One thousand six hundred low-grade spirit stones are enough to stop. The monks present remained silent, but their eyes flashed with a look of surprise and doubt, obviously quite puzzled. Why does a small Qi-refining monk have such a wealth of spirit stones?

There was no surprise, the golden feather and jade bone pen naturally belonged to Mo Wentian.

When the two completed the transaction, Mo Wentian returned to the seat and sat down. Shibao Zhenren smiled and said, "Fellow Taoists, now you start auctioning the second item!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped his high-high three times. Before the sound had fallen, a disciple of the Six Path Alliance came up, holding a square jade plate in his hand, and a jade box about an inch was quietly placed on it.

Shibao Zhenren walked forward and gently opened the jade box. There was a pair of crystal-clear and translucent silkworm pupae inside, emitting a trace of white air.

The monks here are extraordinary and knowledgeable. Seeing that the silkworm pupa is so strange, someone immediately recognized this object and said in a lost voice: "It is a frost silkworm, which ranks within the top 200 on the list of strange insects."

It was actually a strange insect. Mo Wentian felt aroused and immediately used insight to check it out.

Name of the strange insect: Frost silkworm

Strange insect cultivation level: first level

Innate magical powers: freezing technique

Ranking of strange insects: No. 183

Because the frost silkworm is just like a pupa, it is just a first-level strange insect. If it removes the pupa shell, it will advance to a second-level strange insect.

Shibao Zhenren said with a smile: "This is a pair of frost silkworms, ranking 183rd on the strange insect list, but I believe all fellow Taoists know that frost silkworms have a certain chance of mutating and evolving into a illusion frost moth, which is ranked 47th on the strange insect list."

Of course, the monks here understand this truth. The top 50 on the list of strange insects are all amazing peerless insects. If they can own one, they will be an invincible existence among the monks of the same level. No one is unmoved. Fen Tian Zhenren is impatient and can't help but say loudly: "True Master Zhibao, that pair of frost silkworms, start the starting price and auction!"

The real person in Shibao smiled slightly and said, "This pair of frost silkworms starts at a low-grade spirit stone of 500 yuan!"

Speaking of this, he glanced coldly at the real person's eyes and raised his voice: "The price increase must not be less than fifty low-grade spirit stones at each time!"

Obviously, I was already dissatisfied with the behavior of the one-eyed real person who only increased the price of a low-grade spirit stone when he auctioned the talisman pen.

As soon as he finished speaking, the price increase sound was like this. There were also restrictions on talisman making pens. Not many people participated in the auction, but everyone could own strange insects, so they naturally snatched them up.

The Fen Tian Zhenren of the Xuantian Sword Sect first quoted: "Six hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

The real person Guijian of Qiankunmen seemed to want to beat him, and quoted in a disdainful tone: "This pair of frost silkworms is bidding for 800 low-grade spirit stones!"

A monk wearing a ghost face mask said in a gloomy voice: "Eight hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones!"

Fen Tian Zhenren increased his price again and said: "Nine hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

"One thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"One thousand one hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

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The price has been rising steadily. Until the sky-high price of the Fentian Zhenren, no one continued to bid for the 1,500 low-grade spirit stones. Although the frost silkworm is extremely precious, it is just a pupa. It still needs decades of careful breeding to evolve into a fourth-level strange insect. Before that, it had no effect. 1,500 low-grade spirit stones were enough to buy two powerful low-grade magic weapons.

Mo Wentian was determined to win the pair of frost silkworms. Even if he wanted thousands of low-grade spirit stones, he was ready to take a try and shouted loudly in the silence: "This pair of frost silkworms is bidding for 1,600 low-grade spirit stones!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the one-minded real person sitting next to him laughed and said, "This pair of little white silkworms is good. I bought it and kept it for fun. I bid 1,800 low-grade spirit stones. If a fellow Taoist wants to increase the price, I might as well try it. Anyway, there are so many spirit stones I have been put down, so I can't spend some of them at will, but there is nothing to waste."

The one-minded real man spoke arrogantly, as if the spirit stone was worthless in his hands, and he burst into laughter.

The monks all over the place frowned secretly. Cultivators all knew that the spirit stones were hard-won. They were always careful in their daily calculations and achieved the greatest benefits with the smallest efforts. However, the one-eyed real person seemed to have no scruples and did not care about the waste of the spirit stones.

Mo Wentian was so angry that he bit his teeth. He originally had only 6,500 low-grade spirit stones in his storage bag, and he used 1,600 yuan for the golden feather and jade bone pen. It was more than enough to buy the pair of frost silkworms, but just to compete for a moment, the waste of spirit stones seemed to be unnecessary, so he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

The real person Shibao saw the situation and smiled and said, "If no one bids for an additional price, this pair of frost silkworms will be this fellow Taoist!"

