Chapter 635
Shua Shua!
Countless eyes gathered on the high platform one after another. In the glass box beside the old man, there was a flaming plume, which was as bright as a flame.
What's more terrible is that the terrible temperature just now is emitted from the plume. Although the temperature is far less than that of ground fire, it can't be underestimated.
"This is a feather on the ancient monster Firebird. The Firebird feather was inadvertently obtained by the experts of our pavilion from a relic. Although Firebird is not comparable to the ancient divine beast Phoenix, its body contains a trace of Phoenix blood, and its feathers can not be underestimated."
"Flamingo plume, reserve price 50 pieces of medium grade spirit stone!"
When his sleeve robe shook, the old man patted the glass box around him, and the clear sound echoed around the whole seat.
"It's the Flamingo plume! I thought it was the Phoenix plume!"
"Although the Firebird has Phoenix blood in its body, it's a pity that its blood is too scarce. It itself is not a powerful monster in ancient times. Its feathers are of no use."
"If it's Phoenix plume, there's a bidding demand, but even if it's Firebird plume, and the reserve price is too high. A Firebird plume is not worth the price at all."
After listening to the old man's introduction, the people who were originally full of expectations shook their heads in disappointment. Obviously, the Flamingo plume was of no use to them.
The old man is also aware of the deep feelings of the martial artists around the stage. His old face is a little embarrassed. This Firebird feather is really useless for the martial artists. Only those arcane masters can use this Firebird feather as material to refine Yuanjing.
When an arcane master refines yuan crystals, there is a failure rate. There is only one Flamingo feather, and the reserve price is so high that some arcane masters who want to auction will stop in an instant.
In the box, Zhuo Wen glanced at the fine light in his eyes and stared at the Flamingo plume on the high platform. Just now, when the Flamingo plume appeared, the acupoints developed by nirvana in the body were faint trembling, which was a kind of excited trembling.
"Is this Flamingo feather good for the cultivation of Nirvana?"
Feeling the shudder of the acupoints and orifices in his body, Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed. He knew that the Flamingo plume must have an inseparable relationship with nirvana.
"The Flamingo feather must get it." Zhuo Wen whispered in his heart with his fist.
As soon as the old man's voice fell, no one was bidding on the whole table. The surroundings seemed very quiet and the needle drop could be heard. This made the old man quite embarrassed and had a helpless look on his face.
The Flamingo plume was indeed obtained by the expert in their pavilion, but the expert entrusted it to them for auction. Finally, part of the spirit stone to be auctioned should be given to the expert.
Of course, if the price of Firebird plume is lower, many arcane masters may be interested in buying it. However, the expert is very stubborn and has to set the auction reserve price as 50 medium-quality spirit stones. If the reserve price is so high, naturally fewer people will buy it.
After waiting for a moment, the old man saw that no one had opened his mouth and sighed lightly. When he was about to withdraw the Flamingo plume, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Fifty medium grade spirit stones. I want this Flamingo feather."
As soon as this remark was uttered, a group of people on the stage followed the sound one after another. Immediately they found that the owner of the sound was from the top box. At the window of the box, a handsome and graceful young man, with his mouth rising and soft eyes, was Feng Xiang.
"Who is this man? The Flamingo plume is of no use at all. Can you buy it as an ornament?"
"That man is Feng Xiang. He is a member of the Feng family. He is an outstanding genius in the Feng family. You'd better keep your voice down. The Feng family is not easy to provoke."
"It's from the Feng family. With the details of the Feng family, there are only 50 middle-grade spirit stones. It's really a small number."
Sitting on the stage, someone immediately recognized Feng Xiang, and others showed relief one after another. With the details of the Feng family, even if you spend 50 Chinese spirit stones to buy something useless, I'm afraid you won't frown. This is the advantage of the big family. The details are profound.
At the moment, in the box, Feng Xiang was elegant and valiant. He gazed softly at Huangfu Zixia and said gently, "Zixia! I'll take a picture of the Flamingo plume for you. When I go back to make a hairpin and send it to you personally, what do you think?"
