There was a thin vest in the display case.
The auctioneer introduced: "This is a defensive weapon made from centuries-old silk. It is called Bingshang Yuyi. It is invulnerable to those below the peak of Nascent Soul. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. The size can be changed according to the body shape."
"The starting price is 50,000 high-grade spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 2,000 high-grade spiritual stones."
After speaking, people in the audience rushed to bid.
"I wonder how many high-grade spiritual stones our elixirs can sell for, and whether we can buy this ice-sleeved feather coat." Lin Yun murmured.
Chen Qianchao smiled and said, "Junior sister, you have underestimated the value of a sixth-grade elixir. One high-grade sixth-grade elixir can sell tens of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones, let alone a top-grade elixir."
"As far as I know, there are thousands of alchemy cultivators in the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, and there are only four sixth-grade alchemists. The value of sixth-grade elixirs can be imagined."
"How many are there in the seventh, eighth and ninth grades?"
"There are two in the seventh grade, namely the First Elder and the Second Elder of the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect. There is only one in the eighth grade, and that is Ling Xiao, the current leader of the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect."
"There is no ninth-grade alchemist?"
"It's not easy to become a ninth-grade alchemist. Talent in alchemy and cultivation are indispensable. Otherwise, your life span will be exhausted before you can refine the ninth-grade elixir. Since several ninth-grade alchemists died one after another thousands of years ago, Jiuyuan Then there will never be a ninth-grade alchemist again."
He sighed: "In the classical records of the war between immortals and demons ten thousand years ago, countless strong men fell, many high-level techniques and elixir recipes were destroyed, and the world of cultivation suffered unprecedented heavy losses, and it took ten thousand years to recover. That’s how we are now.”
"But compared with the world of cultivation ten thousand years ago, it is far behind."
Lin Yun crossed his fingers together in front of his eyes, then pointed at him and said: "Third senior brother, I have opened my heavenly eyes, and you will be the first ninth-grade alchemist in Jiuyuan Continent in thousands of years!"
He rarely joked: "If I can really become a ninth-grade alchemist, I will call you grandma."
"What a great grandson, you decide to call me grandma."
During the conversation, the price has soared to 80,000 high-grade spiritual stones.
Lin Yun cleared his throat and shouted: "Eighty-two thousand."
Discussions started immediately.
"What's the situation? Why do people at the top take action? Although Bingshang Yuyi is good, in their eyes it should be regarded as an ordinary magic weapon."
"The voice sounds very young. It may be that the genius of some sect or family wants to take pictures for fun."
"Hey, we don't have a share in their attack. We should keep the spirit stone to see if we can get a sixth-grade elixir."
"The Dan Lei landed in that box just now. Is he the genius of the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect?"
"It is very likely that two of the elders from the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect who came this time are sixth-grade alchemists."
The auctioneer on the stage was also stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal: "Eighty-two thousand times, who else wants to bid?"
"Ninety thousand!" came a male voice with gritted teeth.
Lin Yun raised his eyebrows when he heard this voice. It seemed that the other party recognized her voice that was as beautiful as a lark.
"One hundred thousand."
"One hundred and ten thousand."
"One hundred twenty thousand."
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
Su Zichen stood up and put his hands on his hips: "Little junior sister, it seems that this Mu Feng is at odds with us."
"He's rich?"
"Mu Feng belongs to the Mu family, one of the eight major families. His family owns a spiritual mine, and he is the legitimate son of the Mu family. He has used this status to show off in the past."
"It turns out to be the second generation Xiu."
"One hundred and fifty thousand, is anyone raising the price?" The auctioneer looked towards the room where Lin Yun was.
"Lin Yun, you can't beat me. Even if you know how to make elixirs, it doesn't matter. If you have more elixirs, I have more spiritual stones." Mu Feng opened the window and revealed his proud face.
"Unless you can refine a hundred pills today, I will never let you take a picture of anything!"
"The spiritual plants you gathered from your broken sect have already been refined."
Lin Yun looked at the light screen and found that he was in the room on the opposite side of the floor. Now that they were named by him, the entire auction house now knew who they were.
This bitch.
With a wave of her sleeves, the window opened, and her figure flashed in front of the window: "It's you, your general is defeated. I'll pay you 160,000."
At the same time, in one of the rooms on the second floor, a man stared at the small white face on the light screen with his eyes wide open, and the tea cup in his hand was crushed to pieces.
