Chapter: 5527
Seeing that there was no sound of bidding at the scene, the expression on Baili Qiuling's face became more and more embarrassing, and she smiled reluctantly.
"One million and one million!"
Just when Baili Qiuling thought that no one would take the small bronze tripod, a calm and hoarse voice sounded.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the owner of the bidding voice at this moment, and found that it was a yellow-faced middle-aged man, very inconspicuous, and even his cultivation was average.
"This person must be mentally ill. This is sending money to the auction house! This kind of useless thing must be auctioned."
At the scene, many people secretly laughed at the yellow-faced middle-aged man.
And this yellow-faced middle-aged man was Zhuowen who had disguised himself.
His divine sense was far stronger than that of everyone present, and even Nasuyuan's divine sense was completely incomparable to Zhuo Wen's, so when the bronze tripod was brought out, he had checked the bronze tripod thoroughly early on.
This small bronze tripod is indeed broken enough that it is almost impossible to refine the magic pill, and it is really useless except for viewing.
But Zhuo Wen found a very obscure restriction in the small cauldron.
This restriction is very weak, even an ordinary half-step Taoist priest may not be able to discover this hidden restriction.
In addition, this small bronze tripod has something to do with the Immortal Monarch of the Pill Formation, so Zhuo Wen made up his mind to auction off this small bronze tripod.
He suspected that there must be the secret of the immortal king of the alchemy in this small bronze cauldron, and he did not want to let go of such a possibility.
As soon as Zhuo Wen's voice fell, almost no one bid, and Zhuo Wen easily won the small bronze tripod.
After he took the small bronze tripod, he was not in a hurry to undo the restriction in the small tripod, but put it away and continued to wait in the auction.
Next, the items brought out at the auction became more and more precious, and the bidding on the spot became more and more fierce.
In particular, many big shots in the VIP seats started to quote one after another. Obviously, even these big shots were tempted by the items that appeared later.
On the other hand, although there were so many monster monks in the lobby, they were almost crowded, but they all died down, and the items in the back basically did not participate in the bidding.
They also have self-knowledge. The items that appeared in the later stage of the auction are really too precious, and the price is also frighteningly high, which is simply not something they can afford.
Therefore, compared to the fiery bidding for the VIP seats, the huge lobby was much quieter.
"This is a pot for cultivating souls. It is an ancient thing. It contains mysterious power. It can conceive and nourish the soul, and it has unimaginable benefits for the soul! Although it has been broken for countless years, it is still good for the soul. Great benefit!"
"The bottom price of the Soul Cultivation Pot is 10 million Heavenly Dao origin crystals! Each increase must not be less than 100,000! Bidding starts now!"
Baili Qiuling took out a blue porcelain pot, and the surface of the pot was filled with misty green air.
Zhuo Wen looked at the soul-raising pot for a moment, and his eyes lit up. This kind of item that nourishes the soul is extremely rare, and there will be such a thing in this auction.
Zhuo Wen possesses such a domineering soul attack method as Soul Sword Intent, but every time he gathers Soul Sword Intent, it hurts his Soul very much.
Even though his soul has been transformed by the Primordial Hongmeng Stone and has become much stronger than before, the sword intent of the soul still hurts his soul greatly, and he urgently needs some means to restore his soul.
And this soul raising pot obviously fits his current situation.
As soon as the Soul Cultivation Pot appeared, those big figures in the VIP seats began bidding one after another, and the price of the Soul Cultivation Pot was suddenly pushed to the level of 20 million Heavenly Dao Origin Crystals.
The rapid increase made everyone gasp in amazement.
Zhuowen didn't bid immediately, he was waiting for a suitable opportunity.
When the price rose to 25 million, the voice of the bidding was obviously much quieter.
Obviously, the price of the Soul Cultivation Pot has been raised to such an extent that it has exceeded the budget of most monks.
"Thirty million crystals of the origin of the Dao of Heaven, I am the Poison King of Wanzong, and I hope that fellow Taoists will look at my face and give up this soul-nourishing pot to me!"
A gloomy voice suddenly sounded from one of the VIP seats, and the original bidding voice suddenly stopped. Obviously, many people in the other VIP seats were very afraid of this so-called Wanzong Poison King.
"It's actually the poison king of Wanzong! This is the most difficult casual cultivator in the demon realm. It is said that he is already the second lowest cultivation base. He will kill his younger generation, he is a ruthless, unscrupulous, half-step heaven-breaking powerhouse!"
There were people around quietly discussing, looking in awe.
Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked for an offer: "30.1 million!"
As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the auction house looked at Zhuo Wen in the lobby.
No one expected that in the lobby of the auction house, there are still monks who dare to bid. Are they looking for death?