As soon as Feng Xiang said this, Zhuo Wen next to him immediately shook his head. As expected, he was a black sheep. He spent 50 pieces of medium-grade spirit stones to buy Firebird plumes. Unexpectedly, he was just making hairpins for people. Zhuo Wen didn't know what to say.
Jingyun beside Huangfu Zixia is full of envy. In fact, she has always liked Feng Xiang in her heart, especially Feng Xiang's unique temperament and handsome appearance.
Unfortunately, Feng Xiang doesn't like Jing Yun at all. His eyes are always on Huangfu Zixia. He even bought Firebird plumes for Huangfu Zixia to spend 50 pieces of medium-grade spirit stones, just to make hairpins for Huangfu Zixia.
However, Huangfu Zixia just glanced at Feng Xiang indifferently and said indifferently: "childe Feng, your kindness Zixia is very kind. I don't need this Flamingo feather. If childe Feng wants to give it to someone, it's good to give it to Jingyun."
Hearing the speech, Feng Xiang's face was slightly stiff and touched his head. He had to smile and say, "since Zixia doesn't like it, I won't give it away!"
Then Feng Xiang suddenly turned his eyes to Jingyun beside Huangfu Zixia. His eyes were still soft and said, "do you want this Flamingo feather, Jingyun? If you want it, I can also make it into a hairpin for you."
Huangfu Zixia has the best relationship with Jingyun in the Olympic Association. Feng Xiang obviously intends to pursue Huangfu Zixia and naturally wants to have a good relationship with Jingyun.
Jingyun was stunned. Immediately, a trace of shyness appeared on her face. She lowered her head and whispered, "since childe Feng is so polite, Jingyun will not refuse."
"Don't worry. The Flamingo plume must be very worthy of Jingyun. It must look good when worn." Feng Xiang said with a light smile.
"Childe Feng said it was good-looking, so it must be good-looking." Jingyun said shyly in a little woman's posture.
Looking at Jingyun's shy posture, Zhuo Wen blushed and was really a stupid woman. Feng Xiang's perfunctory attitude could not be seen. He thought Feng Xiang was good to her.
Shaking his head, Zhuo Wen ignored Jingyun and Feng Xiang and said in a high voice, "fifty-five middle-grade spirit stones!"
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere of the box suddenly became silent. The smile on Feng Xiang's face stiffened, his eyes turned slightly, and he stared at the young man carrying the green coffin on one side.
Other people in the box also focused on Zhuo Wen. They didn't expect that Zhuo Wen actually competed with Feng Xiang. What are you going to do with Feng Xiang?
"Eh? There are people bidding again. I don't know what they think. The Flamingo plume is not worth the price at all."
"The bidder seems to be in the same box as Feng Xiang. Do they know each other?"
Sitting on the stage, many people were surprised to look at the box above, because they found that the two bidding voices came from the same box.
"How dare you argue with me?" Feng Xiang stared at Zhuo Wendao with cold eyes.
"Why don't you dare? Can't others bid after you bid? Or does Zhuo Wen say that this treasure house is opened by your Feng family?" Zhuo Wen slowly turned his head, looked at Feng Xiang indifferently and said nothing.
"Zhuo Wen! You little bastard, what qualifications do you have to compete with brother Feng?"
Jingyun stares at Zhuo Wen coldly. Feng Xiang wants to give the Flamingo plume to her. Zhuo Wen dares to bid. How else will she become angry.
"You didn't give the qualification. The bidding is fair competition. If Feng Xiang wants the Flamingo plume, just bid with me, and you don't have to bark like a dog." Zhuo Wen replied coldly.
"You..." Jingyun was furious. She wanted to teach Zhuo Wen a lesson. However, she thought of the terrible pressure released by Zhuo Wen at the door of Jianbao Pavilion, and stopped her steps. Her face was cloudy and sunny.
Feng Xiang frowned slightly. Originally, he wanted to give the Firebird plume to Huangfu Zixia. Unfortunately, Huangfu Zixia didn't accept it at all, so his desire to auction the Firebird plume was not very high.