"Two hundred thousand," Mu Feng heard those four words, and hatred burst out in his eyes.
"Twenty-one thousand"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand"
"Mu Feng, don't bully others too much!" Lin Yun clenched his right fist and smashed it on the window edge, glaring at him.
If the people in the room hadn't seen her right leg shaking happily, they would have almost believed that she was really angry.
Someone is going to be unlucky~
Mu Feng raised his chin and said, "You are the one who is being bullied. What can you do to me?"
She bit her lip: "Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
"Three..." He was about to bid when he was interrupted by the middle-aged man on the side.
"Young Master, you can't bid any more. Bingshang Yuyi is not worth spending so many spiritual stones. If the master of the house knows about it, he will blame the young master."
"Don't use your father to pressure me. When will it be your turn as a housekeeper to dictate my affairs?" After Mu Feng finished speaking, he continued to bid: "Three hundred thousand."
"Lin Yun, if you kneel down and beg me now, I will consider giving you the Bingshang Yuyi."
"In my dream, even if I exchange all the elixirs for Bingshang Yuyi, I won't give in easily." Lin Yun closed her eyes and mustered up the courage to speak: "Three hundred and ten thousand."
When Mu Feng saw her expression, he gave a contemptuous smile. It seemed that he was about to reach his limit: "Three hundred and fifty thousand."
"Three hundred and sixty thousand."
"Young Master, no!"
"Shut up! I'll give you 400,000 yuan." Mu Feng felt a sense of revenge when he saw the anger and unwillingness in those eyes.
"Fifty-one million."
"Six hundred thousand," he blurted out without thinking.
Lin Yun's body swayed, his face turned pale, and he lowered his head in despair: "You win."
The auctioneer calmed down his excitement: "Six hundred thousand high-grade spiritual stones once, six hundred thousand twice, six hundred thousand three times, deal done!"
"Boom!"
The hammer struck hard, the final word struck.
"Congratulations, Young Master Mu, the Bingshang Feather Clothes is yours."
Mu Feng put his hands on his hips and felt extremely happy: "You still want to compete with me, but you are overestimating your own capabilities."
Lin Yun had a look of defeat on his face. He shook his hands and closed the window, blocking the outside view for a second. The defeat on his face and the unwillingness and helplessness in his eyes were all gone.
Like an excited horse, he ran to the chair and sat down. He crossed his legs and said, "Da Sha Bi is easy to deceive."
"It's just a hundred pills, just sprinkle it with water. No matter how much you like it, it's not worth paying for a hundred pills."
Pei Zhi said: "If Mu Feng knew the truth, he would probably be pissed to death by you."
"What a pleasure!" Chen Qianchao picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"How can only six hundred thousand be enough? Brother and sister, you will see the opportunity to bid and risk your life. Mu Feng is in high spirits and will not let go of any chance to win against us."
"Okay!" they said in unison.
Everyone's eyes were shining with excitement.
As expected by Lin Yun, Mu Feng wanted to grab all the items they bid for.
But in order not to make him suspicious, he took several items at intervals, and they were all items they needed.
And now Pei Zhi is bidding with him on a fan with a hidden weapon.
Shaking the folding fan in his hand, he said regretfully: "I have a fan for fanning, so I'll give this to you."
The auctioneer waited for a short while, confirmed that no one bid, and then said: "One hundred thousand high-grade spiritual stones once, one hundred thousand twice, one hundred thousand three times, the deal is done! Congratulations to Young Master Mu again."
Mu Feng did not completely lose his mind. The subsequent bids were no longer tens of thousands or tens of thousands like the first time, but were only a little higher each time.
The man standing next to Mu Feng had an anxious look on his face: "Young Master, we have very few of the one million high-grade spiritual stones left. These are the spiritual stones used to make the seventh-grade longevity pill!"
The auction is coming to an end and it's Shou Yuan Dan's turn. What should we do?
"It's just the spirit stone. What are you afraid of? I'll take the picture first and then order someone to send the spirit stone over." Mu Feng suddenly saw Pei Zhi's smiling face flashing behind him.
Why could Lin Yun still laugh when his things were robbed? He lowered his eyes and recalled the whole process. The more he thought about it, the uglier his face became.
"You did it on purpose!" Mu Feng punched the wall, his face so dark that ink almost dripped from his face.
