The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 38: 1 huge sum of money

Just when Lin Yun hesitated whether to bid.

In a box in the private room on the second floor.

"Young Master, it has been confirmed. The golden horns were sent by a person named Lin Yun, wearing Qingyunzong costumes."

"Blue Cloud Sect!"

The young master of the Yun family heard the words Qingyunzong, his face was gloomy and said: "Where is he?"

The guard respectfully said: "It is in the box No.17 opposite. The first shot of the blood-changing pill was taken by Lin Yun."

It was supposed to be confidential information, but because of the identity of the young master of the Yun family, it was impossible to hide it at all.

The Yun family is in Baishui City and has a respectable status. Together with the other three families, they are in charge of the entire city.

Even the owner of the auction house did not dare to offend any one of them too much.

"It turned out to be him. No wonder that voice sounds familiar to me."

Young Master Yun's mouth turned up slightly: "I can't help you in the Hengyun Mountains. Come to this Baishui City, we can have fun."

At this moment.

On the auction stage, a trace of anxiety flashed in Qiu Shui's eyes, and he said again: "Is there really no one bidding for 800 low-grade spirit stones?"

"Eight hundred and ten!"

At this moment, the sound of bidding sounded, and Qiu Shui looked over like lightning.

"Hehe, this is the distinguished guest in Box No. 17, with a vision, this ancient sword box is definitely worth the money!"

Finally, I won't lose the shot anymore, Qiu Shui's delicate face regained his smile.

The eyes that looked over seemed to be about to give birth to water, and the people who looked at them flickered.

In the private room, Lin Yun touched his nose: "Is it a bit taken advantage of?"

Looking at the look of the auctioneer, he feels a little bad.

The warriors in the hall were in an uproar, with a mocking expression on their faces, apparently thinking that someone would buy this broken thing.

"Once, twice...well, congratulations to this distinguished guest..."

"Slow! The master of the sword box, one thousand six hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

Just as the auctioneer was about to say the word "sale", suddenly someone quoted a double price.

Qiu Shui showed a look of astonishment on his face, ecstatic in his heart, and quickly looked over and smiled: "It turns out that it is the young master of the Yun family. Who do I say is such a big deal!"

Young Master Yun Family?

Lin Yun was taken aback for a moment. This guy was chased by a group of bulls, but he didn't die.

"The kid surnamed Lin, with me today, don't even want to take a picture of you!"

In the private room, the young master of the Yun family said coldly, and the sharpness of the words pointed directly at Lin Yun.

Everyone in the lobby was still wondering just now, how could there be such a high price, at this moment, they all showed a sense of surprise.

It turned out that there was a holiday, and the young master of the Yun family was going to hit a person's face with a spirit stone.

"Three thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

But who knows, the young master of the Yun family had just fallen, and Lin Yun's offer came out.

Qiu Shui thought he had heard it wrong, and after confirming it, he smiled from ear to ear: "The seventeenth VIP offers three thousand, is there any higher price than this!"

"Damn it!"

The young master of the Neiyun family in Yajian felt a hot pain on his face. Just now he even said that Lin Yun could not even buy the root hair.

As a result, the other party immediately quoted a price that was nearly twice as high, and slapped him severely.

The young master of the Yun family gritted his teeth and prepared to quote another price.

"Young Master, don't! We are commissioned by the Purple Flame Sect to bid for the blood flame bones. If there are not enough spirit stones, it will be miserable if we don't complete the task."

The calm guard next to him quickly stopped him and persuaded him bitterly.

The young master of the Yun family was unwilling, but thinking of the horror of the Purple Flame Sect, he still resisted the urge to quote.

"It seems that no one can be more than 3,000 low-grade spirit stones, does Young Master Yun really not consider it?"

Qiulan blinked her eyes and looked over, as if she was saying, you just said that you were mad.

In the private room, the young master of the Yun family flushed red, clenching his fists, just as if he hadn't heard the auctioneer's words.

"Congratulations to this distinguished guest for successfully bidding for the ancient sword box at the price of three thousand low-grade spirit stones."

It was a pity that the idiot young master of the Yun family was still somewhat sensible, otherwise this single would really make a lot of money.

However, it is already making a lot of money right now, so Qiu Shui is still excited.

After about a cup of tea, two strong men carried the sword case and sent it to Lin Yun's private room.

The black-clothed steward who came with him smiled and said, "Master Lin, your sword case is here."

Lin Yun nodded slightly: "It is not necessary for the spirit stone to be deducted from my golden horn auction."

"Good to say."

After the group of people exited, Lin Yun carefully observed the sword box.

