559 Bidding for Sanqingyu

559 Bidding for San Qingyu's "Twelfth-order wind refiner materials!?"

"The starting price of nine million spiritual stones!?"

Many of the direct monks of the fairy palace exclaimed on the spot and gathered around.

They are all monks from the major fairy palaces in the East China Sea who have seen the world. However, such a twelve-order material, for these Jindan monks, is absolutely an extremely advanced item, and there is little chance to get it. This three-green feather, placed in any fairy palace in the immortal world of the East China Sea, is definitely a top raw material.

"This Taoist brother, why don't you sell this thing to the Yuanying monk? The Yuanying monk can use this thing to refine the little magic weapon. Those Yuanying ancestors are rich and will definitely be able to sell it at a good price!"

Immediately, a monk was surprised.

"Oh, that's a good idea, but if a Yuanying monk wants to forcibly buy my material at a low price, I'm a Jindan monk, dare not say no? The people present are all the Jindan monks of the Fairy Palace. There must be no shortage of money. If I buy this thing, why should I provoke those powerful Yuanying ancestors? Dear Taoist friends, bid. If you sell this thing, you will leave! There is only one chance. I have only seen such a top material after two hundred years of adventure in the sea of blood.

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said.

"Nine million lower-grade spiritual stones, this is not a small amount. I have a job as a deacon in the fairy palace, and I can only get more than one million spiritual stones in a year.

"This is a twelve-order raw material. If I buy it, I won't need it for a while!"

"You can't use it until the first baby period."

More than 200 golden elixir monks in the major fairy palaces present were eager and talked about it one after another, but no one immediately offered to bid for it.

Ye Qin watched it in the trading hall for a long time and never took action.

But this twelfth-order Sanqing feather moved him.

He came to the fair to see if there were any materials of ice, wind and Lei Xiao Sanqi, and prepared to refine a set of Xiao Sanqi sword array in the future. In the end, together with the big five elements sword array, a set of eight sword arrays was formed.

Ye Qin waited patiently in this trading hall for a long time, and finally saw a twelve-order wind raw material. He touched the storage bag. This time, he brought the ninth-order elixir of ten gourds with him, which was worth about 10 million yuan. If the competition was not fierce, it would be enough to buy this Sanqingyu.

Huangfu Binger knew what he was thinking and nodded to him. She also carried two million spiritual stones and some valuable goods. Ye Qin is not enough here. She can add these.

"I want this three-headed feather!"

Ye Qin took out the nine gourds in the small storage bag and put them on the table. He ignored the consteries of many monks around him and said, "These nine gourds contain nine-order elixirs with a total value of nine million yuan for things! This Taoist friend, how about I exchange these elixirs for your materials?!"

"Haha! The high-level elixir is a hard currency. Whether you use it yourself or sell it in Fangshi, it is very easy. Of course, you can exchange it!"

The middle-aged man laughed, took Ye Qin's nine gourds, checked the quality and quantity of the elixir in it, and then nodded with satisfaction. These nine-order elixirs are good. I'll take them. This Sanqingyu is back to the Taoist friend!"

After saying that, he pushed San Qingyu to Ye Qin.

"Slow down!"

Wang Shiwei waved the feather fan magic weapon, pressed the three green feathers, and sneered, "Didn't you say that the price is high? I haven't made a bid yet! This thing is also an extremely rare material in the world of immortal cultivation in the East China Sea. The young master is very hot-eyed and wants to buy it at a price!"

"This Taoist friend wants to bid a higher price to buy, naturally. I don't know how many spiritual stones you are willing to take out? ... I don't accept the false price. You'd better take out the spirit stone or the equivalent of goods. Otherwise, this thing can only be given to this Taoist friend who bid first.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Qin, glanced at Wang Shiwei, who was obviously competing for it, and couldn't help smiling. The more people compete, the more profitable he will be. Of course, he will be happier.

"Will this young master still not have a spiritual stone! Here are nine hundred and fifty top-grade spirit stones, equivalent to nine hundred and five hundred thousand lower-grade spirit stones! Your Excellency, count it!"

Wang Shiwei shook the magic fan and smashed a storage bag heavily on the table. As soon as he opened his mouth, it rose by 500,000 yuan.

