“Wow…”

There was another uproar, and everyone once again focused their attention on the No. 24 box, and then they realized that the mysterious person in the box was not that he was stupid, but that he had a lot of money, but that he had a lot of money...

Tong Wen looked at the dark glass above, her eyes became colder.

She had deliberately raised the price in one breath, hoping that this would have a certain deterrent effect and prevent others from raising the price again, but she never expected that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway, completely breaking Tong Wen's wishful thinking.

Humph, I want to see how many spiritual cores you have!

Thinking of this in my heart, Tong Wen shouted again: "Fifty Spirit Cores!"

Xin'er narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Tong Wen, and was about to increase the price again, but she stopped her by Yang Yuqi.

"Grandma, please be careful. There are less than ten ninth-level spirit cores on me. At that time, we can't get all the spirit cores together, but we will be beaten to death by the auction house!"

Xuanyuan Muyu also said with a sad face: "Yes, little girl, although the treasure is good, you have to do it within your ability. I don't even have a spiritual core on my body. Even if you sell me, I can't get so many spiritual cores!"

Xin'er patted her chest and promised, "Don't worry, you two, we will never be beaten to death."

Looking at Xin'er's confident look, Xuanyuan Muyu couldn't help asking: "Miss, how many ninth-level spiritual cores do you have on you?"

Before leaving, Wuming left Xin'er with a mountain of spiritual cores, including many ninth-level spiritual cores. Xiner roughly estimated that there were about 1,500 ninth-level spiritual cores and only fifty spiritual cores on her body, which Xiner could afford.

"Well... there are about three or five hundred ninth-level spirit cores."

In order to reduce unnecessary explanations, Xin'er deliberately said that the number of spiritual cores was reduced, but even so, it still shocked Yang Yuqi and Xuanyuan Muyu.

"Three or five hundred!?"

Xin'er nodded carelessly.

"You...how can you have so many spiritual cores on you?" Xuanyuan Muyu said.

Xin'er didn't say it clearly, but just found a reason to deliberately make excuses.

Seeing that Xin'er refused to say it clearly, the two of them didn't ask much.

"Since you have so many spiritual cores in your hands, I won't say anything, but you have to remember to do things within your ability and not act as a sucker."

Xin'er nodded, "Don't worry, I'm responsible."

...

While the three of them were talking, people continued to raise prices one after another.

After all, the temptation of a legendary mind-power bead is still very huge, and many people would rather lose their money than get this treasure.

Xin'er was not in a hurry to continue to increase the price, but looked at the crowd to see how many competitors she had in total.

As time goes by, the price of the Minli Beads has been increasing, and more and more people have chosen to withdraw from the auction. When the price of the Minli Beads has increased to 100, there are less than ten people who are still bidding.

"One Hundred and Five!" The bid was a mysterious man from the No. 10 box. His voice was specially processed and had a slight metallic atmosphere, making it impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"One hundred and five ninth-level spirit cores! Is there any guest who has an additional price?"

Xiaoto looked at Tong Wen with a nervous expression: "Senior sister, what should I do? This price is almost beyond our expectations! Should we raise the price?"

Tong Wen clenched her fists, her eyes changed in a clear and she was constantly weighing her.

This bead is very important to them, and she wants to get it no matter what!

"One hundred and five ninth-level spirit cores once! One hundred and five ninth-level spirit cores twice!"

Xiaofeng's voice echoed in Tong Wen's ears. Tong Wen thought for a while, as if she had made up her mind, gritted her teeth and cruelty.

"Two hundred ninth-level spirit cores!"

Silence, a long silence.

Xiaotu looked at Tong Wen incredibly, "Senior Sister... you are..."

Tong Wen smiled slightly and touched Xiaotuo's head, "Young brother, don't worry, for you, I will definitely get this bead!"

After listening to Xiaoduo, he was moved and worried, "But in this way... our budget is not enough."

"Don't worry, I have my own way."

After silence, a long sigh followed. Two hundred spirit cores were enough to make 99% of the people give up. Those who had thought about fighting for it before lowered their heads and gave up the fight.

Tong Wen looked at Xiao Feng who was stunned on the stage and said coldly: "Why are you still standing stupidly? Announce it quickly!"

Xiaofeng then walked out of his surprise, barely sorted out his thoughts and said, "Two hundred ninth-level spirit cores once! Two hundred ninth-level spirit cores twice, and two hundred ninth-level spirit cores three times!"

