"Since senior brother needs it, just take it. Whatever spiritual stone you want." Yun Chuchu put the storage bag in front of Su Che.
She also wants to ask for the spiritual stone of her senior brother, how ignorant she is.
"It's just that I'll give the longevity fruit to Senior Brother later."
The space is merging, and it will probably take half a day to complete.
"Keep it, this longevity fruit was bought by the elder brother, and the spirit stone is also his." Su Che threw it back to her.
"oh."
So she accepted it.
"Next is the forty-fourth item, a bottle of Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, about twenty drops, which can be used by any monk. It has no side effects. After taking it, it will help the monks break through their cultivation and bottlenecks. All Taoist friends are welcome to bid enthusiastically. The bidding starts. The price is 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 1,000 low-grade spiritual stones. The bidding begins."
As soon as the purple-clothed old man finished speaking, all the monks in the room were shocked. Ten thousand years of spiritual milk, it is a magical elixir.
It only takes one drop to allow a monk in the late stage of Qi training to directly break through to Foundation Establishment without the need for a Foundation Establishment Pill.
For just a moment, the bidders were bidding like crazy.
"Fifty thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
"Sixty thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
"One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
…
"One million low-grade spiritual stones."
The bids ebb and flow.
Even Su Che was eager to give it a try, gearing up and preparing to bid.
Wu Hao, who had been sitting with no interest in anything, stood up and came to the window, his eyes fixed on the bottle of ten thousand years of spiritual milk.
There was excitement in his eyes.
"Three million low-grade spiritual stones." The competition in the private room began, and someone on the tenth floor made a bid.
"Three and a half million low-grade spiritual stones." Another private room on the tenth floor.
Ninth floor: "Four million low-grade spiritual stones."
Third floor: "Four and a half million low-grade spiritual stones."
Tenth floor: "Six million spiritual stones."
"Hey, Patriarch Cangwu has taken action." Su Che looked at the private room where the voice came from, which was Patriarch Cangwu's private room.
"Then will Senior Brother still bid?" Wu Hao asked.
"Well, Ancestor Cangwu made a bid, so he is bound to win. My ancestor has been stuck in the late stage of divine transformation for a long time. He needs this ten thousand-year spiritual milk, but my ancestor also needs it."
Su Che sighed, he was too happy too early and did not dare to compete with Patriarch Cang Wu, otherwise he would be cut down.
After Patriarch Cangwu bid, Su Che and Wu Hao lost interest and sat back to eat the spiritual fruit.
Yun Chuchu watched it with gusto, and her blood boiled when she heard the number of spiritual stones.
It’s cool to have spiritual stones.
There are no spirit stones participating in the bidding, so it is a blessing to see this rare scene.
At this time, the auction price has reached 10 million low-grade spiritual stones, and the ancestors on the tenth floor are competing for it.
The price instantly reached 15 million low-grade spiritual stones.
"Twenty million low-grade spiritual stones." Cang Wu offered a high price.
"Humph, Brother Cangwu is really rich and powerful." A voice sounded.
"Brother Tianjian doesn't want to give in too much, hahaha... Old man, let's see what's going on under our hands." Cang Wu retorted back unwilling to be outdone. That old man from the Sword Sect was really annoying, and he was afraid that he didn't know it was Cang Wu.
Is he afraid of him? He's afraid of a hammer. They are both in the late stage of divine transformation. If they really have to fight, he may not lose.
What about the sword cultivator? His magical powers are not limited to those of a vegetarian, so let him slash him with a sword?
"It's really unfriendly for you two to fight each other when they meet. Come to the Hehuan Sect of the slave family and let the slave family calm down the anger between the two eldest brothers."
A soft voice sounded, making people's hearts flutter.
"You old witch, when did your taste become so strong?" An ambiguous male voice sounded.
"Old man Happy, it's none of your business. Stop meddling in my business." Hua Qian'er's tone changed and she said in a vicious voice.
"Hua Qian'er, I'm doing this for your own good. You can also get involved with that old boy from the Sword Sect. He won't kill you with a single sword blow."
Huan Xuan said angrily, this damn woman was his brother and sister in the early years, and the two even became a monk couple, but the good times did not last long, and the conflict between the two deepened day by day.
Eventually the two parted ways.
Hua Qian'er went to establish the Hehuan Sect and specifically seduced the male disciples of the Huanxi Sect. After seducing him, she kicked him.
"It's none of your business, I'm happy with it."
"You... are stubborn. One day you will regret it." Huan Xuan gritted his teeth, and a dog bit Lu Dongbin. He didn't know a good heart.
"Seniors, this is the auction of Linglong Pavilion. If you have anything to say, you can talk privately. Please don't affect everyone's bidding."
The old man in purple was very angry when he heard that the auction venue had become a place for people to discuss housework. Did he really not take Linglong Pavilion seriously?
After hearing what the old man in purple said, Huanxi and Hua Qian'er quickly shut up. They had really forgotten what kind of place this was. Could it be the place where they went wild?
The auction ensues with bidding.
The old man in purple reminded: "Twenty million low-grade spiritual stones once."
After he finished speaking, someone on the tenth floor made another bid: "Twenty-two million low-grade spiritual stones."
"Twenty-five million low-grade spiritual stones."
"Thirty million low-grade spiritual stones."
"Thirty-eight million low-grade spiritual stones."
…
When Yun Chuchu heard the price, her mouth swelled.
"Hey, our Cangwu Ancestor is awesome. He beats the Sword Sect every time." Su Che smiled unkindly after hearing the bidding.
If Patriarch Cangwu bids for the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, he will surely be promoted to the Great Perfection of Divine Transformation, and the strength of Wuhua Sect will be enhanced again.
"Elder brother, do you think Patriarch Cangwu can compete with so many Patriarchs of Transformation Gods?" Wu Hao asked worriedly.
"Why can't we fight? Let's help our ancestors."
"How to help?"
"Hey, come here." Su Che waved to Wu Hao.
"We are like this..."
"Junior sister, just look at it, there is no need to participate." Su Che said again.
Yun Chuchu nodded. She really couldn't get involved in such a highest-level bidding.
She just watched the show quietly.
At this time, the bidding came to 50 million low-grade spiritual stones.
"Fifty million and one thousand low-grade spiritual stones." Wu Hao pressed the bidding button.
"Hey, the man on the fifth floor is bidding again. He dares to get involved at this level."
"Why don't you dare? As long as you have a spiritual stone, you are fine. If you have a spiritual stone, you are the uncle. Who doesn't like ten thousand years of spiritual milk? Linglong Pavilion only recognizes spiritual stones and not people."
"If I had a spiritual stone, I would also take pictures. Unfortunately, my spiritual stone is only a fraction of others."
"Hehehe... each other."
Everyone was whispering and looking at their private room.
The ancestors of the gods on the tenth floor saw little Luo Luo coming out to cause trouble, but they did not dare to threaten him. Everyone knew how powerful Linglong Pavilion was.
When Cang Wu heard that there was a bid in Su Che's private room, he left the private room directly and went to the fifth floor.
He knew what the little guys were going to do.
"Sixty million low-grade spiritual stones."
Wu Hao: "Sixty million and one thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
"Sixty-five million low-grade spiritual stones."
Wu Hao: "Sixty-five million and one thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
No matter who bids the price, Wu Hao has a thousand spiritual stones more than others, which makes the ancestors jump with anger.
(End of chapter)
