After thinking a little, Dou Li's woman finally quoted: "Ten Thousand and One Spirit Crystals."

"With such a broken bell, what's the point of contention?" The people underneath said in confusion.

"Could it be that there is no secret among them?"

The people on the first floor don't have much money themselves, and the people on the second floor have the items they want to auction.

Therefore, if the price is too high, it is naturally unwilling to waste spirit crystals on other items.

"Twenty thousand pieces of spirit crystals," Xu Zimo said without thinking of Dou Li's words.

"The son of the bamboo-shaped box has 20,000 spirit crystals. Does anyone want to increase the price?" The old man in red robe said with a smile.

I thought it was just a broken thing, but I didn't expect unexpected surprise.

The Doujia woman was completely silent this time.

"Then the deal, the bells of this **** and demon battlefield are owned by the son of the bamboo-shaped room," the old man in red robe waited for a while and then directly hammered the hammer to settle.

After a while, a maid brought the bell in with a tray.

According to the rules of the auction, it must be hand-in-hand delivery.

Xu Zimo looked at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng embarrassedly paid 20,000 Lingjing.

Originally, he thought that these spirit crystal Xu Zimo could not be used, and he could take the opportunity to prepare the items for the Jiuxiao Festival for himself at that time.

It's a pity to look at the current situation. One million spirit crystals are not enough.

Xu Zimo took the bell and observed it in his hand.

The size of this bell is no different from that of ordinary bells. The whole body is dark brown. Some places on it have been rusted and painted off. It seems to be a long time ago.

The bell spring inside the bell is a round thing resembling a small stone, which is gently shaken in the hand and can make a subtle sound.

This bell can't see the special place of recognition. If others don't say that it was brought out from the battlefield of demon, I am afraid that even ordinary bells are not as good.

"What's the use of this bell?" Jiang Changsheng asked.

"I can't see it yet," Xu Zimo shook his head.

He didn't feel any energy in the bell.

"It's just a pile of broken copper and iron, what can it do," Lin Feng said aside.

"Is there any need for you to tell me here?" Xu Zimo asked rhetorically.

"I don't say, when you go back, you will tell your father," Lin Feng replied.

The auction downstairs is still going on, and more and more items are being auctioned.

As time goes on, the price of the auction is getting higher and higher.

Finally, when the old man in red robe took out a purple flower, Lin Feng got serious.

This purple flower is only as big as a slap, with a total of six petals, each of which is engraved with many Sanskrit.

Staring at Zihua for a long time, it seems that you can hear the murmur of Sanskrit in your ears.

"Tianzhuhua, the unique flower of Wanfo Temple," the old man in red robe explained with a smile.

"This flower grows only half a year in the supply of the Buddha Hall, which can be evil, pure heart, and body protection.

Very rare and rare, and has a terrifying perception of Buddhist techniques and pulse skills.

The starting price is one million Lingjing, and the price increase shall not be less than one hundred thousand each time. "

With the voice of the old man in the red robe falling, I saw that the crowd around him had already begun to quote.

"1.1 million spirit crystals."

"1.5 million spirit crystals."

Seeing such a fierce quotation, Lin Feng looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Brother, Dad only gave us five million Lingjing auctions. If it is not enough, you can only use yours."

"That's your business. You don't care if you don't have Lingjing," Xu Zimo waved his hand and refused.

Lin Feng's face was uncertain, and he finally wanted to say something. He clenched his fists without mentioning it.

"Three million spirit crystals," Lin Feng shouted as the offer slowly slowed down.

"You guys from Taixiaofeng come to join in the fun too," someone said aloud in a house on the second floor.

"Is the money enough? Do I need to borrow some for you?"

"Don't bother you, Bixiaofeng worry," Lin Feng said lightly.

He could see that the room opposite was Bi Xiaofeng's person, and the speaker was Yan Song, who was Bi Xiaofeng's emperor.

"In this case, then I have 3.5 million spirit crystals," Yan Song smiled in the opposite room.

"Four million," Lin Feng said embarrassedly.

Other people around looked at the competition between the two ancestors, and they were all very interested and did not re-quote.

After all, their goal is not this Tianzhuhua.

"4.5 million," Yan Song said immediately.

In the room where he was, a middle-aged man reminded beside him: "Emperor, our goal is not this Tianzhu flower.

What should we do if the other party does not follow the price? "

"You can rest assured, he will follow," Yan Song said with a smile.

"I'm paying five million yuan. If Yan Song re-quotes, I won't let you go and let you," Lin Feng said coldly.

His whole body was surging, and obviously his heart was not calm.

"Gentlemen don't like others. Since you like it so much, take it," Yan Song said with a smile.

Hearing this, I hadn't waited for Lin Fengsong to breathe, and only heard a voice suddenly ringing from the first floor.

"I'm giving out 5.1 million."

The crowd looked around and saw a man dressed in a monk sitting quietly in the crowd on the first floor.

"It's a bitter monk," someone said in surprise.

"It used to be the first monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, and it was said that it was later expelled from the teacher," someone said.

"He dare to show up here, aren't you afraid that the people at Wanfo Temple will catch him?"

"You don't know that the people of Wanfo Temple haven't been out of the temple for a long time. It's impossible for a while to want to come to this blazing city."

"5.5 million," Lin Feng gritted his teeth and continued to shout.

"Those of Taixiaofeng, the poor monk has no intention of competing with you for this Tianzhu flower, as long as you promise me one thing.

The poor monk immediately quits ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ and compensates all the spirit crystals you just made, "the underwhelming monk shouted Amitabha and said calmly.

"What's the matter?" Lin Feng asked with a frown.

"Su Wen, your ancestors of Jiu Xiaofeng once defeated the ghost Buddha and Buddha, and got his ghost Zen six breaks," Ku Wu monk said aloud.

"The poor monk can only have one view of the ghost meditation."

"This is impossible. How can our Taifeng Peak's Zhenfeng Vein technique be viewed by anyone," Lin Feng shook his head.

"In this case, then it's no wonder that the poor monk can't give up this Tianzhuhua hand," after the monk Ku Wu finished, he directly quoted: "The poor monk produced six million spirit crystals."

With a bang, just listening to the room, Lin Feng slammed the table next to him, and his whole body became stronger and stronger.

"This bitter monk is looking for death," he said with a murderous intention.

"Ku Wu Monk is the pulse of Venerable Peak, you seem to be his opponent," Xu Zimo smiled.