Chapter: 1592

Tuoba Qingfeng laughed wildly and said.

Five hundred thousand middle-grade spirit crystals?

This is already equivalent to the price of a middle-grade heavenly-ranked bucket weapon, far exceeding the market price of the three-thousand-year-old blood-refining herb!

"Where did Tuoba Qingfeng get so many spirit crystals?"

Yuwen Kongming's face was a little ugly.

"It's really unlucky. When I meet this lunatic, it seems that I can only wait for the next opportunity."

Chu Feng gritted his teeth.

Tuoba Qingfeng has already killed the price, and the middle-grade spirit crystal they brought is far less than 500,000 yuan! In other words, they have been eliminated.

Not only Yuwen Kongming and others were eliminated, Shenlonghoufu, Fang Chun and others, Mu Juner and others, ninety-nine percent of the human races who came to Tianyaofang this time were eliminated, and some monsters and dragons were also eliminated. The same is true, but the dragon clan is better. The spirit crystals they have are already scary, and they can call for a few more rounds.

"Well, I can't take pictures of the blood refining grass this time."

The Yin Prison Snake shook his head with a wry smile, then turned his gaze to Tuoba Qingfeng, who happened to also look at him, his eyes full of complacency.

"Let you be proud for a while!"

The Yin Hell Snake sneered in his heart.

"mother?"

Hua Wushang was startled, and looked at Hua Yeyu at a loss. He didn't know that the 3,000-year-old blood-refining herb that usually only sold for two hundred thousand yuan would be called for five hundred thousand this time. Could it be that, Is he going to miss this opportunity?

"Damn it!"

Hua Wushang clenched his fists tightly. Without the three-thousand-year-old blood-refining herb, he still had to take a detour if he wanted to successfully cultivate the Yunqi Holy Physique!

"Do not worry."

A trace of confidence appeared on Hua Yeyu's face.

Seeing this, Hua Wushang felt a little more at ease.

"Brother Ding, it seems that this time, we won't be able to photograph this blood refining herb."

Zhuge Hui and Bai Xiaoling followed Qi Qichao Ding Yuanjie's voice transmission.

"It's okay, the auction is not over yet."

Ding Yuanjie smiled confidently. Seeing this, the two daughters were slightly startled. Could it be that Brother Ding still has a backup?

But as far as they know, the three of them can produce no more than 250,000 middle-grade spirit crystals together!

"This little brother bid 500,000 middle-grade spirit crystals, is there a higher price?"

A look of surprise flashed in Long Tian's eyes. Before he could make a move on the entrustment he had arranged, a fool raised the price for him.

"Five hundred thousand, hehe."

"Same hehe."

There was disdain on everyone's face, and they laughed without saying a word.