After taking the jade plaque, Chen Mo already had a clear idea. The auction house dared to give the bidding rights of 50,000 spirit stones, and the value of the medium-grade mist grass should not be less than 30,000 spirit stones.

After a little calculation, he could not call 50,000 spirit stones blindly, but he could bid at least 43,000 spirit stones with 11,000 plus 30,000 spirit stones. This price is more than enough to capture the roots and stems of the thunder fibres.

Without Chen Mo's surprise, the thunder fibrillary rhizome stopped at 18,000 low-grade spirit stones, and the bid was the female cultivator on the third floor.

Although the stem of the root and thorn are good, the 18,000 low-grade spirit stones have exceeded their value. If they are not of special effects, no one will increase the price to be a sucker.

So Chen Mo called out 19,000 low-grade spirit stones, which immediately attracted a group of cultivators to look at each other and talked quietly.

The price is really a bit high, but for Chen Mo, he can cultivate thunder roots without looking for any spiritual plant masters. The price is very reasonable.

As everyone was talking, the woman on the third floor snorted coldly and directly increased the price of two thousand lower-grade spirit stones, and snorted coldly: "The roots of the thunder filament are only worth 17,000 lower-grade spirit stones. You must think clearly if the price is worth it. In the Ziliuyan of the Xiayanshui Sect, I hope it will be convenient for fellow Taoists."

The woman's words had already exceeded the rules of the auction house, but the price she paid was extremely high. What's more, the Yanshui Sect, a seventh-grade combat immortal sect, Old Man Hong turned a blind eye.

However, at this moment, Chen Mo had already asked the maid to bid again: "Twenty-two thousand low-grade spirit stones."

"Twenty-three thousand low-grade spirit stones." The female cultivator of Yanshui Sect suppressed his anger and said word by word.

"Twenty-four thousand low-grade spirit stones."

After hearing Chen Mo's offer again, the female cultivator of Yanshui Sect fell silent. Old man Hong smiled and asked loudly. Seeing that no one bid again, he rang the drum hammer. After the three hammers were finalized, the rhizome of the thunder fibres returned to Chen Mo.

At the same time, Chen Mo heard the voice transmission from the female cultivator opposite the third floor: "Friendly Taoist spirit, leave the name of the sect, and we will discuss with each other in the future."

Chen Mo ignored the female cultivator's words. He did not want to be high-profile, and he did not want to get into any enemy because of this. At this time, he was feeling sorry for the Spirit Stone.

But it would be fine to think that the thunder fibrous roots can be cultivated. If it is a real thunder fibrous root, there will be no way to get the thunder fibrous roots.

Next, he auctioned several spiritual weapons and several talismans, but Chen Mo was not interested. He was not interested until the maid on the side reminded him that his mist grass was about to be auctioned, and then he was cheered up.

When Old Man Hong took out the mist, he was very serious and specially replaced it with a floating exquisite jade box. The jade box was blessed with various formation runes, which were far from comparable to Chen Mo's jade box.

Chen Mo thought to himself that if you change the packaging, it will give people a much more expensive feeling.

Looking at this exquisite packaging, the cultivators at the auction house suddenly became energetic and knew that the auction house was going to launch another rare treasure.

Old Man Hong made a seal and let the jade box slowly turn around and keep it in the end. It was not until someone started urging him again that he made a seal and shot it into the jade box.

The jade box opened slightly, and the gap was filled with golden glow. A special fragrance suddenly spread out. Some practitioners who were closer to it suddenly felt a strange look. The spiritual energy in the auction hall was slowly becoming richer.

"What's going on? Has the spirit gathering formation been opened in the auction hall? When did this old skinning become so generous?"

Everyone was talking, and it was obvious that some people had not yet been associated with the auction items on the venue.

"Is this?"

At this time, a cultivator who was quite close seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly stood up, looking at the golden light coming out of the jade box, and said anxiously.

"Skinned, don't keep it aside. Let us be the one you put in this box, right?"

Not only is he not disgusted with the title of Lao Pi Pi, but he is very useful. This title affirms his ability to a certain extent.

Looking at the reaction of the cultivator, Old Man Hong smiled and touched his beard, circulated his spiritual power, and three leaves flew out of the jade box one after another.

The three leaves are all palm-shaped, with a length of more than two inches wide. They are as lacquered as gold and emit a shining golden light. The surface of the leaves is eye-catching, nine-ring purple patterns, one by one, one by one.

At this time, the three leaves were slowly rotating around Old Man Hong. Before he knew it, the spiritual energy around Old Man Hong was already much richer.

"It turns out to be a medium-grade mist grass!"

The field began to get noisy, and my eyes were even more focused on the three misty grasses.

Seeing this, Chen Mo frowned: "There are more than three pieces of grass he has taken out, so why don't the rest be auctioned?"

Squeezing the questions in his heart, Chen Mo continued to look at the auction.

At this time, Old Man Hong felt that the atmosphere was not enough. He bounced his fingers and a stream of light hit a medium-grade mist grass. He took a small piece of leaves, and then used the fireball technique to ignite it.

As soon as the mist grass encountered an open fire, it instantly ignited a strong purple fire. The purple light lingered around it and went up faintly. The spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in the auction house quickly condensed towards Old Man Hong, causing a breeze to stir up.

In just a blink of an eye, the concentration of spiritual energy in the auction hall doubled, and the concentration of spiritual energy of Old Man Hong was more than three times. Before many cultivators could sense it carefully, Old Man Hong suddenly extinguished the mist.

"Three pieces of medium-grade mist grass will start with 2,500 low-grade spirit stones, and the price increase shall not be less than 500 low-grade spirit stones each time."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone had already quoted it first: 3,000 low-grade spirit stones.

The quotation has not yet echoed, and someone has already quoted it: 3,500 low-grade spiritual stones

Four thousand low-grade spirit stones

In a blink of an eye, the three medium-grade mist grass rose directly from 4,000 low-grade spirit stones to 7,000 low-grade spirit stones. The one who bids for the female cultivator from Yanshui Sect, who looks like she is bound to win.

It is difficult to grow mist herbs, even if the planter takes action, he will never be able to cultivate low-quality mist herbs, let alone medium-quality ones.

If it weren't for the fact that the seeds were circulating very much and the effect of inferior products was weak, it could be comparable to some Xuan-level spiritual plants.

Most cultivators present understand their function, especially the middle-grade mist grass, which can gather spiritual energy in a radius of several miles or even ten miles on a large scale for cultivators to recover and increase their cultivation.

But now the cultivation world is in turmoil and once there is a large-scale conflict, the role of this large-scale spiritual plant to restore spiritual power will be greatly highlighted, and the price will naturally double.

Therefore, the seven thousand female cultivators of the Ziyan Sect just left, and an old and majestic voice on the third floor sounded: "Eight thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Listening to the offer from the third floor VIP room, the practitioners below sighed and knew that this kind of thing was not something they could afford.

As soon as the old man's voice came out, the third floor was so weird that there was no bidding anymore. It seemed that there was an agreement. Old Man Hong had a little regret and decided to make a sound. The old and majestic voice smiled and said, "Thank you for giving in. The next spiritual plant, except for the finale, I will never fight."

Old Man Hong had already packed the grass at this time, and the next auction item was also delivered. When everyone saw the exquisite jade box, their hearts were immediately thrilled.
Chapter completed!