Kendo God.

Chapter 87

"I'll offer [-] spirit stones." The starting price for Qiuhao's pen was [-] spirit stones. As soon as the auction was announced, someone added [-] spirit stones.

"Two thousand!" Someone else shouted.

Ye Qing listened to the bids from the crowd, and estimated that the price of the Qiuhao brush should be around [-], which is similar to what he predicted before he came.

And this price is not much different from the market price of Qiuhao pen.

In fact, Qiuhao pens are not a scarce item, but because there are no alchemists in the Shenluo Dojo to use them, and the demand is very small, so there are no Qiuhao pens in circulation here. At this time, those who bid are probably out of reserve. plan for later use.

"Three thousand!~" The price has doubled again.

"Three thousand two."

"Three thousand seven."

"four thousand!"

"This Qiuhao pen is mine now, I'll pay six thousand!~"

The voice of buying Wuxiayunhuangdan earlier sounded again, falling down from the private room on the second floor, the atmosphere suddenly became condensed,
Thinking of the mysterious person in the private room, the astonishing bid for Yunhuangdan before was obviously a rich and powerful master, and no one dared to bid for him for a while.

Ye Qing frowned slightly when he heard that the person who bought the Yunhuang Pill offered six thousand spirit stones to buy the Qiuhao Brush, this is not a good thing for him,

After thinking for a moment, Ye Qing suddenly said, "I'll pay seven thousand."

He is bound to get the Qiuhao pen, and although the price has exceeded his estimate, he can't stop there.

Even if all the proceeds from selling Yunhuang Dan were spent, he would still buy this Qiuhao brush.

The eyes of the crowd all looked at Ye Qing in unison, all frowning slightly, why Ye Qing always attracts so much attention every time he speaks, before spending three thousand spirit stones to buy seven-color spirit jade, it is already incomprehensible , and now he actually bid seven thousand for the Qiuhao pen. Could it be that this newly promoted inner disciple is also a local tyrant?Dare to bid with the mysterious person in the private room.

Soon, the crowd shook their heads again, this Ye Qing is only an inner sect disciple after all, how can he compete with the mysterious man sitting in the private room? Hearing the tone of the mysterious man's bid, he knows that he is not short of money. If you like something, you will never let others buy it.

Thinking of this, the crowd moved their eyes to the private room where the mysterious man was, waiting for the mysterious man to bid again.

However, as time passed bit by bit, even Du Mingfeng at the booth felt that the guests in the private room would bid again, but there was no news from the private room for a long time.

In the end, when the time for bidding came, and there was no sound from the private room, Du Mingfeng had no choice but to strike the hammer. The Qiuhao pen belonged to Ye Qing.

This result surprised Ye Qing slightly, when he bid [-], he was already ready to continue bidding with the people in the private room, but he didn't expect that the people in the private room didn't bid again.

Although it is a bit more expensive to buy Qiuhao brush with seven thousand spirit stones, but I am very satisfied to buy Ye Qing.

The crowd secretly thought that Ye Qing was lucky, probably because the people in the private room were not very interested in Qiuhao pens, and they just gave the price casually, so they didn't bid again.

Soon, a maid delivered the Qiuhao pen to Ye Qing, put it in a tray and placed it on the table next to Ye Qing,
Qiuhao brush looks not much different from ordinary brushes, but the color of the brush is strange, green and yellow, and slightly shiny, which seems to have the meaning of discerning autumn hair.

As for the pen holder, it is very ordinary, with simple hand patterns carved on the dark yellow wooden handle, it should be easy to hold.

Ye Qing identified the authenticity with a glance, put it in the storage bag, without saying a word, looked at the stage, wondering whether the Zen spirit ink could appear.

"Product NO.16, Li Huoyu..." The auction continued, and soon the crowd started bidding again.
As time goes by, the auction will be perfect, and all the commodities participating in the auction will be sold.

Unknowingly, we arrived at item 25. Since Du Mingfeng said when he was active on stage, there are only [-] items in total today, which means that there are only five items left, and the auction will end soon.

"Product No. 26, a box of Zen ink, the starting price is [-] spirit stones." On the booth, Du Mingfeng suddenly read out loudly, which immediately made Ye Qing's heart skip a beat.

The appearance of the Qiuhao brush before had already made Ye Qing somewhat hopeless about the Zen spirit ink, because the value of the Zen spirit ink was lower than that of the Qiuhao brush. As a result, all the Qiuhao brushes appeared. According to the habit of sorting the products in the auction, there were almost no There will be products with a lower value than the Qiuhao pen, and the fact is the same. The price of the auctioned products after the Qiuhao pen has gradually increased, and the starting price for the 25th commodity is [-] spirit stones.