Then, he looked at Ye Qin with a little provocation in his eyes and sneered, "Elder Ye, I'm sorry! The young master recently wanted to refine a wind magic weapon, and he happened to like this twelve-order Sanqingyu. I happened to have enough spiritual stones, so I had to compete with Elder Ye.

Du Qingliang of Shangtang Palace, as well as Mengling Fairy of Wunuer Palace and others gathered beside Wang Shiwei at this time to watch a good play.

Of course, they knew that Ye Qin, the elder of the Purple Sword Palace, was very rich. He once swept Du Qingliang's face fiercely, making Du Qingliang's headless for decades. However, at the last auction of Tiandao Pavilion in Baifu City, Ye Qin had spent more than 10 million yuan of spiritual stones to buy the golden elixir.

In their opinion, no matter how rich they are, they should spend almost it!

According to their calculation, Ye Qin's financial resources should be relatively difficult, at most about 10 million spiritual stones.

Now it's also their turn to be the direct monks of the fairy palace. They take a bad breath and raise their eyebrows.

The direct monks of the fairy palaces on the trade fair, as well as those treasure hunters, heard Wang Shiwei's provocative tone and immediately understood that this was "fighting". The young master of Wanluo Palace wants to sweep away the face of this "Elder Ye".

The Jindan monks of the major fairy palaces in the East China Sea all made friends with each other, heard about each other, and knew the name of Wang Shiwei, the young palace owner. But there are not many people who know where Ye Qin comes from.

Ye Qin glanced at Wang Shiwei and couldn't help frowning.

The four fairy palaces, including the Purple Sword Palace, the Shangtang Palace, the Wanluo Palace and the Unul Palace, are all ready to compete for the throne of the suzerain in the north. The disciples are not at odds with each other, and they are fighting in secret. Wang, Du, Meng and others are absolutely not as kind as they seem.

However, Wang Shiwei, Du Qingliang, Meng Yu and others will always join hands, find something to provoke him, and think of a way to dig a trap to make him jump.

Ye Qin can more or less guess the reason.

Because he is a monk outside the Purple Sword Palace and has never belonged to the direct monks of the Fairy Palace in the East China Sea, he is instinctively rejected by these direct monks of the Fairy Palace.

In particular, he became one of the elders of the Purple Sword Palace, which is even more ironic to these pretentious direct disciples of the Fairy Palace. These direct Jindan monks can't become the elders of the fairy palace before they become Yuanying or make great contributions.

Ye Qin did not really integrate into the Zhou's direct disciples of the Purple Sword Palace.

A foreign surname is a foreign surname, and it can never be confused with the direct disciples of the Zhou family in the Purple Sword Palace. Even if the foreign monk and the direct disciple of the fairy palace are married, it is still a foreign surname. Only the descendants of several generations later can slowly become the direct line of the fairy palace and gradually integrate.

Ye Qin knew this and never planned to make friends with these direct disciples of the fairy palace.

He has always held a blind mentality, and avoid these fairy palace monks if they can avoid them, so as to save trouble.

But the repeated provocations and entanglement again and again annoyed him, and he hated these direct disciples of the fairy palace more and more.

However, these direct disciples of the fairy palace do not have the courage to compete head-on, and they like to play some conspiracy methods.

Du Ran, the Jindan monk of Shangtang Palace, who I met at the stronghold of the ancient ship before, wanted to buy the treasure-grabbing evil monk Cao from the sea of blood and use these evil cultivations to deal with himself. As a result, Du Ran did not kill himself, but died in the blood fog wasteland.

"Ten million!"

Ye Qin thought for a moment and put the elixir of the last gourd in his hand on the table.

Then, he said to Wang Shiwei with a blank face, "Wang Daoyou, are you fighting for this Sanqingyu with me as an ordinary Jindan monk, or as the owner of the young palace of Wanluo Palace?"

"What about the Jindan monk? What about being the owner of the young palace? Is there a difference?"

Wang Shiwei did not answer easily. He pondered for a moment and asked back.

"Of course there is a difference. If you bid for these three green feathers as an ordinary golden elixir monk, then I will pay 10 million yuan. If you don't make any more quotations, your monster will pay a higher price. Just take these three green feathers. If you fight with me as the owner of the young palace of Wanluo Palace, then I will fight with you to the end. Even if you are the young master of the Wanluo Palace, I will take these three green feathers.

