Chapter 1861 Bidding for the Flying Sword, Purple Clouds and Waves
The understatement shows full confidence.
After finishing his words, Yu Lingling immediately continued speaking without waiting for a reply.
"Of course! If the girl is willing to become a Taoist couple with this young master, how about giving this Zixia Jingtao to the girl as a meeting gift after the transaction is successful?!"
As soon as these words came out, countless monks present turned their attention and followed the sound.
It's a pity that the divine consciousness cannot be used, and there are formations and special magic weapons to isolate the breath.
Almost no one can see the true appearance and origin of the speaker.
On the auction stage, hearing such words, Yu Lingling, who was in charge of hosting the auction, couldn't help but be surprised.
A flying sword magic weapon worth 100,000 low-grade spiritual crystals, at her Nascent Soul stage cultivation level, she would definitely not be able to afford it even if she spent all her wealth.
But such a treasure can be given away as soon as the other party says so. ??
If it wasn't a joke, it could only mean that the other party's worth was far higher than one imagined.
To say that I am not moved at all would be a lie.
But the heartbeat only lasted for a moment. After thinking about it, Yu Lingling immediately calmed down.
One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual crystals are indeed precious, but if you really accept this and become a Taoist partner with the other party, you will not have any say in the rest of your life.
If the heart is bound and unable to be free, how can one become an immortal and attain enlightenment, and obtain the path to freedom and longevity?
Grinning brightly, Yu Lingling smiled and shook her head and said, "Thank you, senior, for your kindness. Such a generous gesture is really hard to refuse!"
"However, a little girl has her own way to go. Although Zixia Jingtao is good, it may not really be suitable for a little girl."
"This senior bids 100,000 yuan. Are there any other fellow Taoists and seniors who want to increase their bids?"
While speaking, Yu Lingling brought the topic back to the topic and looked around at the crowd.
"If no one continues to increase the price, after three breaths, this Zixia Jingtao will belong to this fellow Taoist."
"One hundred and ten thousand!"
At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded, causing many monks present to look sideways and look behind.
Under the bamboo hat, pairs of surprised eyes burst out.
The sound came from the last row of the auction site.
And the last three rows of this auction are all composed of casual cultivators.
"Huh? Casual cultivators? Are today's casual cultivators so generous?"
"The world is so big and full of wonders. If you are practicing outside as a casual cultivator, you might get some chance."
"But if you dare to bid like this, is it possible that you are here alone to rush into the purple clouds?"
After being stunned for a moment, a monk soon began to whisper quietly.
Although there are many wealthy monks among the casual cultivators, most of them still have a certain gap compared to the core monks of the major sects.
One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual crystals are not only valuable.
The most important thing is that compared to Zixia Jingtao, there is still a big premium.
In this case, continuing to increase prices will undoubtedly be a waste of resources.
The monks from the big sects would still have some scruples, let alone the casual cultivators.
And this is what surprised many monks.
Behind the crowd, there is a room marked with the word 'Kuihai'.
After shouting out 110,000, Su Twelve also became the focus of the room.
Pairs of eyes fell on Su Twelve, with surprise, surprise, curiosity, doubt, and contemplation. There were different looks in each person's eyes.
But Su Twelve sat calmly, without any fluctuation in his aura.
One hundred and ten thousand low-grade spiritual crystals are of course worth a lot of money, but
As far as he was concerned, it was nothing.
He also heard clearly the origin of the purple clouds and thundering waves, but he didn't feel much about it.
He has had many encounters with the devil and is far more familiar with it than most of the monks present.
It is impossible to say that a ninth-grade flying sword magic weapon will not be moved at all.
But it's far from necessary.
After all, he already has the Nirvana Sword, his natal flying sword. In terms of rank, it is also a seventh-rank flying sword magic weapon. ??
In addition, among the treasures previously obtained from Wanbao Tower, there is also an eighth-grade magic weapon flying sword.
These two flying swords are enough to give full play to his current cultivation strength.
The ninth-grade flying sword magic weapon may also be able to improve a lot, but... it is also relatively limited.
Furthermore, the higher the grade of the flying sword, the more powerful it is, but the amount of real energy it consumes also increases.
There is always a better weapon.
The most important thing is that it has to be suitable for you.
When I choose to bid at this moment, I have other considerations of my own.
On the other side of the room, the clone of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace also sat calmly. The moment he saw the flying sword appear on the stage, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
With his level of cultivation, he obviously has a better understanding of the legendary Qifeng Taoist among the people.
However, at least the distraction period exists. Although the flying sword's grade was not bad, it still couldn't catch his eye.
Just hearing Su Twelve bid, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
'Um? This kid...is still in the mood to bid for a flying sword magic weapon? Did he really not realize the crisis, or...had another agenda? ’
A thought flashed across his mind, and the clone of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace secretly became wary.
His understanding of Su Twelve made him instantly deny the previous guess, and immediately began to analyze it silently.
Su Twelve’s intention.
On the auction stage, after hearing the bid, Yu Lingling also immediately followed the sound and looked at the room where Su Twelve was.
The first reaction was somewhat surprising.
But after reacting, his expression immediately returned to normal.
"This senior bids 110,000 yuan. Are there any other Taoist friends or seniors who want to increase the price? It is limited to ten breaths. If no one continues to increase the price, this treasure will belong to this senior."
Looking around the whole place again, a light sound like the tinkling of spring water followed.
In front of the auction, in a single private room that had previously bid one hundred thousand, a figure was lying lazily on a wicker chair.
This monk was also covered in black robes, and he was gently shaking a top-notch folding fan in his hand.
Every time the folding fan is waved, there is a strong flow of spiritual energy, bringing up the spiritual energy into his body.
Obviously, the grade of this folding fan magic weapon alone is comparable to that of the Zixia Jingtao Flying Sword on the stage.
Hearing Yu Lingling's voice, the monk suddenly folded the folding fan in his hand and glanced in the direction of Su Twelve.
"One hundred and ten thousand? It's interesting!"
After muttering quietly, the folding fan monk shook his head and did not continue to raise the price.
The folding fan monk who bid 100,000 did not continue to speak. Naturally, no other monk continued to increase his bid at the auction site.
After all, the auction has just begun, although the first treasure at the beginning is definitely not bad.
But the most important thing about this kind of auction is the final treasure.
Ten breaths of time pass with a snap of your fingers.
Seeing that no one continued to raise the price, Yu Lingling did not waste any time and immediately said, "Very good! Since no one raised the price, this treasure will be sold to this senior for the price of 110,000 low-grade spiritual crystals."
With that said, Yu Lingling looked in the direction of Su Twelve again.
