Chapter 469： Masters Hearth (26) (2/2)

As soon as he thought, listening to the rising prices, Xia Qiu thought about it, and he didn't hesitate to press the asking price.

”Three thousand and four hundred top-quality spirit stones! On the 22nd, the 22nd also joined the auction!”

”Master, since it is Chongbao, the disciple is here to fight!” With a smile, Xia Qiu said to North Song.

Still light and light, Beisong didn't blame a bit, just smiled slightly, and seemed to look at wayward children.

At this time, the bidding has become fierce. Even if you don't know what such a big fist stone is, but seeing so many people vying for high prices, those big forces are reluctant to let go.

The price soared all the way, from fifteen to seven thousand six, Xia Qiu called twice, at this time again asking, everyone began to hesitate.

After all, this so-called ancient stone is also a chicken rib. It sounds particularly hard, but in fact, even the elders can't identify it, I'm afraid it will only be offered for purchase.

And this black market auction, for all forces, the last three auction items are the most important. If too much money is wasted on this stone, it is likely that the last three auction items will be missed ...

”Nine thousand top-quality spirits!” Beisong looked faint and directly bargained, but the price turned over almost two thousand top-quality spirits.

High-quality spirit stone, this is not a Chinese cabbage in the ground, nor is it a high-quality spirit stone, a high-quality spirit stone, a monk during the training period, it is enough to cultivate for half a year, such an inconspicuous stone, but Shouted such a price!

For a while, the entire auction was silent.

”Nine thousand high-quality spirits once! Nine thousand high-quality spirits twice! Nine thousand high-quality spirits ...” His face has not been described as red, as an auctioneer at the foot of the Qingyun Sword School, never passed by him like this. The high price, the number alone, he buzzed in his ears.

”Wait a minute!” Suddenly, as soon as the female voice suddenly awakened in this silence, the wooden hammer that the auctioneer was about to drop was uncontrollable.

”Sorry, Master.” Sighing slightly, Xia Qiu stood up and glanced at Beisong, then calmly looked at the staggered auctioneer.