However, Zhuo Wen's bidding still made Feng Xiang very angry. This despicable guy who came out of nowhere even contradicted him again and again. He didn't want to be weak.
"A hundred middle grade spirit stones!" Feng Xiang snorted coldly.
As soon as he said this, the people on the stage immediately burst into an uproar. Someone even produced 100 medium-quality spirit stones for the unpopular Firebird plume, which is far beyond the value of the Firebird plume itself.
"One hundred and one yuan!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Feng Xiang's pupils shrunk and drank coldly again: "two hundred middle-grade spirit stones."
"Two hundred and one yuan!"
"Three hundred middle grade spirit stones!"
"Three hundred and one yuan!"
“……”
Every time Feng Xiang raised the price, Zhuo Wen added one piece to his original price. Finally, the value of Firebird plume was forcibly increased to 900 pieces of middle-class spirit stones by the two people.
"Nine hundred and one middle grade spirit stone!" Zhuo Wen continued to speak faintly, his voice was ancient well without waves.
At that time, the others in the box looked at Zhuo Wen in surprise. They didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's wealth was so rich. Even the cold looking Huangfu Zixia couldn't help looking at Zhuo Wen more.
Feng Xiang's eyes narrowed, and he secretly told Zhuo Wen that he was an idiot. This time, after he added the price to a thousand spirit stones, he planned to give up. After all, the Flamingo plume was only given to Jingyun, so he wasn't particularly interested.
The addition of a thousand spirit stones made the young man bleed, and Feng Xiang's goal was achieved.
"A thousand middle grade spirit stones."
As soon as the voice fell, Feng Xiang's eyes focused on Zhuo Wen, which was full of banter and provocation. He knew that Zhuo Wen would follow. At that time, he would get out in time, and Zhuo Wen would bleed heavily.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, but his face was gradually ugly. He was sure to get the Flamingo plume, but Feng Xiang competed with him everywhere and forcibly lifted the low-value Flamingo plume to more than 1000.
Countless eyes gathered on the high platform one after another. In the glass box beside the old man, there was a flaming plume, which was as bright as a flame.
What's more terrible is that the terrible temperature just now is emitted from the plume. Although the temperature is far less than that of ground fire, it can't be underestimated.
"This is a feather on the ancient monster Firebird. The Firebird feather was inadvertently obtained by the experts of our pavilion from a relic. Although Firebird is not comparable to the ancient divine beast Phoenix, its body contains a trace of Phoenix blood, and its feathers can not be underestimated."
"Flamingo plume, reserve price 50 pieces of medium grade spirit stone!"
When his sleeve robe shook, the old man patted the glass box around him, and the clear sound echoed around the whole seat.
"It's the Flamingo plume! I thought it was the Phoenix plume!"
"Although the Firebird has Phoenix blood in its body, it's a pity that its blood is too scarce. It itself is not a powerful monster in ancient times. Its feathers are of no use."
"If it's Phoenix plume, there's a bidding demand, but even if it's Firebird plume, and the reserve price is too high. A Firebird plume is not worth the price at all."
After listening to the old man's introduction, the people who were originally full of expectations shook their heads in disappointment. Obviously, the Flamingo plume was of no use to them.
The old man is also aware of the deep feelings of the martial artists around the stage. His old face is a little embarrassed. This Firebird feather is really useless for the martial artists. Only those arcane masters can use this Firebird feather as material to refine Yuanjing.
When an arcane master refines yuan crystals, there is a failure rate. There is only one Flamingo feather, and the reserve price is so high that some arcane masters who want to auction will stop in an instant.
In the box, Zhuo Wen glanced at the fine light in his eyes and stared at the Flamingo plume on the high platform. Just now, when the Flamingo plume appeared, the acupoints developed by nirvana in the body were faint trembling, which was a kind of excited trembling.
"Is this Flamingo feather good for the cultivation of Nirvana?"
Feeling the shudder of the acupoints and orifices in his body, Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed. He knew that the Flamingo plume must have an inseparable relationship with nirvana.
