Chapter 37 Competition at the Auction

Day by day, more and more warriors came to Tianyuan City. In addition to the city lord of Daqing City, two more giants came in the past two days, the sect lord of the Blood Hand Sect and the lord of the Mysterious Demon Valley. The high-level masters are all famous sects in the vicinity.

They all came here for their outstanding disciples, originally to ask for Xiantian Pills from the City Lord's Mansion, but now the target is Tianyin Auction House's Xiantian Pills.

In the early morning of the Xiantian Pill auction, Ye Xiwen got up early and went out to the Tianyin Auction House. Compared with the time Ye Xiwen arrived a few days ago, it was definitely crowded.

Moreover, most of them are warriors, and they all have some force. It is not uncommon for people to fight when they disagree. Those who make trouble are directly thrown out by the guards of Tianyin Auction House, and they are forbidden to enter.

However, for Ye Xiwen, who has advanced exercises such as "Tianxianbu", it is not a problem. Like a fish, he easily shuttled into the auction house. Like last time, after paying the spirit stone, Ye Xiwen received it. own seat plate.

Ye Xiwen had just walked into the passage, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of figures striding in the VIP passage not far away. The leader was a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his forties. It is bloody, and it seems that you can smell the smell of blood from a long distance. His big hands are red, scarlet scarlet.

A young man in blood was followed behind him, his face was very pale, as if he was recovering from a serious illness, but there was a bit of gloom in his constantly flashing eyes, and just like the middle-aged man, his hands were also red.

"Everyone hurry up and stay away, there are people from the Bloodstained Sect over there, but An Yuan, the Sect Master of the Bloodstained Sect, leads the team in person!"

"Tsk tsk, it seems that the competition for Xiantian Pill this time is just a few of them. The one behind An Yuan is his proud disciple An Yunpeng. This time An Yuan came in person to buy Xiantian Pill for An Yunpeng. !"

"It's him, right, looking at his red hands, he must have practiced blood hand skills to a considerable extent. It is said that this kind of martial arts needs to be practiced with the blood of living people, and I don't know how many people have been killed by him. !"

"Shh, be quiet, do you want to die? Those are all unreasonable cultists!"

Whispering in the crowd.

"The valley owner of the Mysterious Demon Valley just passed by, tsk tsk, full of style!"

"No, this time, it's these forces that are competing for Xiantian Pill!"

Ye Xiwen didn't stay long before he found his seat, closed his eyes and waited for the auction to start.

The auction was full of people, and after another half an hour, it finally started.

"Welcome all of you to participate in our auction house's auction this time!" The candidate for this auction was the old man from last time, "Why did you come here, the old man knows, this time it's no nonsense, let's start our work immediately. next auction!"

Similar to the last time, this time the white-robed old man still had no nonsense, and started very concisely.

Compared with the last time, the quality of the items in this auction has obviously improved a lot.

"This precious sword, named Bixue, is made of thousand-year-old cold iron. This is an outstanding work cast by a master invited by our auction house. It cuts iron like mud, and the reserve price is 2,000 low-grade spirit stones!" In front of the old man There was a platinum tray on which an azure sword lay quietly on it. A faint cold air swept around the blade, causing the surrounding air to condense into white air. It was obviously a weapon of magic.

Compared with the previous auction items, the quality has been significantly improved, but Ye Xiwen is still not very interested. He uses a knife. There is a huge difference between a knife and a sword. No matter how good a sword is, it is useless.

However, Ye Xiwen was not interested, but many people were very interested, and the financial resources of the warriors who came this time were much stronger than before.

"Two thousand three hundred yuan!"

"Two thousand five hundred dollars!"

"Three thousand!"

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After two minutes of bidding, the sword was bought at the price of 4,500 low-grade spirit stones.

Ye Xiwen was a little stunned by how rich he was.

Sure enough, Tianyin Auction House came up with some good weapons or cherished materials one after another, but none of them made Ye Xiwen's heart move. Ye Xiwen didn't have much use, so he didn't participate in the competition. Of course, the most important thing is The thing is, the price of the items this time is also more expensive. It's not that Ye Xiwen can't afford anything, but he just didn't see the extent to which Ye Xiwen felt he had to buy it.

Gradually, some people in the VIP box began to compete, and they offered prices one after another. Compared with the people below, the people in the VIP box were undoubtedly much more aggressive.

But then the same auction item quickly attracted Ye Xiwen's attention.

"The next thing we are going to auction is a piece of inner armor. This inner armor is from a famous hand and is made of golden cicada silk. It is difficult to penetrate. With this inner armor, I believe that everyone's personal safety will also be protected. A big guarantee!" The white-robed old man said with a smile.

As he said that, he opened the red canvas, and saw a snow-white inner armor lying quietly on it.

"Our low price for this inner armor is 4,000!" The white-robed old man said, defensive items are always more expensive than weapons.

Ordinary magic weapons are definitely not so expensive, but this is still an inner armor. With inner armor, it is absolutely equivalent to an extra life.

"Five thousand five hundred yuan!" Ye Xiwen shouted first. He was also very envious of this inner armor. Although he knew that most of it would not fall into his hands, after all, his financial resources were limited, but he still had to give it a try.

"Eight thousand!" As soon as Ye Xiwen's voice fell, a somewhat arrogant young man's voice immediately shouted, as arrogant as ever, an increase of 2,500 yuan in one breath.

Ye Xiwen frowned, such a mess, only Tianyin Auction House is really happy. Ye Xiwen looked at the white-robed old man in the center of the auction hall, and sure enough, the white-robed old man's eyes narrowed with laughter.

Ye Xiwen heard it, wasn't this voice the voice of the young city lord of Daqing City, Zhao Qiyan?

"Nine thousand yuan!" Another person in the VIP box said, looking at the position of the people in Xuanmo Valley.

"Ten thousand yuan!" Zhao Qiyan said again, triumphant in his tone.

"Ten thousand and two!" The young master of the Mysterious Demon Valley in the box also looked arrogant.

"15,000!" Zhao Qiyan spoke again, as if the uncle didn't care about money at all, and finally let the young master of Xuanmo Valley give in.

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