"This is the Cloud Riding Wings. It can double the speed of anyone below the Saint level. Even if a Saint level cultivator uses it, their speed will be greatly increased."
The old man on the auction stage smiled and said, "The starting price is 1,000 drops of spirit liquid."
Hearing this short introduction, the whole place couldn't help but burst into an uproar.
This thing could actually increase one's speed by so much!
In the Bloodshed Grounds, all sorts of battles were simply common occurrences, and ambushes and ambushes weren't strange at all.
Which force didn't have an enemy force?
No one could guarantee that they wouldn't be ambushed or killed at any time. At such a time, if there was such a thing, it would simply increase their chances of survival!
That sudden increase in speed was often enough to shake off the enemy or catch up with one's target.
This Cloud Rider Wings was simply the best item for killing and robbing, as well as for protecting one's life!
When Qin Yichen saw this item, a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes. However, he was not interested in exchanging a thousand drops of spiritual liquid for something like this.
Lei Yunyou also glanced at him indifferently before withdrawing her gaze in a bored manner.
Both of them were extremely fast. Moreover, at their level, the effect of borrowing this kind of external force was almost negligible.
They really didn't care for this kind of thing.
"One thousand and fifty!"
However, Qin Yichen's group's lack of interest didn't represent the others. After all, who wouldn't want something like this in the Land of Blood?
"One thousand one hundred!"
"One thousand three hundred!"
In just a few minutes, the price of the Cloud Riding Wings had risen from a thousand to a thousand and five hundred. At this moment, the voices of people bidding gradually weakened. After all, a thousand and five hundred spiritual liquid wasn't a small sum. There were even some small forces in the Bloody Lands who were willing to pay for it.
They couldn't take out this amount of wealth.
"One thousand eight hundred! Who dares to snatch it from me again? I'll destroy him! "
Suddenly, a shout rang out in the midst of such a fight.
Many experts frowned when they heard the voice. They looked towards the source of the voice with some displeasure.
That direction was actually at the corner of the auction hall.
In such an inconspicuous position, to be able to call out a price of one thousand eight hundred was indeed somewhat unexpected. However, to dare to say such arrogant words in such a place, it was simply purposely drawing hatred!
"That's … Prince Ning Lang?!"
When the crowd saw a ruthless face, their expressions changed abruptly. The two experts from the other forces who wanted to continue bidding shut their mouths resentfully.
The Ning Family was an existence second only to the Tong Family. After Ning Lang made such a threat, those who still wanted to compete with him were simply asking for trouble.
In the Land of Blood, the Ning Family and the Tong Family's strength were enough to crush ordinary forces. Moreover, as long as they didn't go overboard, the Blood Mane Tribe would turn a blind eye. After all, these two families' Families were more useful to them...
In the end, the price of the Wings of the Clouds also stopped at 1,800. No one added a drop of spirit liquid to the price.
"Prince Ning Lang, if you continue to threaten us maliciously and break the auction's rules, we have no choice but to ask you to leave!"
The auctioneer on the stage shouted in displeasure when he saw that the Cloud Riding Wings, which could have at least doubled its price, was sold at such a low price.
However, Ning Lang sneered in response to the auctioneer's threat. His face was filled with disdain.
After revealing his identity, there was no need for him to threaten anymore. As long as he had his eyes on an item, how many forces would dare to compete with him?
Moreover, in the auction hall of the Tong Family, according to the rules, the Tong Family would not participate in the bidding.
Seeing Ning Lang's reaction, the auctioneer on the stage's face darkened slightly. He couldn't wait to chase this fellow away.
However, in the end, he resisted the urge to chase the latter away. After taking a deep breath, the auctioneer continued, "Next, the second auction item!"
Under countless expectant gazes, the auction continued like a raging fire.
Auction items continued to appear one after another. Although not every item could be compared to the Wings of the Clouds, they were still considered rare items. Therefore, the atmosphere in the auction venue was extremely intense.
However, during this time, Ning Lang opened his mouth and called out a few bids. In fact, when an item appeared, he only raised the price by a little. No one dared to compete with him. Under the auctioneer's gloomy gaze, the item was taken away by him.
At this moment, the auctioneer on the stage took out another item. It was a sparkling jade box. Inside the jade box, there was a scarlet flower. Above the flower, there was a mist lingering around it. Faintly, there was a peculiar fluctuation surging around it.
"This is a Soul Devouring Flower. It was taken from the Land of Massacre. If an alchemist refines it, his Mental Energy will definitely increase by a lot."
When he heard this item, Qin Yichen's faintly shut eyes slowly opened. There was a hint of interest in his eyes as he looked towards the jade box on the stage.
There weren't many people who were interested in this item that was useful to Mental Energy. Furthermore, many people knew that it wasn't easy to refine this Soul Devouring Flower. Especially since it was born from the Land of Massacre. If an ordinary alchemist wasn't careful, his consciousness would be devoured by it!
Therefore, there weren't many people competing for this item. After a few rounds, the price finally stopped at 150 Spiritual Liquid.
Qin Yichen was also waiting. When he saw that it was about time, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "200 Spiritual Liquid."
This price had increased by a quarter in an instant. It wasn't low. Immediately, many factions began to give up. When Qin Yichen raised the price to 300 Spiritual Liquid, the remaining competitor also chose to give up.
"300 Spiritual Liquid going once. Is there anyone else who wants to increase the price?"
The old man scanned his surroundings as his powerful voice rang out.
The entire auction hall was silent. However, just as everyone was preparing to move on to the next item, a sneer suddenly rang out.
"500 Spiritual Liquid!"
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