Tianzi No. 3 private room is located on the second floor, with Su Yu leaning on the animal skin sofa.
Turning around, I saw an excellent view and a soundproof array.
Yang Jing recommended a cup of spiritual tea.
"Captain Su, in addition to Hundred-Year Cold Marrow, there are many good things in this auction. You can pay attention to it."
Su Yu picked up the tea cup, took a sip and nodded.
The hall below was packed.
The gong sounded, the hall dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the central display stand.
The voluptuous female auctioneer walked onto the stage.
A few polite words and get to the point directly.
Two strong men carried an iron cage covered with red cloth onto the stage.
The red cloth was torn off.
Inside the iron cage is a one-horned leopard covered with blue scales.
"Spirit Realm Ninth Level monster, Azure-Scaled Horned Leopard!"
"The starting price is five thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"
There were calls for bids in the hall.
Su Yu is not interested.
Spirit Realm Ninth Level demon core, his storage ring is piled up like a mountain.
The lots were taken away one after another.
Su Yu has never placed a bid.
The auction quickly moved into the second half.
The female auctioneer took over a jade box with intricate carvings.
The moment the lid of the box was opened, a white cold mist visible to the naked eye filled the air.
The temperature around the display stand dropped sharply.
Several buyers in the front row shivered from the cold.
In the center of the jade box lies a palm-sized crystal paste.
"Hundred-Year Cold Marrow!"
"Produced from Extreme Cold Abyss, it contains pure and extremely yin power."
"Body Refinement An excellent treasure for warriors to temper their bodies!"
"The starting price is 20,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"
Su Yu Sit up straight.
Through the box formation, he noticed that Mystic Iron Pagoda Baleful Intent was stirring inside his body.
"Twenty thousand one!"
"Twenty-three thousand!"
The price kept rising, reaching thirty-five thousand low-grade spiritual stones in an instant.
Bidding calls became sparse.
"Forty thousand!"
A low voice came from the Tianzi No. 1 box on the second floor opposite.
The hall fell silent.
Those who can sit in the Tianzi box are all Tiannan Commandery respectable people.
The female auctioneer looked around.
"The price for Box No. 1 in Tianzi is 40,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Is there any higher price?"
Su Yu Finger tapped on the arm of the sofa.
Turning to look at Yang Jing.
"What is the conversion ratio for demon core?"
"Spirit Realm Ninth Level demon core, the market price is about one thousand low-grade spiritual stones. Mystic Realm First Level five thousand, Mystic Realm Second Stage ten thousand."
Su Yu nodded.
The inventory on hand is enough to crash this auction.
He walked to the loudspeaker array.
"Forty-five thousand."
A dull voice echoed in the hall.
There was a cold snort from the Tianzi No. 1 box.
"Fifty thousand!"
Su Yu No pause.
"Sixty thousand."
Add 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones in one go.
The Tianzi No. 1 box was silent for a short time.
"Sixty-five thousand!"
The low voice sounded again, filled with anger.
Su Yu has an expressionless face.
"Eighty thousand."
Bang!
The window of Tianzi No. 1 box was violently pushed open.
A young man stood in front of the window, staring in the direction of Box No. 3.
"Qing Province Shen Family, Shen Lingyun."
He gave his name.
Every word was filled with True Qi, rushing back and forth in the annular auction hall.
"Which road are you on? I Shen Family want this Hundred-Year Cold Marrow. Give me some face and stop here."
There is no noise in the hall.
Qing Province Shen Family.
That is the real behemoth in the entire Qing Province world.
The buyers on the first floor shrank their necks.
He moved his seat back for fear of being affected by the invisible flames of war.
Yang Jing is sitting on the animal skin sofa, with his back straight.
"Qing Province Shen Family People from this family, no wonder they act without scruples."
She turned to look at Su Yu.
"If you offend them for this piece of cold marrow, you will be in big trouble later."
Su Yu leaned against the back of the chair, and the frequency of tapping his fingers on the armrest did not change.
Shen Family? Never heard of it.
Trouble? If the troublemakers are completely eliminated, there will be no trouble.
Hundred-Year Cold Marrow is about the advancement of "Mystic Iron Pagoda Baleful Intent" and about the ultimate ultimate move.
