Five days later.

Zhenbao Pavilion Auction.

Yun Yifei was in a VIP room on the second floor, watching the monks in the hall bidding enthusiastically for a powerful magic weapon.

On that day, Yun Yifei received a treasure order from the Han Administration Office, so he naturally arranged a VIP room for him. After that, Qingyuan Dan was promoted as the main propaganda method in the market, which excited many monks. Yun Yifei saw it and enjoyed it.

Although the items auctioned in Zhenbao Pavilion are extraordinary, Yun Yifei was not interested and just waited for the auction of Jiutian Han Tie.

"Next, the object I took was the Earth-level elixir Qingyuan Pill. The effect of this elixir is to assist in the condensation of the elixir and increase the chance of forming the elixir..." Before the old man in charge of the auction introduced the Qingyuan Pill, the monks began to discuss it.

"Qingyuan Dan? Why have you never heard of it? Is it so magical?"

"Although I have never heard of Qingyuan Dan, the Zhenbao Pavilion can be auctioned, so there will naturally be no fake."

"Yes, Zhenbao Pavilion is still worthy of trust."

...

The monks talked a lot and said everything, but almost all the monks had never heard of the Qingyuan Pill. Most monks still trusted the Zhenbao Pavilion. It seems that the reputation of the Zhenbao Pavilion is still good, but some people doubt the effect of the Qingyuan Pill.

"Everyone, listen to me." The old man who hosted the auction seemed to have a magical voice. Although the sound was not loud, it could easily enter everyone's ears in this noisy environment and calm down.

"My Zhenbao Pavilion can guarantee that this Qingyuan Pill does have the effect of increasing the chance of forming the elixir, but the specific effect varies from person to person. The best one can increase the chance of forming the elixir by 10%. If you take the second Qingyuan Pill, the effect will be reduced by half. If you take the third Qingyuan Pill, the effect will be reduced by half again. If you take it, the effect will be lost." After the old man who presided over the auction said, he stopped talking. Although there were some restrictions, it did not affect its value. After all, there were almost no chances that could be increased. For some monks who had been in the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Period for a long time, they were unwilling to let go of a slight chance. After all, this step was a great world and destiny.

"The three Qingyuan Dan are sold together, at a low price of 30,000 spirit stones. Each price increase must not be less than 1,000 spirit stones. The auction begins now." The old man who hosted the auction waited for the monks to discuss for a while before speaking.

"Thirty thousand spirit stones"

"Thirty thousand spirit stones"

"Thirty-five thousand spirit stones"

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The monks all offered a bid, and even some monks who questioned the effect of the Qingyuan Pill participated in the auction, and the prices did not stop and kept soaring.

"Five Thousand Spirit Stones"

The time was not long, so it broke through the 50,000 mark, and many monks still participated in the bidding.

"Fifty-five thousand spirit stones"

"Fifty-eight thousand spirit stones"

...

Yun Yifei was surprised and happy in the VIP room on the second floor. Although he guessed that the Qingyuan Dan would be very popular, he didn't expect that he could buy such a high price.

"Eighty Thousand Spirit Stones"

Suddenly, a majestic sound rang in a room on the second floor, which suddenly increased the price by more than 10,000 spirit stones, which made the monks participating in the competition slightly stunned. They might have forgotten to bid, or they might have felt that it was inappropriate for such a high price. In short, they became quiet at this time.

"Three Qingyuan Pills, 80,000 Spirit Stones, have not been bid for yet?" said the old man who was hosting the auction, clearing his throat.

"Eighty-one thousand spirit stones", a middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and bid again.

"Ninety Thousand Spirit Stones", as soon as the words were finished, the majestic voice on the second floor sounded again.

"Ninety-one thousand spirit stones", another old man in brocade clothes bids for auction.

"100,000 Spirit Stones", the majestic voice on the second floor continued to sound.

"100,05,000 Spirit Stones", the old man in Jinyi looked gloomy and continued to bid. His cultivation was stuck in the Great Perfection Realm of the Foundation Establishment Stage for a long time. If he could not break through to the Dan Cultivation Stage, he would face the exhaustion of life, so he had to give it a try.

"Twelve Thousand Spirit Stones", the second floor's majestic voice still bids calmly, as if the words were not talking about the spirit stones, but just simple numbers.

The old man in Jinyi sighed lightly and became silent.

"Twelve Thousand Spirit Stones Once"

"Twelve Thousand Spirit Stones"

"Three Qingyuan Pills, 120,000 Spirit Stones were sold", the old man who presided over the auction announced.

At this time, the three Qingyuan Pills were judged to belong.

The auction continues.

"Next, the auction item is a wood elf grass of 1,500 years of medicine. Its effect is to increase life span. Even if it is not refined into pills, it can increase life span for decades. The starting price is 800,000 spirit stones, and now the auction starts." The old man who presided over the monk auction introduced a vibrant spirit grass.

Yun Yifei took a look, then withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and calmed down. This kind of spiritual medicine was planted in the Ten Thousand Spirit Cauldron, and it would grow up soon, so he was not interested.

After fierce auctions, the Wood Elf Grass reached a deal for a price of 1.5 million spirit stones.

The auction continues.

