Da Sikong shouted again at the alchemist elder, and sound waves surged out in circles, making the other party dizzy.

The elder alchemist glared at Da Sikong, tremblingly, stretched out a wrinkled finger, and said: "Monk... you are so cruel..."

"Seven thousand holy stones, once."

"Seven thousand holy stones, twice."

"Seven thousand holy stones, deal."

Seeing Qi Feiyu knocking down the jade hammer, Da Sikong suddenly showed an expression of ecstasy, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, I told you that it can be photographed with less than 10,000 holy stones, but you still don't believe it.

"?

Zhang Ruochen nodded with satisfaction and said: "I will still give you 10,000 holy stones, 7,000 of which will be paid to Zhuguang Pavilion, and the remaining 3,000 holy stones will be yours."

Da Sikong widened his eyes and said, "Give me all three thousand holy stones?"

"Don't be so surprised, that's the holy stone you earned through your own efforts." Zhang Ruochen said lightly.

Kong Hongbi naturally heard the conversation between Zhang Ruochen and Da Sikong, and felt even more angry, feeling like she had been tricked.

If he knew that the person buying Xiang Soul was Gu Linfeng, he would have at least doubled the price.

As if Zhang Ruochen couldn't see the murderous look in Gu Linfeng's eyes, he stood up and prepared to leave the auction house.

Now that I have photographed the soul of the blue-armored sacred elephant, there is no need to stay here anymore.

"Next, the item to be auctioned is an ancestral artifact from the former Sage Central Empire." Qi Feiyu's sweet voice sounded on the auction stage.

Originally, Zhang Ruochen had already stood up, but he trembled all over, stopped abruptly, and sat back on his seat.
Chapter completed!