Chapter 432
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Thinking about it, there was nothing strange about this. If a Yuanying cultivator were to restrain their spiritual Qi fluctuations, the Core Formation cultivators present wouldn't be able to detect them. Even if they did, they wouldn't dare to reveal it and could only stay far away.
The black-robed man from the He Huan Sect indifferently said, "The highest bidder wins. If you two Fellow Daoists can't take out more spirit stones, then the Black Blood Sword will belong to Fairy Hong Luo." From his words, it seemed he knew Young Woman F.
The fat blue-robed old man rolled his eyes and said, "Hmph, the Old Man bids one hundred and forty thousand spirit stones."
The thin middle-aged man expressionlessly said, "I bid one hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones."
"Hehe, since you two Fellow Daoists are so interested, then I'll accompany you to the end! However, there's no point in raising the price bit by bit. Two hundred thousand spirit stones. If you two Fellow Daoists can offer more, then I'll leave. "Young Woman F rolled her eyes and said with a smile.
Hearing the bid of two hundred thousand spirit stones, the blue-robed old man frowned. This price had already exceeded his bottom line, but he was unwilling to give up. The black-robed man was a renowned tool refiner of the He Huan Sect. The magic treasures he refined were bound to be extraordinary.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said, "Two hundred and ten thousand."
Hearing the middle-aged man's bid, Young Woman F didn't hesitate and turned around. She stamped her foot on the ground and flew out of the auction house in a streak of red light.
The black-robed man looked at the blue-robed old man and calmly said, "Fellow Daoist Dongfang, Fellow Daoist Ximen bids two hundred and ten thousand spirit stones. If you don't have a higher bid, then the Black Blood Sword will belong to Fellow Daoist Ximen."
"I bid two hundred and twenty thousand spirit stones. If Fellow Daoist Ximen can take out more spirit stones, then the Black Blood Sword will belong to Fellow Daoist Ximen." The blue-robed old man's expression wavered for a moment before his eyes flashed with determination and he spoke in a deep voice.
"Two hundred and thirty thousand." The middle-aged man slightly lowered his voice and added ten thousand spirit stones.
"Hmph, if the Old Man can't take out more Spirit Stones, then the Black Blood Sword will be yours. But I want to see if you can take out that many Spirit Stones." The blue-robed old man lightly snorted and said with some doubt.
Two hundred thousand spirit stones was not a small sum for a Yuanying cultivator, not to mention that the other party was just a rogue cultivator. He did not believe that the other party could take out so many spirit stones.
"Fellow Daoist Guan, according to the rules of your auction, if you don't have enough spirit stones, you can use materials to bid on the spot, right?" The middle-aged man frowned and calmly asked the black-robed man.
"Of course." The black-robed man nodded.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man stroked the white wooden table with his sleeve. A piece of white bone and a green wooden box appeared on the wooden table.
The black-robed man nodded and opened the green wooden box. Inside were some green grains of sand that emitted a G of pure wood spirit Qi.
"Yi, the Spirit Bone of a grade seven demon beast. Grade seven demon beasts are rare. I heard that Fellow Daoist Ximen once entered the Fallen Immortal Valley. Could it be that this grade seven demon beast's Spirit Bone was brought out by Fellow Daoist Ximen?" The blue-robed old man exclaimed in surprise.
Hearing the words "Fallen Immortal Valley," the black-robed man's expression stirred and he looked at the middle-aged man with suspicion.
"I don't think there is a need for me to tell Fellow Daoist!" The middle-aged man's expression did not change and he calmly said.
Hearing this, the blue-robed old man's eyes flashed with anger. The middle-aged man was the same as him, an early Yuanying cultivator. Furthermore, the middle-aged man's abilities could faintly restrain his cultivation method. There was nothing he could do.
The middle-aged man nodded to the black-robed man and his lips slightly moved.
The man in the black robe nodded. He glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "You have heard it too. This Spirit Bone is from a seventh rank demon beast. As for the green wooden box, it contains the Green Gang Sand. It has a minimum of five kilograms. These two items will be auctioned separately. The base price for each item is ten thousand spirit stones. Each bid must not be less than three thousand spirit stones."
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