The old sword box is rusty and mottled, and it looks a little worn. The ancient rhyme that can be emitted is not fake.

The appearance is much more enduring than imagined. The pattern on the surface of the sword case gives a simple and deep texture.

The moment when the sword box was opened, as Qiulan said, the air was cold and icy.

"Not bad."

Lin Yun showed satisfaction. This is what he values ​​most about this sword box. He can decorate the petals in the future. The cool cold air can ensure the longevity of the floral fragrance and prevent premature withering.

Compared with Xuanbing, the funeral flower sword currently has some gaps, and it needs to be raised with floral fragrance.

Although you are not in a hurry, you still have to prepare in advance.

It just made him a little surprised, but the sword case, half the thickness of a little finger, was so heavy.

I want to come to this sword box, there are some ways. Those appraisers are not randomly quoted starting prices.

The auction is gradually coming to an end, and the last lot will soon be ushered in.

"Next is the finale of this auction. I must have heard that this time the auction will be ten blood flame bones. The blood flame bone is the core material for creating the blood flame armor. The flame armor will not be fatal in the face of the nine-fold attack of the martial arts. I will not introduce the value of this item. The starting price is 20,000 lower-grade spirit stones!

Qiulan was quite confident about this last lot, and didn't introduce much at all.

Be straightforward and quote a price that suffocates the audience.

The huge number of 20,000 low-grade spirit stones!

There are many warriors in the hall, secretly speechless, this number of low-grade spirit stones. Even if they worked hard for a lifetime, they would not be able to accumulate it.

"Twenty-five thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

The young master of the Yun family, who had been holding his breath before, immediately quoted, eager to show his financial resources.

Furthermore, he added 5,000 lower-grade spirit stones directly.

"Thirty thousand!"

"Forty thousand!"

"Five thousand!"

But soon, his price was quickly covered up by other people's quotations, and the five thousand low-grade spirit stones added were not worth mentioning.

The ten blood flame bones, almost instantly, reached an astonishing number of 50,000 low-grade spirit stones.

"Four big families are fighting!"

"Behind the four major families are supported by a sect. I don't know who will be the real winner this time."

"I guess, it is the Yun family supported by the Purple Flame Sect. In the past few years, the Purple Flame Sect's power has continued to expand, and there is a faint tendency to pick the Azure Cloud Sect down. Ten blood flame bones are definitely bound to win."

"Look, none of the other sects are vegetarian, and they won't let the bleeding flame vine easily."

The warriors on the scene all know the value of the blood flame bone, and it will definitely fall into the hands of the four major sects, and the families they support will bid for it.

Lin Yun is happy to see the result. The four major sects compete as harder as possible.

"Five thousand and five!"

"Sixty thousand!"

The bidding price has been rising all the way~IndoMTL.com~When the young master of the Yun family quoted a price of 60,000, no one increased the price.

Sixty thousand low-grade spirit stones are already a very exaggerated number, far higher than the market price.

It seems that Ziyan Sect is indeed determined to win this blood flame bone.

Lin Yun's heart thumped and jumped again, a little hard to calm down, even if he gave up 10% to Tonghu.

You can also get close to more than 50,000 lower-grade spirit stones, a huge sum of money that you can't even imagine.

After a while, the black steward entered the private room.

The look in Lin Yun's eyes changed completely, and he smiled: "Young Master Lin, you are really hidden. I only know now that Boss Tong's client turned out to be Your Excellency. It was really clumsy before. ."

After speaking, he handed over a storage bag.

Lin Yun took it cautiously and opened it to see that the densely packed layers were all low-grade spirit stones.

After a careful count, it is confirmed that the number is correct, a total of 54,000 pieces.

The remaining 6,000 low-grade spirit stones have been in Tonghu's hands.

Almost nothing was done, just 6,000 low-grade spirit stones for nothing, which is also very satisfying for Tonghu.

"If the young master of the Yun family knew that his 70,000 low-grade spirit stones were in the hands of Young Master Lin, I don't know how he would feel."

The black-clothed manager moved a bit, and felt amused in his heart. Young Master Yun knows the truth, so he might vomit blood in anger.

Just, who cares?

Lin Yun smiled slightly, did not answer, and said, "Farewell."

"Young Master Lin, go slowly!"

Looking at Lin Yun's distant back, the greed in the eyes of the black-clothed steward was fleeting, and he sighed softly: "It's a pity that he is a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. He has such strength at a young age. I am afraid that the elders are in the sect. Not small."

If he didn't think so...Whether Lin Yun could go out, it's really hard to say.