The auctioneer did not provide any other description of the purple branch.
During the two or three minutes after his words fell, there was no sound.
In the Chess Saint Secret Realm, there are a total of 361 formation eyes that can be obtained, but no more than 230 pieces can be actually conquered, and because of the special nature of the realm formation eyes, they cannot be sold.
But the fact that the 2-17 Realm Formation Eyes can appear here must have been approved by the official. At the same time, using zero grams as the starting price has other meanings. You must be cautious when bidding.
"Twenty grams."
It's still the sweet girl's voice in Box 7.
For many auction items, Box 7 bid first, but not many were bought in the end. He seemed to be a rigorous businessman with a strict standard value line. He would not hesitate to bid when the price was lower than the standard, and would not hesitate to bid when it exceeded the standard. Abandoned like worn out shoes.
Of course, the practitioners present all understand that 20 grams is just the beginning.
"Twenty-two grams."
"Twenty-three grams."
The price was high, but it was said quite casually, because no one expected to get a formation with this figure.
In the blink of an eye, the auction price reached 30 grams.
"Fifty grams."
The extremely faint tone actually sounded in the first floor, and the location came from the center.
Chiyun did not stay in the box, but chose to stay on the first floor. However, more than twenty practitioners surrounded him, making it easy for Chiyun to stand in an open area.
Before that, he didn't make any bids and just waited silently.
But now, after Chiyun's words fell, both the venue on the first floor and the box on the second floor fell into silence.
Although the gap between the rich and the poor is not too outrageous, and the practitioners who can participate in the auction have been screened.
In this case, 5 or 6 grams of spiritual stones in the venue may be able to be taken out, but 20 grams is also difficult in the eyes of some boxes.
And 50 grams... is almost more than the monthly subsidy given to some sects by the Special Academy.
But just when the practitioners thought the dust was about to settle, a somewhat careless voice suddenly came from the corner of the venue.
"50.001 grams."
The bidders in the venue were immediately stunned.
Because of the special nature of the 2-17 Realm Eyes, there is indeed no minimum price limit.
But you deliberately shouted only 1 mg more, what do you mean?
But as the auctioneer repeated it, it showed that he had recognized the price.
"60 grams." Chiyun's voice was still very light.
"60.001 grams." The careless voice continued, and each time it was shouted at the last moment before the auctioneer was about to confirm.
"70 grams."
"70.001 grams."
Chiyun raised the price a little slower, his expression was slightly moved, and then his voice was no longer so calm.
"100 g."
Not to mention the venue on the first floor, but also the private room on the second floor, when I heard the price of 100 grams, my breathing stopped.
The practitioners in the field all looked sideways, and when they saw it was Chi Yun, they all knew it.
It is said that the founder and manager of the camp sales hall brought a huge amount of resources into the secret realm. Thinking of the leader of their sect, a single strengthening talisman that can be used casually costs 300 grams of spiritual stones. This 100 grams does not seem to be too much.
The man standing next to Chiyun frowned, "100 grams, isn't it..."
Chiyun put his hands behind his back and said, "I will make up for the excess myself."
The man next to him still sighed, but said no more.
With the auctioneer confirming for the second time, the hammer is ready for the third time.
However, that careless, even lazy voice appeared again.
"100.001 grams."
As soon as the words fell, the venue suddenly fell into an even more terrifying silence.
Chiyun narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned around, with his hands behind his back ready to leave, and at the same time ordered:
"Go and see if he has enough spiritual stones. If so, give them to him."
"Remember, we have other work, don't delay the business."
"Okay," the man who stayed in the field nodded slightly, and then waved to the other followers, "Let's go over and take a look."
The venue was a bit crowded, because some practitioners who did not have enough 2 grams of spiritual stones wanted to come in, and the assisting staff could not stop them, so it was still a bit difficult to move over.
The auctioneer waited with a smile.
"Sorry, please give way." The man said politely.
The girl holding the number plate in front of her, biting her nails, and looking a little distracted, was startled, and then hurriedly stepped aside and said, "Ah, I'm sorry."
…
“We won’t ask for more than 100 grams, but if you can’t get it out, give it a try!”
When he heard the extremely humiliating bid of 100.001 grams, the man in the middle of the venue immediately stood on his head and shouted angrily.
Then he forcibly shook out his cultivation, and the terrifying pressure of the realm instantly hit the corner.
The cultivators around him suddenly became frightened.
Turns out to be a D-level practitioner? !
Its terrifying aura made the practitioners behind feel suffocated.
But that lazy voice actually dared to yawn.
"Oh, then...200 grams?"
"What?!" The man who was still furious was stunned.
"Then...300 grams?" The lazy voice seemed to be asking him.
The cultivators around him were a little confused.
Is that guy... raising the price for himself?
"Or 400 grams?"
"Forget it, let's put it all together, just one pound."
The practitioners in the field were all stunned.
A pound?
catty? !
"All the auction items just now didn't add up to 500 grams, right?" The cultivators were talking about it, their eyes full of disbelief.
And this is... the price he raised himself?
"Looking for death!" the furious male roared, and with a wave of his arms, the innocent cultivators around him fell down one after another, and then he stepped straight away in the direction of Luo Jin.
Seeing this, the vicious gang of young men also followed closely.
Wherever they went, the crowded people tried their best to get out of the way. After all, no one wanted to be slapped by a D-level powerhouse.
At this moment, in the corner, there was a chubby boy who was about to pee with fear, and cold sweat and weak sweat were flowing down his forehead.
"You are really my brother. I can withstand 100 grams. Let's just find a place to bury 500 grams." The chubby boy cried.
Even if he is the only child of the third generation of the second aristocratic family in the capital, he cannot carry more than 300 grams of spiritual stones into the secret realm.
And this is because his father is afraid that his grandfather will know, otherwise he will not even be able to give him 300 grams of spiritual stones, and he will have to roll his naked butt into the secret realm to experience.
But he really didn't expect that just after he patted his chest and said you can bid as you like, his brother would do a 500-gram job.
Oh yes, 500 grams, one pound!
What's the condition? It's based on weight?
My own family has close ties with the Chen family, so no one dares to play like this.
If his grandfather, who is still outside the Pure Land, knows, then it doesn't matter how much he weighs, and if his grandfather crushes this secret realm, he can get the spiritual stone in for him.
But the problem is that if his father knows that he is engaging in the playboy trick, then his father can crush the secret realm and himself together.
The chubby boy became more and more desperate as he thought about it. What evil had he done?
We agreed that brothers should go together if we have something to do, but don't go into the coffin!
(End of chapter)
