559 Bidding for San Qingyu

"Twelfth-level wind-based refining material!?"

"The price starts at nine million low-grade spirit stones!?"

Many people from the direct monks from the Immortal Palace exclaimed on the spot and gathered around.

They are all cultivators who have seen the world from major immortal palaces in the East China Sea. However, such twelve-level materials are definitely extremely advanced items for the Jindan stage monks, and they rarely have the chance to get them. This three green feathers, placed in any immortal palace in the East China Sea cultivation world, are definitely top-level raw materials.

"Why don't this Dao brother sell this item to a Nascent Soul monk? Nascent Soul monks can use this item to refine small magical instruments. Those Nascent Soul ancestors are rich and powerful and will definitely be able to sell for a good price!"

The monk immediately said in surprise.

"Ha, the idea is good, but if there is a Nascent Soul monk who wants to forcefully buy my material at a low price, will I dare to say no? All the people present are direct Jindan monks from the Immortal Palace, and they must be short of money. They can afford this thing, so why should I provoke those powerful Nascent Soul ancestors? Dear fellow Taoists, bid, and after selling this thing, they will leave! There is only one chance, and after exploring in the Blood Sea for 200 years, I have seen such a top-level material."

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said.

"Nine million low-grade spirit stones are not a small number. I am a deacon in the Immortal Palace, and I can only get more than one million low-grade spirit stones in a year."

"This thing is a twelfth-level raw material. If I buy it, I will not be able to use it for a while!"

"It will not be used until the Nascent Soul stage."

More than 200 Jindan monks from the major immortal palaces present had eager eyes and discussions, but no one immediately bid to compete.

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

But this twelve-level three green feathers moved him.

He came to this trade fair to see if there were any materials for Bing, Feng and Lei Xiaosanqi, and prepare to refine a set of Xiaosanqi sword formation in the future. Finally, together with the Big Five Elements Sword Formation, he formed a set of Eight Gang Sword Formation.

Ye Qin waited patiently in this trading hall for a long time, and finally saw a twelve-level wind-type raw material appear. He touched the storage bag, and this time he came with ten gourds with ninth-level spiritual pills, worth about 10 million. If the competition is not fierce, it will be enough to buy this Sanqingyu.

Huangfu Binger knew what he was thinking and nodded at him. She also carried two million spirit stones and some valuable wealth. Ye Qin was not enough here, so she could add them.

"I want this three-green-headed feather!"

Ye Qin took out the nine gourds in the small storage bag and placed them on the table. He ignored the shock of many monks around him and said, "These nine gourds contain ninth-level spiritual pills worth a total of nine million, exchanging objects for objects! This fellow Taoist, how about I use these spiritual pills to exchange for your materials?!"

"Haha! High-level spiritual pills are hard currency. Whether they are used by themselves or sold in the market, they are very easy. Of course they can be exchanged!"

The middle-aged man laughed, took Ye Qin's nine gourds, checked the quality and quantity of the elixirs inside, and then nodded with satisfaction. "These ninth-level elixirs are good, I've collected them, this three-green feather is back to fellow Taoist!"

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

"Let's wait!"

Wang Shiwei waved his feather fan artifact and suppressed the three green feathers, sneering, "Didn't it mean that those with higher prices get it? This young master has not yet made a bid! This thing is also an extremely rare material in the East China Sea cultivation world. This young master is very jealous and wants to buy it at a price!"

"This fellow Taoist needs to buy at a higher price, so it's natural. I wonder how many spirit stones you are willing to take out? ... I don't accept the false price. You'd better take out the spirit stones or equivalent goods. Otherwise, this item can only be given to this fellow Taoist who bids first."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Qin, then glanced at Wang Shiwei who was clearly fighting for it, and couldn't help but smile. The more people there were, the higher the profit he made, and of course he was happier.

"Will this young master still have no spirit stones? Here are nine hundred and fifty top-grade spirit stones, equivalent to ninety and five million low-grade spirit stones! You can count them!"