"Next, the auction item is still the Qingyuan Pill. The quality of this pill is better than the three Qingyuan Pills just now. Only one is auctioned, with a starting price of 20,000 spirit stones. Each increase must not be less than one thousand spirit stones." The old man who hosted the auction continued, looking at a room on the second floor intentionally or unintentionally.

When the monks heard this, they whispered and discussed it, and naturally they all felt that it was not worth it for the monks who bid for three Qingyuan Pills on the second floor.

"Thirty Thousand Spirit Stones", the majestic voice on the second floor sounded again.

"Thirty-five thousand spirit stones", the old man in brocade has come to his spirits.

"Thirty-eight thousand spirit stones", said the middle-aged monk who had bid for the auction.

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Seeing this, Yun Yifei smiled slightly and secretly sighed at the cleverness of Zhenbao Pavilion. After trying out the price of three inferior Qingyuan Pills, he sold it with one at this time, which gave those monks who could not afford three Qingyuan Pills a chance. He believed that the price of this pill would definitely exceed the average price of three pills.

"Five Thousand Spirit Stones", the majestic voice on the second floor still did not give up.

"Fifty-five thousand spirit stones", the old man in brocade was slapped.

"Sixty Thousand Spirit Stones", a majestic voice.

"You have to give others a chance," the old man in Jinyi shouted schemingly to a room on the second floor.

"Fellow Daoist, don't break the rules of the auction," the old man who presided over the auction said with his eyes narrowed.

"Sixty thousand spirit stones", the old man in Jinyi said with an ugly expression.

"Sixty-five thousand spirit stones", the majestic voice on the second floor is bound to be won.

In the end, this Qingyuan Pill returned to the master of the majestic voice on the second floor.

The auction was continued to be a treasure-refining material, which was of excellent texture. Yun Yifei was also optimistic and bid twice. But soon, the price of this material exceeded its value. At least Yun Yifei thought so. Although the price of this material would definitely increase several times after he turned it into a magic weapon, he also gave up on bidding because he did not want to attract too much attention.

Afterwards, the Qingyuan Dan appeared again. After a bidding, his destination was still the owner of the majestic voice on the second floor. Yun Yifei couldn't help but feel curious when he saw this.

After that, two Qingyuan Pills were interspersed with the auction, the auction came to an end.

"The next auction is the last item in this auction. The top-level treasure refining material, Nine Heavens Cold Iron. This piece of material is obtained from the top of Qingtian Huo Peak deep in the Leiyan Mountains. It is not only cold, but also has a pure texture and is of high quality without refining. It is actually the best choice for refining natal magic weapons. The starting price is one million spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than ten thousand spirit stones. The auction begins now." The old man who hosted the auction introduced a piece of material like bluestone on the round table, emitting a rich cold air.

"It's really the Nine Heavens Cold Iron." Yun Yifei not only carefully checked with his spiritual sense, but also used Powang Pupil to check it carefully to confirm that this was the Nine Heavens Cold Iron he needed, but the price was not cheap, so he did not bid immediately.

"The treasure refining materials cost one million spirit stones, which is too expensive."

"That's right, this is not something that ordinary monks can afford."

"You don't know this. This nine-day cold iron is indeed a difficult thing to find in the world. The price of one million spirit stones is fair, but it is indeed not something that ordinary monks can use," said an old man with a shrewd face with a smile.

"Old Huang, why did you say this?" Some monks around him recognized this old man and knew that he was a skilled weapon refiner.

"The Nine Heavens Cold Iron is not something that can be refined by ordinary flames because of its special cold nature. Even the elixir fire of ordinary elixirs cannot melt it. Furthermore, even if there is a help from a different fire, if it is not refined properly, it will definitely destroy the most important characteristic of this material," Huang Lao smiled and explained.

"If this material is destroyed, it will be heartbreaking."

"Old Huang, can you refine this material?"

"No", after Huang Lao's expression changed a little, he still admitted it.

"If it is so easy to refine, I believe this treasure pavilion will not sell this treasure for sale," Mr. Huang continued.

"The auction began", the old man who hosted the auction looked unnatural.

"One Hundred and One Thousand Spirit Stones", Yun Yifei had to offer.

"One hundred pick up ten thousand spirit stones", then an old voice sounded on the second floor.

"Is this, Mr. Chu of the Chu family?" A monk heard the old voice of the master.

"The Chu family, the Chu family, a great cultivation family that is attached to the Shenxiao Sect?"

"Of course, otherwise it would be the Chu family."

"The Chu family, who is good at refining treasures?" the monk continued to ask.

"It is precisely when I was buying magic weapons in the Chu family's store, I accidentally saw Mr. Chu come to check it out and heard his voice, but I can't make a mistake."

"Yes, the Chu family must have a way to smelify Jiutianhan iron into magic weapons."

"If someone in this cultivation world can refine the nine-day cold iron, there must be a Chu family. It is said that the Chu family has been refining treasures and weapons, and it can be seen from this that the Chu family's refining methods are even more sophisticated than the Shenxiao Sect."

"Fellow Taoist, be careful," another monk said quickly. After all, this is the territory of the Shenxiao Sect. If you say bad things about the Shenxiao Sect, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

"One and Two Hundred Thousand Spirit Stones", Yun Yifei refused to give in.

"One Hundred and Three Hundred Thousand Spirit Stones", Mr. Chu did not give up.

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To be continued...