Chapter 67 Auction·Prodigal Prize for Prodigal Goods

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

Chapter 67 Auction·Prodigal Prize for Prodigal Goods

Because the people in Xiaoliudong didn't know that her soul was damaged, it was safe to participate in the bidding for this knife!

Before Jian Baisan could speak, he heard Master Ruhe's unhurried voice coming from Room 8 that day: "Five thousand three hundred spirit stones."

Jian Baisan said: "Five thousand five hundred."

Tian Zi No. 4 said: "Five thousand eight hundred."

Master Jiang continued to quote: "Six thousand eight hundred."

The price is raised one thousand at a time!

Jian Baisan only has 7,800 spirit stones in her hands! If Master Jiang continues to pay for them, she will not be able to afford them!

But she needs this very much now!

Jian Baisan calmed down for a moment and called out the price: "Seven thousand!"

There was a sound of conch shells in Room No. 8, Tianzi, and Master Ruhe suddenly said in a warm voice: "This is the famous sword under my Buddha's throne. I have to take it back to the temple and take care of it. Can you two show your kindness? I have inherited the kindness of the two of you, and I will take it back to the temple."

Disciples will definitely remember it in their hearts and never dare to forget it.”

Caiyin sat lazily and translated: "The old bald donkey is going to run out of money."

Master Jiang didn't even look back, and the old-fashioned and cold voice came again: "Eight thousand."

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, there was still no sound from Room No. 8.

Jian Baisanyi gritted his teeth.

But she has no money anymore!

Caiyin glanced at her and said, "This place supports the use of objects to pay off debts. If you take out all their weapons and magic weapons, I've seen that you can probably pay off a thousand debts."

Xiao Miaoxian took off a ring inlaid with spiritual stones from her hand, put it into Jian Baisan's hand, and whispered: "I still have eleven hundred here."

Mr. Yoshino shouted: "First time in eight thousand!"

"Eight thousand times for the second time!"

"Anyone else?"

Master Jiang's body relaxed.

Jian Baisan picked up the conch and said: "Eight thousand two hundred!"

Mr. Yoshino said urgently: "The distinguished guest in Room No. 7 of Tianzi bids 8,200!"

"First time in eight thousand two hundred!"

Master Jiang suddenly turned his head and accurately located where Jian Baisan was through the externally impermeable crystal wall.

The sharp eyes were even like a sharp sword, which even made Jian Baisan, who couldn't see anything, feel heart palpitations.

Master Jiang turned his head back and said calmly: "Eight thousand seven hundred."

Jian Baisan continued: "Eight thousand nine hundred."

Master Jiang no longer raises the price by a thousand or a thousand, it must have reached the limit of what she can afford.

For a normal Xuan-level high-level weapon, it is reasonable to sell one hundred thousand spirit stones.

In the world of cultivation, this kind of thing has no price at all!

But according to what Mr. Yoshino said, this weapon did have huge flaws, which is why it was sold at such a low price.

Strength is the last word. Without strength, no matter how good the weapons or magic weapons are, they are just making wedding clothes for others.

However, this half-separated weapon can inhibit the movement of a person's spiritual power and slow down a person's cultivation speed in disguise.

Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?

Master Jiang said: "Nine thousand four hundred!"

Jian Baisan couldn't see her expressions and movements, but he could only feel the deafening vibration of her heart.

Jian Baisan held the conch, not daring to change the price increase of two hundred and two hundred at will, so as not to be seen as timid: "Nine thousand six hundred."

The whole audience held their breath, hearing that the knife had more than doubled, and how much could it be sold for in the end!

Master Jiang paused longer than before: "Nine thousand nine hundred."

Including what Xiao Miaoxian borrowed, Jian Baisan only had nine thousand nine hundred in his hands.

Jian Baisan exhaled a breath of turbid air and realized that his hands holding the conch were trembling and cold.

It seems that this knife has no fate with her after all.

"First time in nine thousand nine hundred!"

"Nine thousand nine hundred times for the second time!"

Mr. Yoshino paused again deliberately and said with a smile: "Are there any other distinguished guests to continue?"

"Nine thousand nine hundred..."

Caiyin leaned her head over, pinched the conch through the back of Jian Baisan's hand, and said with a smile: "Ten thousand."

"The guest at Tianzi No. 7 bids 10,000 yuan!"

After waiting for a while, Master Jiang did not continue to speak.

Jian Baisan felt like his whole body was heating up.

"First time in ten thousand!"

"Ten thousand times a second time!"

Mr. Yoshino started to pause again as usual.

Jian Baisan was anxious and wished he could speed up the time so that he could speak faster and read the third sentence quickly!

"Ten thousand...the third time!"

With one strike of the hammer, this thing completely belonged to Jian Baisan in Room No. 7 of Tianzi!

The waiter came in quickly. This time two waiters came, both low-level Qi refining monks. They brought the knife box together and asked Jian Baisan to collect payment.

The two waiters were a little helpless when they saw that Jian Baisan had to take out two rings to get more than 8,000 yuan, and then used various weapons and magic weapons to mortgage another 1,000 yuan. Finally, the beauty in the white dress next to him also borrowed 100 yuan.

This guest seemed far less calm and calm than when they heard it.

He was completely bankrupt and deeply in debt.

Jian Baisan, who now has a total assets of 1,200 yuan, held the good cause and smiled bitterly: "Ms. Miaoxian, Sister Caiyin, I'm so sorry..."

Xiao Miaoxian said quickly: "Master Qin Xian saved my life, you don't have to pay me back!"

Caiyin was afraid that Jian Baisan would feel guilty, but he rolled his eyes and said, "But you want to return my hundred spiritual stones to me."

She looked Jian Baisan up and down, took away the small wooden stick struck by lightning that was used to fix her bun, and said, "Sell me your hairpin.

Get one hundred spiritual stones."

This thing is not really a hairpin. Jian Baisan said helplessly: "I'll give Sister Caiyin a new one when I get back."

Caiyin smiled deliberately and said, "I want this."

The auction below continues.

Jian Baisan had no intention of watching anymore.

She picked up the knife and found that it was indeed very heavy.

Weighing it in my hands, it weighed at least forty-five kilograms!

A knife weighing forty-five kilograms, it was difficult for her to swing it without using any spiritual power!

It turns out that the knife her mother gave her only weighed fourteen kilograms. After entering the Immortal Cultivation Sect, her mouth was cut open in the first fight with Xue Huairer, and it was blunted a lot in the subsequent battles. She had to use it frequently.

Just sharpen the knife and oil it.

This knife seems to have no such scruples!

Caiyin happened to say: "The starting price of the two final items is estimated to be more than eight thousand spiritual stones."

"I'm not very interested. If you want to leave, you can leave now."

Jian Baisan thought of the people in Xiaoliudong and couldn't help but nodded. Then he turned his head in the direction of Xiao Miaoxian with an inquiring look.

Xiao Miaoxian also said: "Master Qin has taken the treasure, why don't you leave quickly?"

After a few people gathered together, they decided to leave now.

The handsome waiter from before came in after being greeted and looked at Caiyin without hesitating to say anything.

Caiyin smiled and said, "Go prepare the car."

Several people arrived at the car and were about to get in. When the waiter heard the ringing on Caiyin's ankle, he reached out and took Caiyin's arm.
To be continued...