Three-Leaf Qing Ling Grass

Facing Black Cloud Elder Sheng's questioning, Elder Qing Yun merely smiled. "My friend, you must be joking. Auctions have always been about survival of the fittest. If you lack the means, don't even think about obtaining treasures."

In response to Elder Qing Yun's mockery, Black Cloud Elder Sheng sighed. "In that case, I shall no longer hide it. Seven low-grade Sacred Weapons."

Seeing that the other party was still raising the price, Elder Qing Yun's face grew solemn. He had not expected this fellow to possess low-grade Sacred Weapons as well. It seemed he had prepared everything long before coming to the Ascending Heaven Pavilion.

Otherwise, how could he possibly carry so many treasures with him?

But the current price had already exceeded what many people could afford, so fewer and fewer people continued bidding.

However, everyone knew that the people left were the truly wealthy ones.

Seven low-grade Sacred Weapons were worth over ten billion Spirit Crystals. Unless someone produced a mid-rank Sacred Weapon, who would dare claim they could seize this supreme treasure from these people?

"Old me bids... eight low-grade Sacred Weapons!"

Suddenly, an aged voice rang out, plain and simple.

The bidder was Winter Old, the Great Elder of the Western Heaven Battle Hall.

Winter Old's action drew the attention of many people and left Ling Zhanzi, disciple of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor, even more astonished. He abruptly rose from his chair and asked in disbelief, "Winter Old, have you gone mad?"

"Eight low-grade Sacred Weapons? Our target is the final auction item, not this Cloud Mist Pill!"

Slap!

Ling Zhanzi covered his face in disbelief, unable to believe that Winter Old had actually struck him.

Winter Old said coldly, "Shut up!"

"Don't forget, I am the Great Elder. If you want to order me