"In other words, this bead is currently only a half-step fifth-grade bead?" The Second Elder of the Flame Prison sneered. He was somewhat dissatisfied with Yu Lingyue's performance in the previous auction of the Fire Fortress Rock Dust. "When did the Imperial Chamber of Commerce use this kind of defective goods to defraud us?"
"The Holy Maiden of the Ling Ya Cult? It's not clear whether the Ling Ya Cult still exists. I think she is a leftover woman!" Many people followed suit and complained.
Yu Lingyue remained calm and kept smiling, "As long as you find the Saint, everything will be possible!"
No matter how much you talk, it won't change a few facts.
Where is the Crow Cult?
Could it have perished?
Even if you find the saint, why should others help you? These things originally belong to someone else. Asking them for help is just returning them to their original owner, isn't it?
The item has been repaired, but you still want it back?
Yu Lingyue said cunningly, "It contains incomparably pure dark spiritual power. I don't need to explain how rare this spiritual power is. It is very effective in assisting the cultivation of dark spiritual warriors. In this respect, it is in line with the identity of a fifth-grade peak spiritual weapon."
"The starting price is 250,000, and the minimum increment is 5,000."
First there was silence...
"Two hundred and fifty-five thousand?" someone asked tentatively.
"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
Gradually, things got on the right track and soared to 300,000.
Several major forces were all quiet. They were not interested in this thing. They knew that there seemed to be remnants of the Crow Cult, but there was no need to spend time and energy on it.
Moreover, the relationship between the Crow Cult and the Divine Empire is very delicate, and the major forces do not want to get involved at all.
"Three hundred and twenty thousand!" Chen Zhong touched the facial mask on his face and entered the number on the display screen on the armrest.
The sudden increase of 20,000 caused the scene to stagnate for a few seconds. When they found out that it was a small character wearing a mask, they all laughed, thinking that Chen Zhong was a small person who wanted to take advantage of opportunities and try his luck.
"Do you need my help?" This was the message from Wang Dezhi.
"No need, it would be bad if you took action." Chen Zhong replied.
"Three hundred and forty thousand!" someone quoted a price from the box on the second floor.
Chen Zhong frowned, "The Mosha Sect in Western Wasteland City?"
At the railing of Mosha Sect, a girl in black clothes and pants was looking at Chen Zhong, with dark spiritual power lingering in her eyes, and full of... threats.
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