Immortal Space

  Chapter 37 Fog Magic Mask

   "Now, the first lot."

  At this moment, a woman in palace attire walked up to the auction stage with a long wooden box in both hands.

Feng Qing took the wooden box, took out a fiery red flying sword from it, and introduced: "The top-grade flying sword of the fire attribute, the Chiyan sword, is made from the bottom of the volcano, and the whole body is cast from the fire iron that has been deposited for thousands of years. It can make the fire attribute Attack power increased by 10%."

   "The starting price is 500 spirit stones, and every time the price increases, no less than ten spirit stones."

  As soon as this remark came out, the audience immediately became lively. Magical artifacts that can increase the power of attacks are very rare.

  Cultivator fighting skills, in addition to cultivation, are also decisive factors such as magic tools, talismans, arrays, elixir and other foreign objects.

   "Five hundred and five!"

   "Six hundred!"

   "..."

   "Eight hundred and ten!"

   Soon the price rose to 800 spirit stones. Now Wang Hong is struggling to control the low-grade magic weapon, and even if he bought the top-grade magic weapon, he will not be able to use it temporarily, so he did not participate in the bidding.

  In the end, the Chiyan Sword was bought by a monk wearing a monkey mask for nine hundred spirit stones.

   "The next auction item is..."

  The next few auction items are not what Wang Hong needs now. But look, it's good to know a little bit more.

   "The next item in the auction, please allow me to shut it down first." As he said, Feng Qing took out a white mask from the tray and put it on his face.

   Then he saw a puff of smoke around his face, and when the smoke cleared, the old man Feng Qing turned into a handsome young man. No abnormality can be found in the investigation of spiritual consciousness.

  After another puff of smoke passed, the old man Feng Qing directly turned into a maid holding a tray next to him, lifelike.

  The old man seemed to be addicted to playing, and changed more than ten faces in succession before he took it off and put it on the tray.

   This performance also aroused great interest from the audience.

   "This magic weapon is called the Fog Illusion Mask, and it was personally refined by the foundation-building monks of the Thousand Illusions Sect. As for the specific function, I believe I don't need to explain it anymore, right?

  The auction starts now, with a starting price of 100 spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than 10 spirit stones. "

   "I pay six hundred."

   "I want seven hundred!"

   "Get out! I'll give you 800!"

   "..."

   "One thousand, I'm going to make it!"

"Eleven hundred."

  Wang Hong also shouted the price several times among the crowd.

  Although it is impossible to make a deal at the current price, first follow the price call, join in the fun, and get acquainted.

  This fog phantom mask, he is determined to get it, no matter how expensive it is.

  He believes that as soon as he leaves Qingxu City, he will be hunted down by the Lin family immediately. With his current level, he doesn't have the confidence to survive the hunting of the Lin family.

   It means that he is now blocked in the city by the Lin family, and he will be fine for a short time. But it is very unfavorable for his long-term development. After all, there are many resources outside the city, which cannot be bought with the flower spirit stone of Qingxu City.

  With the fog mask, he can change his appearance at any time, and sneak out of the city without anyone noticing. Break out of this current state of blockade.

   "Two thousand one hundred."

   "Two thousand and two."

   "..."

  The price is still rising rapidly, and there is no intention of stopping at all. In the end, the price rose to four thousand spirit stones, and the rate of increase slowed down.

  After all, not everyone has to buy it. Four thousand spirit stones is not a small amount, and you can buy four hundred Qi Gathering Pills. Compared to the magic weapon, it is already a sky-high price.

   Only Wang Hong and the other two are participating in the bidding. One wears a smiley face mask and the other wears a bear head mask.

   "I pay four thousand three hundred and fifty." The smiley mask quoted.

  The monk with the bear mask hesitated for a moment, and said, "Four thousand four hundred."

  The smiling-faced monk, hearing the offer, finally sat down slumped, obviously quitting.

  Brother Xiongtou looked in Wang Hong's direction with a bit of complacency, and withdrew one more, leaving him and Wang Hong alone. He had already seen the sign of victory.

  Wang Hong was about to make an offer when a cold, emotionless voice sounded.

   "Four thousand five."