Ye Qin stared at Wang Shiwei indifferently and said word by word.

The two of them said each other, fighting against each other, and the smell of gunpowder was strong, to the point of not giving in.

The direct monks of the fairy palace, as well as those famous treasure hunters in the blood sea, did not say a word, looked at each other and continued to look at Ye Qin and Wang Shiwei nervously.

At this point, it means that it's going to turn against each other.

If this matter can be calmed down, the next time we meet, we will still be the Taoist friends of the Tiandao League, and we will be in harmony.

If this matter can't be calmed down, it will completely tear up, and the next time we meet, it will be the enemy.

Of course, it is impossible to fight in this bloody business pavilion. But in the wilderness outside the city, I met in private. It was a bloody battle on the spot. There was nothing to say.

"Good--!"

Wang Shiwei roared and slapped the table.

He is the young palace owner of the Wanluo Palace. He has always been flattered by the monks. When did he receive such a threat? And it's also a threat of Sanxiu, which he has always despised. If he doesn't take this tone, it will make him have any face to fool around among the direct monks of the fairy palace.

His eyes turned red, and his cold tone seemed extremely stiff at this moment, suppressing a sense of anger, "Master Ben, now I will compete with you for this three green feathers as the young master of Wanluo Palace!!! Do you think you are the elder of the Purple Sword Palace, so I dare not fight with you! Let me see today, you, a monk from a scattered cultivation, what to fight with me!"

"Eleven million!"

Wang Shiwei made an offer, and immediately his Jindan subordinates piled up a bag of spiritual stones on the table.

Ye Qin's eyes became cold, and he didn't say anything more.

He has no more money with him, and the rest of the money is on Huangfu Binger.

Huangfu Binger casually put a bag of 2 million spiritual stones on the table, frowned, and made an indifferent quotation, "Ye, 12 million!"

"Oneteen million!"

Wang Shiwei frowned and waved his hand to let his subordinates take the spirit stone.

In such a short time, the three green feathers rose from 9 million to 13 million, an increase of more than 40%. This has made many Jindan monks present frightened. In fact, the real value of a twelve-order three-green feather is about 9 million. The extra ones are all falsely carried up.

Even if it is a direct monk of the fairy palace, it is painful to squander four million yuan in this way.

"A twelve-order fire phosphorus red-eyed beast's flat bone, plus five million elixirs! The price is 14 million yuan of spiritual stones!"

Huangfu Bing'er put a red animal bone on the table, plus the elixir of five gourds.

The treasure-hunting golden elixir monks present, the direct line of the immortal palaces, couldn't help taking a breath of cold air.

Even Wang Shiwei's face was full of disbelief.

It's another twelve-order animal material!

In today's auction, there have been two twelve-level beast materials, both of which are obtained from the twelve-level demon cultivation.

A twelve-order fire phosphorus red-eyed beast skull flat bone can be exchanged equivalencely with a twelve-order three-level blue feather. Even if the head and flat bone of the fire-phosphorus red-eye beast is calculated at the original price of 9 million yuan, plus the 5 million spirit stone, it still crushes the young master of the Wanluo Palace.

In Ye Qin's hand, there are more than 20 million of animal bones, elixirs and other goods that have been taken out, which can slowly bid and crush Wang Shiwei.

"This young master... Send someone back to raise some spiritual stones!"

Wang Shiwei took a deep breath, calmed down his shock, and said to his subordinates behind him, "Come on, go to the young master's house and take the spiritual stone."

"No way! You have to pay in cash. After selling this product, you will leave immediately!"

The middle-aged man vetoed it.

He understands the truth of long-term change. Now he is eager to put the spirit stone into his storage bag, and then disappear immediately to avoid being targeted. Who knows how long it will take for Wang Shiwei to raise the spiritual stone?

Wang Shiwei was secretly annoyed, his eyes were red, and he could not casually bring more than 20 million spiritual stones with him.

There are never many monks like Ye Qin and his wife.

Before that, he didn't expect to meet Ye Qin and turn against Ye Qin. He thought that more than 10 million yuan was enough and could not be used up. He and his entourage now have no goods such as spiritual stones. As for other goods, they are not worth much. It is impossible for him to sell the valuable yuanshen magic weapon.