"The Flamingo feather must get it." Zhuo Wen whispered in his heart with his fist.
As soon as the old man's voice fell, no one was bidding on the whole table. The surroundings seemed very quiet and the needle drop could be heard. This made the old man quite embarrassed and had a helpless look on his face.
The Flamingo plume was indeed obtained by the expert in their pavilion, but the expert entrusted it to them for auction. Finally, part of the spirit stone to be auctioned should be given to the expert.
Of course, if the price of Firebird plume is lower, many arcane masters may be interested in buying it. However, the expert is very stubborn and has to set the auction reserve price as 50 medium-quality spirit stones. If the reserve price is so high, naturally fewer people will buy it.
After waiting for a moment, the old man saw that no one had opened his mouth and sighed lightly. When he was about to withdraw the Flamingo plume, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Fifty medium grade spirit stones. I want this Flamingo feather."
As soon as this remark was uttered, a group of people on the stage followed the sound one after another. Immediately they found that the owner of the sound was from the top box. At the window of the box, a handsome and graceful young man, with his mouth rising and soft eyes, was Feng Xiang.
"Who is this man? The Flamingo plume is of no use at all. Can you buy it as an ornament?"
"That man is Feng Xiang. He is a member of the Feng family. He is an outstanding genius in the Feng family. You'd better keep your voice down. The Feng family is not easy to provoke."
"It's from the Feng family. With the details of the Feng family, there are only 50 middle-grade spirit stones. It's really a small number."
Sitting on the stage, someone immediately recognized Feng Xiang, and others showed relief one after another. With the details of the Feng family, even if you spend 50 Chinese spirit stones to buy something useless, I'm afraid you won't frown. This is the advantage of the big family. The details are profound.
At the moment, in the box, Feng Xiang was elegant and valiant. He gazed softly at Huangfu Zixia and said gently, "Zixia! I'll take a picture of the Flamingo plume for you. When I go back to make a hairpin and send it to you personally, what do you think?"
As soon as Feng Xiang said this, Zhuo Wen next to him immediately shook his head. As expected, he was a black sheep. He spent 50 pieces of medium-grade spirit stones to buy Firebird plumes. Unexpectedly, he was just making hairpins for people. Zhuo Wen didn't know what to say.
Jingyun beside Huangfu Zixia is full of envy. In fact, she has always liked Feng Xiang in her heart, especially Feng Xiang's unique temperament and handsome appearance.
Unfortunately, Feng Xiang doesn't like Jing Yun at all. His eyes are always on Huangfu Zixia. He even bought Firebird plumes for Huangfu Zixia to spend 50 pieces of medium-grade spirit stones, just to make hairpins for Huangfu Zixia.
However, Huangfu Zixia just glanced at Feng Xiang indifferently and said indifferently: "childe Feng, your kindness Zixia is very kind. I don't need this Flamingo feather. If childe Feng wants to give it to someone, it's good to give it to Jingyun."
Hearing the speech, Feng Xiang's face was slightly stiff and touched his head. He had to smile and say, "since Zixia doesn't like it, I won't give it away!"
Then Feng Xiang suddenly turned his eyes to Jingyun beside Huangfu Zixia. His eyes were still soft and said, "do you want this Flamingo feather, Jingyun? If you want it, I can also make it into a hairpin for you."
Huangfu Zixia has the best relationship with Jingyun in the Olympic Association. Feng Xiang obviously intends to pursue Huangfu Zixia and naturally wants to have a good relationship with Jingyun.
Jingyun was stunned. Immediately, a trace of shyness appeared on her face. She lowered her head and whispered, "since childe Feng is so polite, Jingyun will not refuse."
"Don't worry. The Flamingo plume must be very worthy of Jingyun. It must look good when worn." Feng Xiang said with a light smile.
"Childe Feng said it was good-looking, so it must be good-looking." Jingyun said shyly in a little woman's posture.