  The bear-headed monk felt that victory was in sight, and at this time he killed another one halfway. He looked angrily at the place where the sound came from.

  Seeing is a monk wearing a butterfly mask, looking at him with an indifferent look.

   "Four thousand and six." Brother Xiongtou did not hesitate this time, and directly increased the price.

   "Four thousand seven." Butterfly Mask's voice remained cold.

  Bear head was about to quote again, when a monk next to him pulled his arm. When the bear-headed monk noticed it, he slowly closed his open mouth unwillingly.

   "Five thousand!"

  At this time, Wang Hong's voice came out, and this Butterfly cultivator was obviously determined to win, so he simply added more points at a time.

   "Five thousand one."

   "Six thousand." Wang Hong was simple and rude.

   "Six thousand five."

   "Seven thousand." Wang Hong was preparing to bid eight thousand one by one, but there was no response for a long time.

  Looking up, the monk with the butterfly mask is no longer as indifferent as before. Staring at Wang Hong, his eyes were bloodshot.

  Brother Xiongtou was in a good mood when he saw this: "So it's just a silver-like wax gun head, I can't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf!"

  Wang Hong also felt that this butterfly-masked monk was too pretentious, and he was ready to bleed.

  Finally, Wang Hong won the Misty Mask with seven thousand spirit stones. Soon there were ladies who brought the misty mask to Wang Hong. Wang Hong handed the lady a storage bag, which contained spiritual herbs worth about eight thousand spiritual stones.

  The auction allows all kinds of spiritual objects to be used to offset spirit stones, but they have to discount the price, and 90% of the market price can be used to offset spirit stones.

   Therefore, ordinary monks are still more willing to use spirit stones, and it is not easy to collect spiritual objects, and they may not be enough for themselves.

  Wang Hong is different. As long as he has the opportunity to sell the spirit grass in his hand, even if he earns 10% less, he is very happy. The spirit grass in his space grows fast, and the small shop is a bit overwhelmed now. In addition, the space land is still waiting to eat spirit stones.

  The fog phantom mask was sold at a high price, which brought the auction into a small climax (chaotong tide).

  The old man Fengqing strikes while the iron is hot, and said: "The next lot is a top-quality magic weapon. The yin and yang blade."

   "There is an extremely high-quality magic weapon now. This kind of rare treasure, the joint auction of ten stores is really powerful." Someone in the audience exclaimed.

   "Yeah, this kind of treasure is actually not the finale."

  Old man Feng took out two small knife instruments from the tray and demonstrated them on the spot. The two small knives were like two lights and shadows, circling and dancing around Feng Qing.

   "Extreme magic weapon, the starting price is one hundred spirit stones, and each time the price is increased, no less than one hundred spirit stones."

   "Five Hundred"

   "six hundred"

  …

  In the end, this magic weapon sold for a high price of nine thousand spirit stones.

  Feng Qing stroked his long beard with a smile, and said: "The previous auction items were all magical artifacts, and now we are entering the next round, the auction of medicinal herbs and spiritual herbs."

   "The first lot, a barrier-breaking pill, will face a small bottleneck for Qi training monks on the third, sixth, and ninth floors of Qi training.

  Some monks may break through without realizing it, while some monks are trapped for a lifetime without making any progress.

  Breaking Barrier Pill, refined with centuries-old red blood ginseng as the main medicine, can break any bottleneck in the Qi training period. It is even slightly helpful for foundation building.

  The starting price is 500 spirit stones, and each increase is no less than 50 spirit stones. "

   "six hundred"

   "seven hundred"

  …

  Because red blood ginseng is extremely difficult to survive artificially, there are only a small number of surviving plants, which can also be used by builders and golden core monks. Therefore, there have never been more than fifty barrier-breaking pills that appear on the bright side of Qingxu City every year.

   This leads to extremely fierce competition, which can be used by every qi cultivator. Even if one's aptitude is good and one does not need the power of pills, one can still take them during foundation building to increase the success rate.

  In the end, this barrier-breaking pill sold for a high price of 10,000 spirit stones.

  Wang Hong sighed in his heart, alchemy is really a huge profit industry, and the price of this precious pill can be more than ten times higher than the cost.

   Then several rare medicinal pills were auctioned, all of which fetched very high prices.

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