Wang Shiwei shook the magic fan and smashed a storage bag on the table, which increased by 500,000 as soon as he opened his mouth.

Then, he looked at Ye Qin with a little provocation in his eyes and sneered, "Elder Ye, I'm sorry! This young master recently wanted to refine a wind-type magic weapon, and he happened to see this twelfth-level three green feathers. He happened to have enough spirit stones, so he had to fight with Elder Ye."

Du Qingliang from Shangtang Palace, Fairy Meng Ling from Wunuer Palace and others gathered beside Wang Shiwei, wanting to see a good show.

Of course they knew that Ye Qin, the elder of the Purple Sword Palace, was very rich. He once swept Du Qingliang's face so that Du Qingliang could not bear his head for decades. However, at the last time at the Tiandao Pavilion auction in Baifu City, Ye Qin had already spent more than 10 million yuan on huge spiritual stones to buy the golden elixir.

In their opinion, no matter how rich you have, you should have spent almost the same amount of money!

According to their calculations, Ye Qin's financial resources should be relatively difficult, and at most he can have about 10 million spiritual stones.

Now it is their turn to be the direct monks of the Immortal Palace, who exclaimed and raised their heads.

The direct monks from the Immortal Palace and those treasure hunters in the trading venue immediately understood that this was a "fight". The young palace master of Wanluo Palace wanted to save the face of this "Elder Ye".

The direct Jindan monks from major immortal palaces in the East China Sea have made friends with each other and heard about each other, and knowing the name of Wang Shiwei, the young palace master. However, not many people know what Ye Qin came from.

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

The Purple Sword Palace, Shangtang Palace, Wanluo Palace, Wunuer Palace, and the four immortal palaces are all preparing to compete for the throne of the Northern Sect Master. The disciples are not in harmony, and there are constant open and secret struggles. The king, Du, Meng and others are definitely not as harmonious as they appear.

However, Wang Shiwei, Du Qingliang, Meng Yu and others always join forces to find trouble to provoke him and think of ways to dig a trap for him to jump.

Ye Qin could guess the reason.

Because he is a monk from the outside of the Purple Sword Palace and never belongs to the direct monk of the East China Sea Immortal Palace, he is instinctively rejected by these direct monks of the Immortal Palace.

Especially since he became one of the elders of the Purple Sword Palace, this was even more ironic to the pretentious disciples of the Immortal Palace. These direct golden elixir monks could not become elders of the Immortal Palace before they became the Nascent Soul or made great contributions.

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

The foreign surname is the foreign surname, and it will never be confused with the direct disciples of the Zhou family of the Zijian Palace. Even if the foreign surname monks and the direct disciples of the Immortal Palace are married, they are still foreign surnames. Only descendants who have been born in a few generations can gradually become the direct disciples of the Immortal Palace and gradually merge.

Ye Qin knew this and never planned to make friends with these direct disciples from the Immortal Palace.

He always had the mentality of being invisible and was able to avoid these monks in the Immortal Palace, which would save trouble.

However, the repeated provocations and entanglements made him angry and he became more and more disgusted with these direct disciples of the Immortal Palace.

But these direct disciples of the Immortal Palace do not have the courage to compete head-on, and they like to use some conspiracy methods.

Du Ran, a golden elixir monk in Shangtang Palace whom he met before at the ancient ship stronghold, wanted to bribe the evil cultivator Cao, who was the treasure-grabbing evil cultivator of the Blood Sea, and used these evil cultivators to deal with him. As a result, Du Ran failed to kill himself, but died on the blood mist wasteland.

"Ten million!"

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

Then, he said to Wang Shiwei with a expressionless face, "Fellow Daoist Wang, are you fighting with me for this Three Green Yu as an ordinary Golden Pill monk, or are you fighting with me for this Three Green Yu as the young master of Wanluo Palace?"