Looking at Jingyun's shy posture, Zhuo Wen blushed and was really a stupid woman. Feng Xiang's perfunctory attitude could not be seen. He thought Feng Xiang was good to her.
Shaking his head, Zhuo Wen ignored Jingyun and Feng Xiang and said in a high voice, "fifty-five middle-grade spirit stones!"
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere of the box suddenly became silent. The smile on Feng Xiang's face stiffened, his eyes turned slightly, and he stared at the young man carrying the green coffin on one side.
Other people in the box also focused on Zhuo Wen. They didn't expect that Zhuo Wen actually competed with Feng Xiang. What are you going to do with Feng Xiang?
"Eh? There are people bidding again. I don't know what they think. The Flamingo plume is not worth the price at all."
"The bidder seems to be in the same box as Feng Xiang. Do they know each other?"
Sitting on the stage, many people were surprised to look at the box above, because they found that the two bidding voices came from the same box.
"How dare you argue with me?" Feng Xiang stared at Zhuo Wendao with cold eyes.
"Why don't you dare? Can't others bid after you bid? Or does Zhuo Wen say that this treasure house is opened by your Feng family?" Zhuo Wen slowly turned his head, looked at Feng Xiang indifferently and said nothing.
"Zhuo Wen! You little bastard, what qualifications do you have to compete with brother Feng?"
Jingyun stares at Zhuo Wen coldly. Feng Xiang wants to give the Flamingo plume to her. Zhuo Wen dares to bid. How else will she become angry.
"You didn't give the qualification. The bidding is fair competition. If Feng Xiang wants the Flamingo plume, just bid with me, and you don't have to bark like a dog." Zhuo Wen replied coldly.
"You..." Jingyun was furious. She wanted to teach Zhuo Wen a lesson. However, she thought of the terrible pressure released by Zhuo Wen at the door of Jianbao Pavilion, and stopped her steps. Her face was cloudy and sunny.
Feng Xiang frowned slightly. Originally, he wanted to give the Firebird plume to Huangfu Zixia. Unfortunately, Huangfu Zixia didn't accept it at all, so his desire to auction the Firebird plume was not very high.
However, Zhuo Wen's bidding still made Feng Xiang very angry. This despicable guy who came out of nowhere even contradicted him again and again. He didn't want to be weak.
"A hundred middle grade spirit stones!" Feng Xiang snorted coldly.
As soon as he said this, the people on the stage immediately burst into an uproar. Someone even produced 100 medium-quality spirit stones for the unpopular Firebird plume, which is far beyond the value of the Firebird plume itself.
"One hundred and one yuan!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Feng Xiang's pupils shrunk and drank coldly again: "two hundred middle-grade spirit stones."
"Two hundred and one yuan!"
"Three hundred middle grade spirit stones!"
"Three hundred and one yuan!"
“……”
Every time Feng Xiang raised the price, Zhuo Wen added one piece to his original price. Finally, the value of Firebird plume was forcibly increased to 900 pieces of middle-class spirit stones by the two people.
"Nine hundred and one middle grade spirit stone!" Zhuo Wen continued to speak faintly, his voice was ancient well without waves.
At that time, the others in the box looked at Zhuo Wen in surprise. They didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's wealth was so rich. Even the cold looking Huangfu Zixia couldn't help looking at Zhuo Wen more.
Feng Xiang's eyes narrowed, and he secretly told Zhuo Wen that he was an idiot. This time, after he added the price to a thousand spirit stones, he planned to give up. After all, the Flamingo plume was only given to Jingyun, so he wasn't particularly interested.
The addition of a thousand spirit stones made the young man bleed, and Feng Xiang's goal was achieved.
"A thousand middle grade spirit stones."
As soon as the voice fell, Feng Xiang's eyes focused on Zhuo Wen, which was full of banter and provocation. He knew that Zhuo Wen would follow. At that time, he would get out in time, and Zhuo Wen would bleed heavily.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, but his face was gradually ugly. He was sure to get the Flamingo plume, but Feng Xiang competed with him everywhere and forcibly lifted the low-value Flamingo plume to more than 1000.
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