He was sure to win, so he leaned forward and got closer to the loudspeaker formation.
"One hundred thousand."
Two words spoken in a straightforward manner crashed into the hall.
The hall exploded.
"One hundred thousand! This man is crazy!"
"Just hit Qing Province Shen Family in the face with a spiritual stone? Which killing god is this Tianzi No. 3?"
Shen Lingyun used his fingers to dig at the window lattice.
There was a click.
The hard rosewood was crushed to pieces, and the wood thorns pierced the flesh.
One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones far exceed the actual value of Hundred-Year Cold Marrow.
The spiritual stone he brought to Tiannan Commandery this time has other core goals, and it is impossible to spend 100,000 yuan to buy this thing.
"Okay! Very good!"
Shen Lingyun was so angry that he laughed instead.
Staring firmly in the direction of box number three.
"Tiannan Commandery is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Shen has taken note of this account!"
Bang!
He slammed the window shut.
The female auctioneer was stunned on the stage for three seconds before raising her gavel.
"Once in a hundred thousand!"
"Twice a hundred thousand!"
"Three times a hundred thousand! Deal!"
The gavel fell heavily.
After a while, the box door was pushed open.
A steward walked in respectfully carrying the jade box containing Hundred-Year Cold Marrow.
Followed by Yang Zhentian.
"Brother Su is so courageous."
Yang Zhentian glanced across Su Yu, trying to find some mood swings, but saw nothing.
"One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones, excluding the 20% discount of the VIP order, is eighty thousand."
The steward placed the jade box on the coffee table.
He handed over an empty storage bag with both hands, waiting to receive the spirit stones.
Su Yu does not have a storage bag.
Flip your wrist.
Four beads with a strong smell of Yao Qi and blood appeared on the table out of thin air.
Bada.
Bada.
The sound of rolling beads was particularly clear in the box.
Mystic Realm The remaining ferocious energy of the great demon exploded instantly.
The temperature inside the box dropped sharply.
The solid wood texture on the surface of the coffee table quickly formed a layer of gray-white frost.
The steward is the closest.
Being rushed by this violent Sha Qi, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Yang Zhentian Mystic Realm Sixth Level's True Qi automatic body protector.
The earthy yellow mask blocks Sha Qi three feet away.
He took a step forward suddenly and stared at the four beads.
"Mystic Realm..."
His Adam's apple rolled.
"One Mystic Realm First Level, one Mystic Realm Second Stage, two...Mystic Realm Third Level!"
Yang Jing covered his mouth and forced to swallow his exclamation.
The battle report last night said that Su Yu defeated Demonic Mist Forest, but seeing the demon core of Mystic Realm Third Level with your own eyes had a completely different visual impact.
That is a terrifying existence that can easily wipe out an entire county.
Now, their energy cores are scattered casually on the coffee table.
Like a few worthless glass balls.
Su Yu pointed at the demon core on the table.
"Is it enough to offset the price?"
Yang Zhentian's chest rose and fell, forcing down the shock.
"Enough! Absolutely enough!"
"Mystic Realm Third Level demon core, a low-grade spiritual stone with a market price of 25,000 to 30,000. These four stones combined are worth more than 100,000!"
Making friends with a warrior who can single-kill Mystic Realm Third Level is a hundred times more important than earning tens of thousands of spirit stones.
"Steward, go get 20,000 low-grade spiritual stones and give the change to little brother Su!"
Su Yu did not refuse.
Pick up the jade box containing Hundred-Year Cold Marrow.
The moment you hold it, a biting coldness spreads to your palms.
The Mystic Iron Pagoda Baleful Intent True Force that was boiling inside his body became docile, greedily absorbing the chill.
Got something.
Su Yu turned around and prepared to leave.
"Dear guests, please stay."
At this moment, the female auctioneer's high-pitched voice spread throughout the audience.
"Next, is the final auction item."
Su Yu stopped.
On the display table, the maid brought an old black iron tray.
In the center of the tray, there was half a roll of charred animal skin.
A weak purple electric arc traveled on the surface of the remaining scroll, making a subtle crackling sound.
"Mystic Realm Spirit Refinement Thunder spell, "Purple Firmament Heavenly Thunder Invocation" fragment!"
The female auctioneer lifts the red cloth.