In fact, not only the audience sitting below were in an uproar, but even Wu Bing in the box had his eyebrows twitching several times.

But in the end, he, the master, did not open his eyes, but sat cross-legged on a chair wrapped in spiritual stones, meditating quietly and practicing.

Wu Bing endured it, but Mo Yiyi was no longer calm.

70 medium-grade spiritual stones, this is already the highest price that Mo Yiyi can give.

Don't think that if the system provides reimbursement, Mo Yiyi can spend money like crazy.

Her pickiness is hidden in her bones!

Mo Yiyi liked this set of furniture very much, not only because it was made of golden nanmu, but also because of its carving.

The carvings on this set of furniture are so beautiful!

But no matter how high the price is, it’s not a good deal.

Mo Yiyi hesitated and hesitated, and finally decided to raise the price again.

"110!"

Mo Yiyi talked to Fang Jiaohong, and Fang Jiaohong was also happy and directly quoted the price.

However, she didn't expect that as soon as she opened her mouth, the man's voice came out again.

"111 medium-grade spiritual stones. Fellow Taoist, please do me a favor. This set of golden nanmu furniture is of great significance to me."

The man's voice was gentle and gentle, but Mo Yiyi was very angry when he heard it.

When buying something at an auction, it depends on how many spiritual stones there are.

It makes sense to talk to her here. She instinctively hates such people!

Her Royal Highness the Princess in the audience also thought so.

Ever since the man spoke, the princess's face has undergone some changes. It can be seen that she is trying to endure it, but she cannot hide her dislike for someone!

The man sitting next to her, who was fifty or sixty-six percent similar to her, saw how hard it was for her to endure it. Although he was equally angry in his heart, he still suppressed his temper and tried to comfort her.

"Be patient, Xiwen, and don't let your anger ruin your health because of those little people."

Princess Long Xiwen gritted her teeth and took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"Brother, I'm not willing to give in. How can my dowry fall into his hands?"

The eldest prince sitting next to Long Xiwen also sighed at this time.

He couldn't say that Long Xiwen shouldn't have sent his dowry to the auction in the first place.

Because his spiritual roots were detected, his fiancé, who had been engaged to Long Xiwen since childhood and acted as deeply in love as the sea, turned around and hooked up with a female disciple of an inner sect of the sect, and withdrew on the grounds that they were different from Xianfan.

This marriage.

Long Xiwengui was a princess, and this incident had a great impact on her.

Especially her fiancé actually brought the inner disciple with him to Long Xiwen on the grounds of compensation and said a lot of words that were clearly meant to apologize, but were actually derogatory!

Long Xiwen's set of golden nanmu furniture was painted by her fiancé himself. Long Xiwen asked her father to find a skilled craftsman and spent four years carving it from a whole century-old golden nanmu tree.

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Long Xiwen has always liked this set of furniture. Since it was completed, he has been looking at it frequently and touching every pattern on it.

But now, Long Xiwen has very complicated feelings about this set of furniture. She sent them to the auction because she wanted to put an end to her past. Therefore, she couldn't bear the thought of them falling into the hands of Lou Changfeng!

"120 pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones!"

Tianzi Room No. 1 made another bid, and Long Xiwen also cast a hopeful look there.

However, the man's voice sounded again in Room No. 11.

"Fellow Taoist, this set of auction items is indeed very important to me. I ask you to be so generous as to sell me some face. If you go downstairs to Changfeng, I will definitely pay you back in the future."

After hearing this, Noila Mo laughed angrily and directly pressed her hand on the magic circle without Fang Jiaohong.

"This set of furniture obviously comes from the royal family. Why is your relationship with the royal family so important to you?"

The entire auction house fell silent due to Mo Yiyi's sudden voice, and then there was a heated discussion.

The Sword Sect is still very prestigious in the entire cultivation world, and everyone knows what the Sword Sect is like. Unless it is a large-scale auction held by the Chamber of Commerce, the Sword Sect will not participate in it.

Of course, the box will still be reserved for them.

However, today, the always tight Jianzong not only came, but also generously snatched a set of ordinary furniture from others!

When Shi Fengqin introduced this set of furniture, he mentioned the style, length, material and workmanship of the furniture, but he did not mention the origin of the furniture.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that anyone who can produce such objects in the mortal world must come from the royal family.