But he wanted 1,800 low-grade spirit stones, and the monk wearing a bear-face mask seemed to be quite wealthy. He weighed the pros and cons, so naturally no one was willing to get in, so as not to lose face if the auction failed.

The one-minded real man laughed and walked forward proudly. He suddenly stood in front of the Dingtang and grabbed it casually in the treasure trove. A low-grade spirit stone like a hill was piled up on the ground, shining with crystal light, and the entire hall was full of radiance.

All the monks in the hall were shocked. Even if they didn't use their spiritual sense to check, they knew that there were tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones. Even though they were all real people in the foundation-building and the leaders of the six major sects, they had never seen such a large number of low-grade spirit stones piled up together in their long career of practicing Taoism. What was that shocking? It could no longer be described in words.

The one-minded real man looked at himself and said arrogantly: "Sorry, there are too many spirit stones underneath, so they can't be spent. Pour it out and hung it on to prevent mold and hair from growing."

He seemed to be interested in becoming rich, and counted out two thousand pieces of low-grade spirit stones from the mountain piled up, put them in a storage bag, and threw them in front of the person Shibao Zhenren, laughing and said, "The person Shibao Zhenren, there are two thousand low-grade spirit stones in it, and the excess is considered a piece of thought, which is not respectful!"

While speaking, he took all the spirit stones piled up on the ground into the treasure trove, and the light in the entire hall returned to its previous brightness.

Shibao Zhenren hosted the trade fair at Wenfeng Pagoda for decades. He has seen countless treasures. He is a person who has experienced storms. How could he lose his integrity by such a small profit? He smiled and said, "This fellow Taoist is intent. If you don't lack these spirit stones, please take them away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed it casually in the storage bag, and a pile of spirit stones flew out, and formed a queue of snakes in the air, as if they had eyes, and they all got into the treasure bag of the one-eyed real person.

The face of the one-minded real person changed drastically. With his spiritual sense, he swept it with his treasure bag and found that there were 199 additional low-grade spirit stones, but the number was just right.

This magical spell made the monks present admire the one-eyed real man, but he couldn't stay there. He bowed to Shibao and retreated to the seat.

The monks present are full of doubts. It is common to bully the weak in the cultivation world, and killing people and catching treasures is common. Cultivators believe in the principle of not revealing their wealth.

But the one-eyed monk wearing a bear-faced mask did the opposite and became rich in front of others. It seemed that he deliberately let all the monks present know that he had countless wealth of spirit stones. It was really incredible. Is there any trap in this? All of them were thinking about it.

One thousand eight hundred low-grade spirit stones are a sky-high price that is completely stopped. The pair of frost silkworms naturally were photographed by the Mon-Mu Li real person without any surprise!

After auctioning the Frost Silkworm, the real person of Zhibao continued to take out several treasures for auction. There were high-level rare martial arts secrets, fourth-level rare spiritual pills, and a fourth-level talisman, which were all extremely rare treasures.

The high-level martial arts secrets were taken away by the real person Guijian of Qiankunmen, while the fourth-level spiritual pill was taken away by the monk wearing a phoenix-faced mask. Mo Wentian used insight to check it out, but this person was Yuquan, who had visited the Feiyunmen Double Cultivation Hall to watch the ceremony.

The Dumu Zhenren seemed to have no interest in these two things, but did not participate in the bidding. However, when the fourth-level earth escape talisman was auctioned, the Dumu Zhenren quoted a high price of 700 low-grade spirit stones, so naturally no one was willing to compete with him.

There is also a fourth-level earth escape talisman in Mo Wentian's storage bag. It was auctioned by Zhang Haiyun with 540 low-grade spirit stones. However, the one-eyed real person took pictures of this object without blinking. He has to be said to be rich and powerful.

After the auction of the five treasures, he got unexpected gains. Zhibao Zhenren was in a good mood and smiled and said, "Fellow Taoists, the auction is over here, let's start the trade fair!"

No one deliberately presided over a small trade fair, but went on in the order of seats, and monks communicated with each other to achieve the goal of getting what they needed.

Sitting at the top seat was a monk wearing a lion-faced mask. He coughed lightly and said sternly: "I don't have any good things to bring. I just have a few rare fourth-level refining materials. I don't ask for anything to trade. I'm using them to exchange them for spirit stones. Those with higher prices will get it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and three magic weapons gently landed on his table.

Mo Wentian looked from afar and used insight techniques to identify the three refining materials, namely Black Meteorite Iron, Silver Gang Sand, and Stone Spirit Bone. They are all very good fourth-level refining materials. It is more than enough to refine low-grade magic weapons. If the refining skills are excellent, they may be able to refine medium-grade magic weapons.
Chapter completed!