"There are some courageous ants in the lobby!" JrNovels.com
"One million and one million!"
Just when Baili Qiuling thought that no one would take the small bronze tripod, a calm and hoarse voice sounded.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the owner of the bidding voice at this moment, and found that it was a yellow-faced middle-aged man, very inconspicuous, and even his cultivation was average.
"This person must be mentally ill. This is sending money to the auction house! This kind of useless thing must be auctioned."
At the scene, many people secretly laughed at the yellow-faced middle-aged man.
And this yellow-faced middle-aged man was Zhuowen who had disguised himself.
His divine sense was far stronger than that of everyone present, and even Nasuyuan's divine sense was completely incomparable to Zhuo Wen's, so when the bronze tripod was brought out, he had checked the bronze tripod thoroughly early on.
This small bronze tripod is indeed broken enough that it is almost impossible to refine the magic pill, and it is really useless except for viewing.
But Zhuo Wen found a very obscure restriction in the small cauldron.
This restriction is very weak, even an ordinary half-step Taoist priest may not be able to discover this hidden restriction.
In addition, this small bronze tripod has something to do with the Immortal Monarch of the Pill Formation, so Zhuo Wen made up his mind to auction off this small bronze tripod.
He suspected that there must be the secret of the immortal king of the alchemy in this small bronze cauldron, and he did not want to let go of such a possibility.
As soon as Zhuo Wen's voice fell, almost no one bid, and Zhuo Wen easily won the small bronze tripod.
After he took the small bronze tripod, he was not in a hurry to undo the restriction in the small tripod, but put it away and continued to wait in the auction.
Next, the items brought out at the auction became more and more precious, and the bidding on the spot became more and more fierce.
In particular, many big shots in the VIP seats started to quote one after another. Obviously, even these big shots were tempted by the items that appeared later.
On the other hand, although there were so many monster monks in the lobby, they were almost crowded, but they all died down, and the items in the back basically did not participate in the bidding.
They also have self-knowledge. The items that appeared in the later stage of the auction are really too precious, and the price is also frighteningly high, which is simply not something they can afford.
Therefore, compared to the fiery bidding for the VIP seats, the huge lobby was much quieter.
"This is a pot for cultivating souls. It is an ancient thing. It contains mysterious power. It can conceive and nourish the soul, and it has unimaginable benefits for the soul! Although it has been broken for countless years, it is still good for the soul. Great benefit!"
"The bottom price of the Soul Cultivation Pot is 10 million Heavenly Dao origin crystals! Each increase must not be less than 100,000! Bidding starts now!"
Baili Qiuling took out a blue porcelain pot, and the surface of the pot was filled with misty green air.
Zhuo Wen looked at the soul-raising pot for a moment, and his eyes lit up. This kind of item that nourishes the soul is extremely rare, and there will be such a thing in this auction.
Zhuo Wen possesses such a domineering soul attack method as Soul Sword Intent, but every time he gathers Soul Sword Intent, it hurts his Soul very much.
Even though his soul has been transformed by the Primordial Hongmeng Stone and has become much stronger than before, the sword intent of the soul still hurts his soul greatly, and he urgently needs some means to restore his soul.
And this soul raising pot obviously fits his current situation.
As soon as the Soul Cultivation Pot appeared, those big figures in the VIP seats began bidding one after another, and the price of the Soul Cultivation Pot was suddenly pushed to the level of 20 million Heavenly Dao Origin Crystals.
The rapid increase made everyone gasp in amazement.
Zhuowen didn't bid immediately, he was waiting for a suitable opportunity.
When the price rose to 25 million, the voice of the bidding was obviously much quieter.
Obviously, the price of the Soul Cultivation Pot has been raised to such an extent that it has exceeded the budget of most monks.
"Thirty million crystals of the origin of the Dao of Heaven, I am the Poison King of Wanzong, and I hope that fellow Taoists will look at my face and give up this soul-nourishing pot to me!"
A gloomy voice suddenly sounded from one of the VIP seats, and the original bidding voice suddenly stopped. Obviously, many people in the other VIP seats were very afraid of this so-called Wanzong Poison King.
"It's actually the poison king of Wanzong! This is the most difficult casual cultivator in the demon realm. It is said that he is already the second lowest cultivation base. He will kill his younger generation, he is a ruthless, unscrupulous, half-step heaven-breaking powerhouse!"
There were people around quietly discussing, looking in awe.
Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked for an offer: "30.1 million!"
As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the auction house looked at Zhuo Wen in the lobby.
No one expected that in the lobby of the auction house, there are still monks who dare to bid. Are they looking for death?
"There are some courageous ants in the lobby!" JrNovels.com
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