"The starting price is one hundred yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones!"
Along with the female cultivator's voice, the distinguished guests in the box began to bid. The people in the hall who were still in full swing now became quiet. This was not money they could afford.
Not to mention a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones.
Even if it is ten pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones, they may not be able to get them, because although there is a certain exchange ratio between medium-grade spiritual stones and low-grade spiritual stones, no one really thinks that the two are of equal value.
Just like a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones are not as good as one high-grade spiritual stone.
After the starting price was given, someone in the box called for a price——
"two hundred."
"two hundred thirty."
"three hundred!"
…
After all, it is a sword pill that can create a master of swordsmanship. The big forces in the box are quite interested in it, and the bids are also good.
Feng Qingwu frowned slightly and clicked on the spar with his fingers.
"Five hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."
For a moment, the store became quiet. No one expected that someone would directly raise the price by two hundred. These two hundred mid-grade spiritual stones were extraordinary. A small force only had so many in a whole year.
At the same time, in another box.
The few remaining Han family members looked at each other in shock.
"Young Master Han was indeed damaged by that sword, and his Taoist heart was damaged. He was taken back by Elder Han Xiang. What should we do..."
"Without Elder Han Xiang's golden elixir stage, we are only in the foundation-building stage. Even if we can really capture the heart of the spiritual vein, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of this Huacheng, and we will have to risk our lives in it."
One of them looked troubled.
As soon as he heard that he was about to lose his life, the other person immediately said: "Why don't we forget it. If we film it without protecting it, we will really be blamed by the family, so don't film it."
"Okay, okay, damn...it's all Feng Qingwu's fault!"
For a moment, everyone was filled with resentment. Suddenly one person thought of something and said, "Did Master Han say that Feng Qingwu is very interested in Jianwan, and it seems that he is bound to win it?"
"She is a sword cultivator, of course."
Only then did they realize that the person who had just bid 500 medium-grade spiritual stones and overwhelmed the whole audience was...
Although the voice had been processed, Feng Qingwu cared so much about Jianwan that as long as she came, he would definitely take action!
"No, we can't buy it, and she will have to bleed heavily!"
At this moment, the auction is in the center of the sales floor.
The female cultivator looked at the box above the circle and said again: "Five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones once, five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones -"
Before she could finish speaking, a voice came.
"Seven hundred middle-grade spiritual stones!"
For a moment, the whole place was in an uproar.
Feng Qingwu couldn't help but frown, her face darkened.
Jiang Zicheng said even more nervously: "Senior Sister, the price is too high, or... or forget it!"
"That's Jianwan. Do you want Senior Sister to give up?"
At this time, Xia Tao glanced at it and said angrily that she would be happy to see Feng Qingwu and the buyer raise the price. If Feng Qingwu really gave up, she would not be able to see her bleeding.
Adhering to the idea that "it's okay if Feng Qingwu is unlucky", Xia Tao hopes that she will be tricked as much as possible!
When Jiang Zicheng heard this, his expression became solemn.
"I have no intention of letting Senior Sister give up."
"I'm just saying that we can wait until they take the photo and then rob it, so that Senior Sister doesn't have to waste money."
This is quite natural.
Feng Qingwu couldn't help but look at him:...Good boy, I didn't expect you to be like this under your silly appearance.
But Feng Qingwu didn't say anything, but spoke again.
"Five top-grade spiritual stones."
The casual cultivators in the hall have fallen silent. Even if they can get the middle-grade spiritual stones, they will never be able to get the high-grade spiritual stones.
But at this moment, a sarcastic voice came from the Han family's box: "Are you crazy? Five high-grade spiritual stones are only five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones. My bid is seven hundred!"
"Can you afford it? Poor guys who can't afford it should get out of the guest's box as soon as possible!"
Sensing the malice in it, Feng Qingwu couldn't help but chuckle.
But after she stopped smiling, the look in her eyes instantly turned cold. She thought it was just an ordinary auction, but——
It seems like someone is looking for trouble.
Feng Qingwu's mind suddenly moved, and he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly hooked his fingertips at Jiang Zicheng, and he quickly stepped forward.
"What's wrong, senior sister?"
"you go……"
Feng Qingwu whispered a few words in a low voice.
And Jiang Zicheng nodded repeatedly.
After she finished speaking, Jiang Zicheng immediately trotted out of the box, leaving Xia Tao and Chen Shi beside him confused.
What's going on?
But Feng Qingwu had no intention of explaining. Instead, he stood up directly, opened the heavy curtain, and walked onto the small terrace.
The sudden sound alarmed the people in the store.
They looked up subconsciously.
Then I saw a slender figure in a green robe appearing on the terrace. It was a very soft color, which made the girl's eyebrows as gentle as nephrite, and her eyes were filled with watery waves.
But at her waist, there was a long sword slung across her body.
Underneath the softness, there is a hidden edge.
I saw her placing the cub in her arms on the railing of the small terrace, gently stroking it with her slender white jade fingertips.
This was the first time that the people in the box appeared in everyone's sight. The casual cultivators in the hall were stunned for a while.
But Feng Qingwu raised his eyes and looked at the Han family's box.
"One high-grade spiritual stone is exchanged for one hundred medium-grade spiritual stones."
"The fact that you can say this and take it seriously only shows that your knowledge is not worthy of your current box."
Her smile was gentle and her tone of voice was softer than the spring breeze.
But what he said was particularly heartbreaking.
Feng Qingwu raised his eyes to look at the female cultivator on the field and chuckled: "I'll bid five yuan for high-grade spiritual stones. You can ask the manager."
"Okay, okay..."
The female cultivator nodded quickly.
When the Han family in the box saw that things did not develop as they had expected, their faces turned pale: "Can't you Duobao Pavilion not calculate the exchange ratio for spiritual stones!"
"Okay, don't be embarrassed."
But Feng Qingwu directly interrupted: "I think many people in the box know me, right? I, Feng Qingwu, think that I have just arrived in Huacheng not long ago, and I don't think I have any enemies. The only possibility is..."
"Gongcheng Han family, it must be you."
She paused and looked at the box coldly.
After a brief silence, the curtain of the box was opened, and what appeared on the terrace was a gloomy-looking Han family member.
It was the person following Han Xiang.
Feng Qingwu raised her eyebrows, and seeing the expression on his face that he wanted to kill her, she knew that her plan was successful.
As expected, the man cursed——
"After using such despicable methods, Feng Qingwu, we are at odds with each other. Do you think you can get the sword pill so easily?"
"No way, don't even think about it!"