Xiaofeng was about to say the last two words, but someone took the lead.

"Two hundred and twenty!"

The person who speaks is not someone else, it is Xin'er!

"Wheng..."

For a moment, Tong Wen felt a burst of Weng's mind coming from her head, and she shook her whole body twice, spreading her seat weakly.

The 200 ninth-level spirit cores are the limit she can take out. Although she currently has more than 200 spirit cores, reality no longer allows her to increase the price again.

The main purpose of their trip was not this mindful bead, but a more important treasure was waiting for them. They must take down the treasure no matter what!

He smiled bitterly helplessly, and Tong Wen said, "Sorry! Junior brother, I may not have the strength to help you win this mindfulness bead."

Xiaoto was not disappointed by this, but felt very heartwarming, "Sister who is okay, without the mind-power bead, my substitute can still hold on to the world!"

As he slowly raised his head, Tong Wen's eyes became colder: Since he dared to steal my junior brother's things, no matter who you are, I will make you pay the price!

At this time, Xin'er didn't know that she was hated by Tong Wen by chance. Now she is immersed in the joy of getting her baby.

This time, Xiaofeng quickly came out of shock and shouted excitedly: "And... again VIP No. 24! VIP No. 24 bid for 220 ninth-level spirit cores! Is there any VIP willing to increase the price? Two hundred and twenty ninth-level spirit cores once! Two hundred and twenty ninth-level spirit cores twice! Two hundred and twenty ninth-level spirit cores three times!"

“Two hundred and twenty-one.”

A cold and machine-like sound sounded, making people unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman, and it was the mysterious person in the No. 10 box!

Xin'er glanced at the No. 10 box opposite, and didn't think much about it, and immediately raised the price.

"Two hundred and forty ninth-level spirit cores!"

"Two hundred and forty-one ninth-level spirit cores."

"Two hundred and fifty ninth-level spirit cores!"

"Two hundred and fifty-one ninth-level spirit cores, plus forty-one eighth-level spirit cores."

"You! Three hundred ninth-level spirit cores!"

"Three hundred and nine-level spirit cores."

...

The two kept confronting each other. Every time Xin'er raised the price, the mysterious people in the No. 10 box would raise the price accordingly, but they just added an extra spiritual core.

Before we knew it, the price had doubled again, reaching 400 ninth-level spirit cores.

"Four hundred and nine-level spirit cores."

A mechanical voice came from the No. 10 box again, Xin'er gasped and clenched her fists.

"Xin'er, why don't you forget it. That guy is just here to disgust you! You'd better not argue with him." Yang Yuqi advised with kind words.

"Disgusting me?" Xin'er sneer, "I want to see who disgusted whom!"

After saying that, Xin'er slapped the table and shouted, "Four hundred and fifty-one!"

After saying that, Xin'er sat on the sofa with a very relaxed expression: I'm going to see if you dare to increase the price!

In the box No. 10, a man wearing a black dragon robe and a dark face was leaning on the sofa alone, with his purple lips slightly raised.

"Haha, it seems that this guy's limit has not yet reached, so I'll play with her again."

"Four hundred and fifty-two ninth-level spirit cores."

The cold sound rang again, and Xin'er in the box showed a meaningful smile when she heard it.

"idiot."

After saying that, Xin'er jumped off the sofa and came to the dining table to start feasting.

Xuanyuan Muyu looked at Xin'er and couldn't help but say, "Little girl, aren't you planning to increase the price?"

"Only idiots will silly increase the price after I say the number 451, but 452, I won't care about idiots."

Before Xuanyuan Muyu could understand what Xin'er said, Yang Yuqi, who was standing beside him, couldn't help laughing out loud.

"452, it's me 2, that guy is really pretty 2, I really have your Xiner, hahaha..."

Sure enough, when the man said this number, he also noticed something was wrong, but the words he said could not be changed. After waiting, the man found that no one was bidding, which made him vaguely realize that something was wrong.

Xiaofeng's mouth on the stage twitched twice, but he was still very dedicated and did not laugh.

"The No. 10 VIP is calling for 452 Ninth-level Spirit Cores. Does anyone have any additional prices?"

"Four hundred and fifty-two ninth-level spirit cores once."

The man clenched his fists silently.

"Twice of 452 ninth-level spirit cores."
To be continued...