Chapter 165 Fifty
Zhao Xuan just laughed, stroked the Green Light Scale-Cutting Blade, and sighed: "This treasure has a starting price of 150 spirit stones, and each bid must be increased by no less than 10 spirit stones."
"Three hundred!"
"Three hundred and fifty."
"Three hundred and sixty."
"Three hundred and seventy!"
"Humph, I'll give you three hundred and eighty!"
"Haha, four hundred!"
For a moment, the atmosphere suddenly became lively, and three or four physical cultivators began to raise the price at the same time, but when the man surnamed Liang finally shouted out the price of four hundred with a sneer on his face, the atmosphere around him suddenly became cold.
Four hundred mid-grade spirit stones! This is already the limit of this sword! Any more, and it would be a loss!
However, the man who made the first bid took one look at the cultivator surnamed Liang and said calmly, "Four hundred and ten."
"Hahaha."
Seeing this, the man surnamed Liang laughed heartily and said, "A gentleman does not take away what others like. Since my brother Wang really likes this sword, I will not compete with you!"
When the monk surnamed Wang heard this, a hint of joy appeared in his calm eyes and he nodded slightly, obviously accepting his favor.
After all, only ten more high-grade spirit stones is not too much.
When the other cultivators saw this, they stopped bidding. Otherwise, even if they got the treasure, they would not only suffer a huge loss, but also make two enemies.
Zhao Xuan chuckled, waved his hand, and tossed the precious sword to the monk surnamed Wang, saying, "Since no one is bidding for it, this sword belongs to Fellow Daoist Wang."
The monk surnamed Wang immediately smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, fellow Taoists."
As he spoke, he threw out a pile of spirit stones, and at the same time took the sword, stroking it carefully and lovingly.
Zhao Xuan quickly counted the spirit stones, then waved his hand again and took out another magic weapon.
A very boring auction.
Li Qing supported his head with his hands, sat there tilted, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be dozing off. He was not even interested in looking at those so-called magic weapons.
As Zhao Xuan took out each magic weapon and thirty-nine cultivators bid for them, time passed little by little.
If Li Qing had not insisted on the principle of not bullying the weak, he would have impatiently captured the evil spy and tortured him.
After about an hour, Zhao Xuan finally let out a sigh and said with a smile, "My fellow Daoists, the auction of magical items has ended. Now, I will start auctioning off the elixirs."
Li Qing was cheered up for a moment after hearing these two words, but when he heard what Zhao Xuan said again, he rolled his eyes and his impatience reached the extreme.
What else are you selling? Just garbage!
"This is the Zhoutian Exorcist Pill."
But how could Zhao Xuan know what Li Qing was thinking? At this moment, he smiled and took out a bottle of pills and began to introduce them.
"This bottle of elixir is an excellent item for breaking through realms, entering meditation, and concentrating the mind. The starting price is twenty high-grade spirit stones, and each bid must be increased by no less than five."
After Zhao Xuan introduced the properties of this bottle of medicine, he smiled and started asking everyone to bid.
Seeing this, Li Qing said coldly, "Fifty."
"Oh? This fellow Daoist has taken a fancy to this bottle of Zhoutian Exorcist Pill and offered fifty high-grade spirit stones. Fellow Daoists, is there a higher price?"
Li Qing's words immediately made more than thirty cultivators look at him, with surprise in their eyes. After all, this bottle of elixir was worth forty high-grade spirit stones, which was already the limit, but he actually directly offered fifty.
But Zhao Xuan laughed and spoke directly.
Naturally, no other sucker would spend more than fifty spirit stones to buy this pill.
So after a moment, Zhao Xuan smiled and said, "In that case, this bottle of elixir will be yours."