Wang Shiwei couldn't help turning his head to Du Qingliang in Tang Palace, and Mengyu Fairy in Wunu'er Fairy Palace. His eyes clearly hinted that he hoped that they could support some spiritual stones. Maybe there would be a chance to overwhelm Ye Qin.

"Brother Wang, I don't have a spiritual stone on my body. It will be better than Elder Ye, at least more than 20 million yuan to be enough, or even more. My little brother has been short of money recently, and maybe Mengyu Fairy has more money.

Du Qingliang shook his head at this critical moment, and even showed a gloating look in his eyes, stowing.

Since the game with Ye Qin more than 30 years ago, he has been the laughing stock of the direct monks of the fairy palace and has been ridiculed.

Especially the young master of the Wanluo Palace, he used this matter to make a tamp with him.

Now, there is one more Wang Shiwei who has the same illness, and I believe that his situation will be much better. At least when other fairy palace monks are talking about it, when Du Qingliang, the genius wind monk of Shangtang Palace, is not as good as Elder Ye of the Purple Sword Palace, he will add that the young palace owner of Wanluo Palace is also not as good as Ye Qin.

Although I didn't see the good scene of Ye Qin being suppressed, I saw the good scene of Wang Shiwei being suppressed, and this auction was also worthwhile.

If Wang Shiwei really suppresses Elder Ye's limelight, I don't know how proud and arrogant the young palace owner will be in the future.

Du Qingliang doesn't want to make such a head.

"This... Elder Ye and Brother Wang have not said it before. Today, this is the competition between Brother Wang and Elder Ye of the Purple Sword Palace as the owner of the young palace of Wanluo Palace. The little sister and others are all other fairy palace monks. It's really inconvenient to intervene rashly, so as not to fall into the tongue. If the little sister pays money today, if others say that Brother Wang can only win with the help of the little girl, so it's not good to laugh at Brother Wang.

Meng Yuxian smiled faintly and looked at Ye Qin curiously.

She has seen Ye Qin several times, once at the auction of Tiandao Pavilion, once on the treasure ship of the Holy Emperor, and once at the trade fair of today's Bloody Chamber of Commerce. Every time, it was beyond her expectation.

In fact, she doesn't mean to compete with Ye Qin. It was completely Du Qingliang and Wang Shiwei who wanted to suppress Ye Qin, but she just didn't stop him. It's just that every result surprised her.

Wang Shiwei's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Du Qingliang, who was gloating in disbelief, full of innocent Mengyu fairies, and suddenly felt cold in his heart.

He suddenly understood that Du Qingliang and Meng Yu had now trapped him and let him fight to the death with the elders of the Purple Sword Palace alone, but they watched from the wall. No matter who he or Ye Qin wins or loses, it has no impact on both of them.

These two direct monks of the fairy palace are very happy to see the Wanluo Palace and fight with the Purple Sword Palace.

Du Qingliang in Shangtang Palace and Mengyu Fairy in Wunuer Fairy Palace all found excuses and were unwilling to help.

The direct monks of other fairy palaces are looking at the good show.

Knowing that Shangtang Palace, Wanluo Palace and Wunu'er, the most powerful heirs of the Great Immortal Palace of the northern islands of the Tiandao League, are intriguing in a fight. Each of them has a bright heart. They shut up directly and do not participate in, so as not to affect the pond fish and make

"Since Wang Daoyou doesn't have a higher quotation, this Sanqingyu will be returned to Ye Daoyou!"

The middle-aged man looked a little excited, and quickly received the flat bone of the twelve-order fire phosphorus red-eyed beast and the elixir worth 5 million.

Ye Qin seemed to have known this result for a long time. He took the twelve-order San Qingyu, looked at Wang Shiwei, who was blushing indifferently, and turned around and left the trading meeting of the Bloody Chamber with Huangfu Binger.

He and the young master of the Wanluo Palace have completely turned against each other.

Since the young master of the Wanluo Palace doesn't care about his enemy, why does he care about offending an more young master of the Wanluo Palace?

After today, they are the enemies. They have their own means, and there is no book network.

He has got the raw material he wants, and there is no need to keep it.

"The young master of the Wanluo Palace, that's all!"

Ye Qin stepped down from the Shang Pavilion, but the faint sarcasm left behind made Wang Shiwei's face in the trading hall pale, and he pulled his fist tightly, which was difficult to see the extreme.