When it came to item 26, the Zen Spirit Ink, the starting price dropped directly to a thousand spirit stones, which rarely happens at auctions.

However, since Zen Lingmo appeared, Ye Qing would not care about why it appeared, just buy it.

"Three thousand and five hundred spirit stones." Ye Qing almost exaggerated the price of Zen spirit ink as soon as he opened his mouth.

The price of Zen Spiritual Ink is lower than that of Qiuhao Brush, Qiuhao Brush is worth [-] spirit stones, Zen Spiritual Ink is only about [-], Ye Qing directly offered [-], which is already a premium bid.

However, to Ye Qing's surprise, his price had just been announced, and there was no pause at all, and someone continued to increase the price.

"Four thousand spirit stones!"

"I'll offer five thousand, don't rob me, the price has seriously exceeded the standard." Someone shouted.

Ye Qing looked at the situation in front of him, he was a little stunned, this price is a bit too high, it almost catches up with Qiu Hao's pen, it's a bit outrageous.

In the elegant room on the second floor, the mysterious man surnamed Tong was sitting upright, his face was still so serious, his eyes were looking down through the beaded curtain, due to the angle problem, he could only see Ye Qing's profile,
"Master Tong, this Ye Qing fell in love with Qiuhao pen, so you gave it to him, and now he seems to have taken a fancy to Zen Lingmo again." The maid beside Master Tong sweetly fed a red date into Master Tong's mouth in a low voice at the same time.

The middle-aged man surnamed Tong didn't speak a word, and even his face showed no emotional fluctuations, his eyes were still looking at Ye Qing below, his eyes flickering and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment,

"Five thousand five."

In the auction below, Ye Qing made another bid. He is selling Yunhuang Pill's spirit stones, only [-] pieces, which is already beyond the amount he can pay in advance.

"Seven thousand!"

"Eight thousand!~"

The guests in the seats were extremely passionate about Zen spiritual ink, and Ye Qing was overwhelmed by the overwhelming price increase as soon as he finished shouting out the price.

By this time, it has been added to [-], which is more than the price of Qiuhao pen.

Ye Qing frowned slightly, he really couldn't understand the situation at this time, if two people bid against each other and raised the price to a terrifying level, it would be understandable, but at this moment, dozens of people are bidding repeatedly, The price of Zen Spiritual Ink has skyrocketed like an arrow in the setting sun.

If Ye Qing didn't know the price of Zen Spiritual Ink, he would definitely think that Zen Spiritual Ink is a great treasure at this time.

Although this Zen spiritual ink is rare in the Shenluo Dojo, it is not so popular, right?
The price hasn't stopped yet,

"Nine thousand!~"

"I'll pay [-]!" A customer gritted his teeth and yelled heart-piercingly, directly pushing the price of Zen Lingmo to the height of the ceiling.

Hearing this price, Ye Qing completely gave up the bid. Firstly, the price is too expensive, he doesn't think Zen spiritual ink is worth so much, and secondly, the spiritual stones on his body are far from enough.
It seems that we can only find other materials to replace the Zen spirit ink, but the Heavenly Thunder Divine Book refined in this way may not be perfect enough.

In the elegant room on the second floor porch,
"Master Tong, Ye Qing seems to have given up on bidding, I'm afraid he's out of money." The maid fed another sweet date to the middle-aged man surnamed Tong.

The middle-aged Tong surnamed remained expressionless and did not say a word.

In the auction, the atmosphere fell silent in the blink of an eye. Obviously, the bid of [-] spirit stones had repelled most of the bidders.

Below, with the passage of time, everyone thought that the bidding for this Zen spirit ink had been settled, and ten thousand spirit stones would be used to strike the final hammer,

But at this moment,
"This Zen spirit ink is mine, fifteen thousand!" In the private room on the second floor, a deep voice suddenly exploded in the silent space, piercing the high price of the ceiling, and everyone was in awe of it instantly. His whole body trembled, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Even Ye Qing, when he heard the price, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the bead curtain in the elegant room on the second floor.

Today, the bidding for Zen Lingmo has completely failed, and there are few preparations for Lingshi.

(PS: Some readers in the book review area randomly gave a low score of one star without even reading the book, which caused a slight drop in the score of this book, which made me very sad. I hope that the readers who are reading can give Dumpling a full score of five stars and support me painstaking effort.)
(End of this chapter)