered his face in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Mr. Dong actually hit him?
Old Man Winter said with cold eyes: "Shut up!"
"Don't forget, I am the Great Elder. If you want to order me, please tell me when you become the master of the West Heaven War Palace!"
Ling Zhanzi was a little confused and didn't understand why Mr. Dong hit him. It was obviously all his fault and had nothing to do with him.
Why should you hit yourself?
Why? !
Ling Zhanzi clenched his fists and said, "Lao Dong, I will report what happened today to the teacher, and then you will be punished."
After hearing this, Old Man Dong had murderous intent in his eyes. Sure enough, this guy couldn't stay, otherwise he would become a stumbling block on his way to success.
Therefore, after the auction is over, all these guys must be killed.
Thinking of this, Old Man Dong also adjusted his emotions. He couldn't make the other party suspicious yet, otherwise, this guy would probably become jealous in the future.
Old Man Winter shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, Ling Zhanzi, I was rude just now. I didn't want to hit you, I was just a little flustered."
Seeing that Mr. Dong admitted his mistake sincerely, Ling Zhanzi also chose to forgive him and said calmly: "Mr. Dong, everything depends on the situation. The other party is obviously prepared. If we increase the price like this, we will only squander all our money."
"Mr. Dong, I know you are eager for success, but there are other treasures coming, and we still have a chance."
Old Man Winter half-squinted his eyes. This guy's nagging is really a headache. You have to wait until the auction is over.
If fighting was not allowed in Dengtian Pavilion, I would have slapped his head off long ago.
In order not to alarm the snake, Old Man Winter did not continue to increase the price, but put the auction card back on the table. If anyone still bids, then the Cloud Mist Pill will be given to him.
"A mid-level sacred weapon."
As soon as he said these words, there was a low uproar in the hall. It was obvious that he had not expected that this guy was even willing to take out a mid-level holy weapon for the sake of this Cloud Mist Pill.
Everyone in the field also gave up and continued the auction. This Cloud Mist Pill was indeed extremely precious, and it was actually equivalent to a mid-level sacred weapon.Everyone smacked their lips after hearing this, and Elder Qingyun couldn't help but sigh. The auction of mid-level sacred weapons was already too expensive, and there was no need to continue the auction.
In the end, this Yunwu Pill was successfully photographed by Hei Yunsheng, the elder of the Heitian Ancient Clan.
That’s the price……
It's hard to say.
Hei Yunsheng rubbed his temples. As expected, auctioning something like this is really confusing.
Once you get on this boat, it's not that easy to get off.
As the first auction came to an end, the second auction suddenly appeared in front of everyone. This was a peculiar herbal medicine with three leaves, each leaf being a different color.
They are yellow, purple and blue respectively.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the venue also smacked their lips, this is...
"Three-leaf Qingling grass?"
One of the alchemists' pupils suddenly shrank, because this herb was the legendary three-leaf Qingling grass.
It can be seen from its three-petal leaves that this herb is expensive and can be said to be extremely precious.
For alchemists, this herb is an extremely precious treasure, especially its three leaves, which correspond to marrow cleansing, bone refining, and tendon refining.
"This thing is called Clover Green Spirit Grass. It is of extraordinary value. It has the effect of cleansing marrow and refining bones. It is also the best choice for refining imperial elixirs."
Yafei also started to introduce: "Not only does it have this effect, it can also be ground into powder to temper your body and muscles."
Hearing these words, many people in the audience couldn't help but smacked their lips. They had also heard of the three-leaf Qingling grass. It was said that there were only a few three-leaf Qingling grass in the entire world.
Especially such precious herbs.
Judging from the age, it has existed for tens of thousands of years.
Its value is extremely high.
How much Dengtian Pavilion is willing to pay depends on Miss Yafei's pricing.
Yafei took an elegant step forward, placed her little hand on her lower abdomen, and said softly and charmingly: "I think you all know the value of this three-leaf Qingling grass, so I won't explain it too much."
"Three-leaf Qingling grass is extremely precious to alchemists. Some alchemists may not be able to get it even if they spend all their savings."
"So, the starting price for this three-leaf Qingling grass is 6000 million spiritual crystals. Please help yourself."
After saying this, Yafei sat on the chair, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.
Bingshuang said worriedly: "How about it? You just gave birth to a baby. If your body can't bear it, tell me and I will inform the Pavilion Master."
The latter shook his head slightly and said: "It doesn't matter, it should be enough to last until the auction is over."
Yafei also felt that her body was a little weak, but I always work hard, and she didn't want to give up just like that.
As the chief auctioneer of Dengtian Pavilion, wouldn't it make people laugh if she just gave up? (End of chapter)
