BXBX NOVEL Chapter 245: auction
One catty of medium-grade spirit wine is exchanged for one catty of black iron essence, and one catty of top-grade spirit wine is exchanged for ten catties of black iron essence.
If you have more than a hundred years of spirit wine, the price can be calculated separately. "
The price quoted by Song Wei is much higher than the market price.
But people are rare goods to live in, and Wang Hong happens to have such a need, so he can only recognize it with his nose.
"Uncle Song, I happen to have a pot of five-hundred-year-old wine in my hand. I wonder if I can exchange it for a few black iron essences."
Wang Hong said, then took out a large altar of sealed spiritual wine and handed it to Song Wei.
Song Wei opened the lid, and the whole secret room was filled with the smell of wine, which even wafted to the venue below.
Some wine drinkers kept wriggling their noses, looking for the source of the aroma of the wine.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, is it not an auction item to hide such a good spiritual wine?"
"Yes! Fellow Daoist Wu, why don\'t you take it out and auction it together."
Several monks with sensitive noses have already smelled it. The fragrance came from upstairs, and they thought it was a collection of Qingxulou.
"Fellow daoists, this is not from Qingxulou\'s collection. Maybe the seniors in the VIP room are drinking. It\'s better not to disturb us."
Wu Dayong already guessed that Song Wei should be drinking. As a Jindan expert, it is not surprising that the spirit wine he drank was of better quality.
Everyone was a little disappointed after hearing Wu Dayong\'s explanation, so they could only try their best to shift their attention to the auction, so as not to be lured by the smell of the wine.
Song Wei poured out a small cup, took a sip, smashed it, and was very satisfied.
"This wine is good, do you have any more? I can give you thirty thousand catties of black iron essence in exchange. How about it?"
Song Wei put the lid on the altar and asked.
"Uncle Song, this junior also bought this altar of spiritual wine from a down-and-out monk. It is a blessing to receive one jar, and there will be more."
Seeing Song Wei asking about it, Wang Hong cried bitterly.
Song Wei is right when he thinks about it. He has lived for hundreds of years as a Jindan cultivator, and he has never encountered such a good thing.
Then the two reached a deal, Wang Hong exchanged a jar of spirit wine for three pieces of Black Iron Essence.
But he is still far from his goal. He still has nine subordinates here. If each piece can be used to refine a spiritual weapon, he is still five yuan away.
I hope that this auction can harvest a few pieces. There should be a high chance of buying some in an auction with so many people participating.
At this time, the auction below is auctioning Zhuyan Dan, which is also an item provided by Wang Hong.
He provided a total of three Zhuyan pills, which were divided into three auctions. This lot was auctioned with spirit stones, and there was no need to use second-order materials to counter the price.
Therefore, the competition for Zhuyan Dan in the auction below has always been fierce.
"I will offer 80,000 spirit stones!"
Although the monk was wearing a mask, he could tell from his voice that he was a nun, and there was a hint of madness in his voice.
"I offer one hundred thousand!"
Another monk wearing a butterfly mask directly increased the price by 20,000 yuan. He is also a female nun and also has a crazy energy.
As a nun, if possible, who can tolerate the face in the mirror getting old day by day?
"115,000!"
A male cultivator called out a price without confidence. In this respect, a male cultivator is absolutely inferior to a female cultivator.
"120,000!" Another female cultivator joined in.
"140,000!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"..."
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In the end, the price was driven up to 200,000 spirit stones by a few crazy female nuns.
Then the second piece was sold for 210,000 yuan, and the third piece was sold for a high price of 250,000 spirit stones.
This made Wang Hong, who was having a barbecue in the VIP room upstairs, deeply appreciate the loveliness of female nuns.
After auctioning off a few more items, Wu Dayong took out a pill bottle and held it in his palm.
"Fellow daoists, what we are going to auction now is a small Breakthrough Pill, which has a miraculous effect on breaking through the bottleneck in the early and middle stages of foundation establishment."
Wu Dayong just introduced it very briefly, anyway, as long as he is a foundation-building monk, he will know this kind of elixir.
Small Breakthrough Pill is made from more than 300-year-old red blood ginseng as the main medicine, which can allow monks in the early and middle stages of foundation building to directly break through a bottleneck.
Da Pojing Pill uses red blood ginseng more than five hundred years old as the main medicine, which can help break through the bottleneck in the later stage of foundation establishment. It is said that it is also slightly helpful for the foundation establishment Dzogchen monks to condense golden pills.
Because red blood ginseng is not easy to grow, the longer the year, the easier it is to die, resulting in the extremely rare number of large and small breaking realm pills.
Some foundation-building monks have encountered a bottleneck in their practice, and it may take years or decades to break through.
How many decades can be delayed in the life of a monk who establishes a foundation.
And after some monks encounter bottlenecks, they even cannot break through for life.
Therefore, every time the Breakthrough Pill appears, it will cause the foundation-building monks to scramble.
After Wu Dayong announced the start of bidding, the price of this small breaking realm pill rose rapidly, and soon reached more than 200,000 spirit stones.
There are more than 200,000 spirit stones here, but they need to be paid for by second-level spirit objects, which have a much higher gold content than direct use of spirit stones.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"
This young monk didn\'t wear a mask, because he was the young master of a middle-level sect, and he didn\'t have to be afraid of others killing people to seize treasures if he participated in a mere auction.
"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
The middle-aged monk who followed the bidding also did not wear a mask, because he also has a lot of background.
"Two hundred and eighty thousand!"
This monk, who raised the price by 20,000 at a time, had a hoarse voice. He was wearing a tiger-head mask and a cloak, covering his whole body tightly.
Up to now, only these three people are still bidding.
The two monks who didn\'t wear masks saw that they were being suppressed by a monk who didn\'t dare to show their faces, and they were suddenly very angry, and they raised their prices one after another.
"Two hundred and ninety thousand!"
"Three hundred thousand!"
Wang Hong was sitting upstairs in the VIP room at this time, seeing the heroes from all walks of life bravely raising their prices, he was already happy in his heart.
Especially when I saw these young heroes, one by one, they were competitive, fighting against each other, and they refused to admit defeat.
Wang Hong was so happy from ear to ear, everyone was rushing to give him spirit stones and resources.
In the end, the mysterious cultivator wearing a tiger-head mask bought this small boundary-breaking pill at a price of 350,000 spirit stones.
The other two monks, although unconvinced in their hearts, had no choice but to admit defeat for the time being because they were cash-strapped.
After the cultivator photographed the Little Breaking Realm Pill, he quickly completed the delivery of the item with the auction house, and then quietly left the auction house.
After he left, several monks in the venue followed him quietly.
As for whether the two sides will have friendly exchanges after going out, or kill people to seize treasures, these have nothing to do with Qingxulou.