The male cultivator in room No. 11 said that this set of furniture was very important to him. However, the royal family had taken out the items for auction, so how could they buy them back? Therefore, the person in the box must not be a member of the royal family, since he was not.

, what does this set of furniture have to do with him?

The people in the box fell silent, and after a long time, the man's voice came out again.

"I made the pictures for this set of furniture."

Noila Mo snorted and asked back.

"The royal family didn't give you money to draw pictures?"

Mo Yiyi's rhetorical question caused many people to laugh.

Indeed, a painter must say that this set of furniture is of great significance to him. What is the significance? Is it the significance of not being paid?

Noila Mo didn't want to talk nonsense with this person anymore, so she spoke frankly.

"If you have the spiritual stone, just quote me. Your price is higher than my psychological price, so this set of furniture is naturally yours!" However, if you can't afford the spiritual stone, don't insist on talking about 'importance'!

In Room No. 11, the building manager looked lonely.

I have to say that Lou Changfeng is very good-looking, with sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, a high nose, and bright red lips. He has the appearance of a young man who is easy to be attracted to.

At this time, there was sadness in his eyes, and the female cultivator sitting next to him couldn't hold back her temper, and angrily spoke to the steward sitting at the head table.

"Auntie, Changfeng just wants to get back that set of furniture. The emperor used his power to promise that princess to Changfeng. Changfeng didn't want to, but he still wanted to fulfill the marriage. After that, he was forced to endure

It took me more than half a month to draw such a furniture diagram just for the purpose of building furniture for the princess! This is really too much to bully, aunt, you must help Changfeng!"

"Okay, okay, it's just a set of furniture. Now that he is practicing immortality, he will be different from that princess who is also an immortal in the future."

The steward was still very kind to his niece, but looked at Lou Changfeng with a slightly cold gaze.

After all, she is someone who has experienced strong winds and waves, so she can still understand Lou Changfeng's little tricks.

The reason why the manager let him go was because he wanted his niece to go through more things and stop being naive, so he let Lou Changfeng go.

But if he wants her to waste money on him, she will definitely not do it!

"Auntie, please help Changfeng this time. If you don't buy this set of furniture, Changfeng will definitely have inner demons in the future."

The female cultivator begged her aunt, looking very pitiful. It seemed that she really believed that he would have inner demons.

The manager looked at Lou Changfeng, then at his silly niece, thought for a while, and finally came up with a solution.

"Then just sign the IOU. I can't give him this spiritual stone for free."

When the female cultivator heard this, she suddenly became happy and said quickly.

"Okay aunt, let's sign!"

But the steward just watched the building manager Feng arrive.

"He is the one who wants to buy the things. Of course he has to sign the IOU. What does it have to do with you?"

Lou Changfeng's eyelids moved and he looked at the female cultivator, but stopped talking.

Seeing him like this, the female cultivator couldn't help but feel a little anxious and told the steward.

"Auntie, Changfeng hasn't started yet. Even if he does in the future, there are still many places to spend spiritual stones..."

The steward picked up the tea cup and interrupted the female nun's words in a friendly manner.

"Look, it's almost over."

Shi Fengqin has already begun to look around the audience. If no one offers a higher price, this set of furniture will belong to Mo Yiyi!

The female cultivator was a little anxious and looked at Lou Changfeng. However, Lou Changfeng hesitated to speak. After a few moments, he sighed, and Shi Fengqin's voice came out at this time.

"Congratulations to our distinguished guest for finding what he wanted and finding a great product..."

The female cultivator's face turned pale, and she wanted to say something anxiously, but was stopped in time by Lou Changfeng.

The two of them looked at each other, Lou Changfeng showed a gentle and suppressed smile, and shook his head at her.

The female cultivator was so distressed that she almost shed tears. At this moment, she felt more and more sorry for the man in front of her, and at the same time she also felt some resentment towards her aunt.

It's just some spiritual stones. They also said they would return them to her, so why can't she help!

The steward saw all this in his eyes, but said nothing and continued to drink his tea, but the light in his eyes was slightly cold.

The thing was finally in hand, the anger in Mo Yiyi's heart was relieved, and her hand was finally removed from the magic circle. She was very satisfied at this moment!

Just when she caught sight of her master from the corner of her eye, Mo Yiyi was suddenly startled. She looked at Wu Bing. Wu Bing, who was supposed to be practicing, was now staring straight at her, which scared her so much that her heart almost jumped.
To be continued...