"So what if you are a Jindan monk? So what if you are the young palace master? Is there any difference?"

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

"Of course there is a difference. If you bid for these three Qingyu as an ordinary golden elixir monk, then I will pay 10 million and no longer offer. Your monster will pay a higher price. Just take these three Qingyu away. If you fight with me as the young master of Wanluo Palace, then I will fight with you to the end. Even if you are the young master of Wanluo Palace, I will take these three Qingyu away."

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

The two of them were talking and talking, competing against each other, with a strong smell of gunpowder, and they were at the point of not giving in at all.

The direct monks from the Immortal Palace and the treasure hunters with a famous blood sea of ​​treasures, all looked at each other without saying a word, and continued to look at Ye Qin and Wang Shiwei nervously.

When it comes to this point, it is going to be a breakup.

If this matter can be calmed down, the next time we meet will be fellow Taoists from the Heavenly Dao Alliance, and the harmony will be reached.

If this matter cannot be calmed down and the face is completely broken up, the next time I meet, the enemy will be.

Of course, it is impossible to start a fight in this Bloody Merchant Pavilion. But when you encounter it in the wilderness outside the city in private, it was a bloody battle on the spot, life and death, and nothing to say.

"good--!"

Wang Shiwei roared and slapped the table with his palm.

He is the young palace master of Wanluo Palace, and his identity is that he has always been flattered by the monks. When has he been threatened with such a threat? And it is also a threat from a casual cultivator who he has always looked down upon. If he doesn't let out this breath, he will have the face to keep among the direct monks of the Immortal Palace.

His eyes were red, and his cold tone seemed extremely stiff at this moment, with anger suppressing him, "I am now fighting with you as the young master of Wanluo Palace!!! Did you think you are the elder of the Zijian Palace, and I dare not fight with you if I can do it! Let me see today, what do you, a cultivator from a casual cultivator, use to compete with me!"

"One thousand one million!"

Wang Shiwei immediately made a offer and his subordinates of the Golden Pill piled up a bag of spirit stones on the table.

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

He had no more money on him, and the rest of his money was on Huangfu Binger.

Huangfu Binger casually placed a bag of 2 million spirit stones on the table without frowned, and offered indifferently, "Ye, 12 million!"

"One Thousand Three Millions!"

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

In such a short while, the three green feathers rose from nine million to one thousand three million, an increase of more than 40%. This has already made many Jindan monks present frightened. In fact, the real value of a twelve-level three green feather is about nine million. The extra ones are all raised up.

Even the direct monks of the Immortal Palace would have a painful squandering four million in this way.

"A twelve-level fire-phosphorus red-eyed beast head flat bone, plus five million spiritual pills! A discount of 14 million spiritual stones!"

Huangfu Binger placed a red animal bone on the table, plus five gourd elixirs.

The monks who were present in the treasure hunting of Jindan and the monks who were the direct descendants of Jindan, couldn't help but breathe a breath of air.

Even Wang Shiwei looked in disbelief.

Another twelve-level beast-type material!

At today's auction, two twelve-level beast-type materials have appeared, all of which are obtained from the twelve-level demon cultivator.

A twelve-level fire-phosphorus red-eyed beast head flat bone can be exchanged equally with a twelve-level three green feathers. Even if the original price of fire-phosphorus red-eyed beast head flat bone is calculated to be nine million, plus five million spirit stones, it still presses the young palace master of Wanluo Palace tightly.

In Ye Qin's hand, the beast bones, spiritual pills and other wealth that had been taken out were more than 20 million. He could bid slowly and suppress Wang Shiwei.

"I...send someone back and collect some spirit stones!"

Wang Shiwei took a deep breath, relieved the shock in his heart, and said to his subordinates behind him, "Come on, go to my young master's house and get the spirit stones."

"No! You must pay for it now. After selling this product, you will leave immediately after you get off!"

The middle-aged man vetoed it.
To be continued...