"One Hundred and Thirty Thousand"

Since those Jindan monks didn't move, Ye Mo decided to take a gamble, if those Jindan monks bid again, he wouldn't follow.

"One million four million"

Ye Mo's quoted price only paused for a few breaths before it was surpassed by another foundation building monk.

The price of the Soul Fixing Bead has been growing slowly, although slowly, but each time the price rises by 100,000 spirit stones, it is also making the foundation building monks gradually unbearable.

Ordinary casual cultivators can't bid at all, they are all representatives of various forces, and they can only afford to pay more than one million prices. But their offer is still very difficult.

When the price reached 1.9 million, there was silence in the fair.

It is not that there are no top-level magic weapons on the market, and in the legal auction of the Immortal City Alliance, it is not difficult to win a top-level magic weapon and magic weapon for two million.

Although the effect of the Soul Bead is peculiar, ordinary Five Elements Cultivators still prefer the Five Elements Magic Weapon. After all, at the same level, the improvement of the Five Elements Cultivator by the Five Elements Magic Weapon is not trivial, and it is far beyond the reach of the Soul Fixing Bead.

Soul beads are only of great effect on certain "special" monks.

The one who overwhelmed the crowd and quoted the price of 1.9 million was still the black-shirted monk who first asked for the price.

Because this person's voice, breath, or appearance were tightly blocked by various spiritual weapons, Ye Mo didn't know if this person was a ghost cultivator.

"Host Zeng, what do you mean, it's been half a stick of incense, why don't you start counting down?"

After a long silence, the black-robed monk became impatient.

In general, if no one bids for auction items within ten breaths, the host of the trade fair will begin to count down, and after three countdowns, the wooden hammer in his hand will fall, which means that the final word is settled, and even if someone bids again, it will not be counted.

"Two Million"

Ye Mo gritted his teeth, and after confirming that there was no offer from the Jindan monk, he quoted a higher price again.

Cheng Jingshan, who was sitting next to Ye Mo, slowly turned his head, and although he was blocked by a mask, the beads of sweat on his forehead still flowed down his cheeks.

"Spend two million to buy a ghost cultivator, you are determined to go against me, right?"

The black-shirted monk's face changed drastically, and when he heard Ye Mo's offer, he was so angry that he actually stood up directly from his seat and yelled at Ye Mo.

"Silence the rules of the fair, no one is allowed to stop others from quoting, this fellow Daoist, if there is a next time, I will directly blast you out"

The host of the trade fair said with a cold face.

"The surname is Zeng, if you have the courage to try it"

The black-shirted monk was so angry that he didn't even pay attention to the presiding officer of the fair.

Zeng was stunned, he really didn't see the identity of the black-shirted monk, he wore a mask like other monks, but the black-shirted monk called out his surname, thinking that he should be a person he was very familiar with.

"Hmph, this trade fair is jointly organized by the two Jindan Immortals, and several finale treasures, including this Soul Fixing Bead, are also provided by the two Jindan Immortals."

Only half of what the presiding officer said was done, and all the monks present had already heard the meaning.

The black-shirted monk did not allow others to bid with him, wouldn't it cut off the financial resources of the two Jindan monks.

No matter how arrogant the black-shirted monk was, he had to stop at this moment, glaring at Ye Mo fiercely before he sat down in a broken mind.

"Two million 1 million"

The black-shirted monk cried out for a higher price. This is his bottom line, and there is no way to increase the price

The price of more than two million spirit stones is already sky-high.

Almost all the powerful monks had already withdrawn from the competition, except for the Jindan monk who had never opened his mouth, in the entire trade fair, only Ye Mo and the black-shirted monk were still competing.

"Two Hundred Million"

Ye Mo didn't even think about it, and directly increased the price.

His idea was simple, as long as Brother Jindan didn't speak, he would never back down. The value of the Soul Determination Bead is by no means measurable by spirit stones, and it determines whether he can save the resentful spirit of Xuanyue Sword Venerable from the dungeon of the Purple Sword Immortal Palace.

The value of the Xuanyue Sword Venerable can not be compared to millions of spirit stones.

Ye Mo's unhesitating price increase shocked all the monks, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of eyes locked on Ye Mo

"This person must be a ghost cultivator, otherwise how could he look like he is bound to win this thing"

"I'm afraid it's really a ghost cultivator, if it's a Five Elements Cultivator, there are two million spirit stones, and I would have already taken it to buy the top Five Elements magic weapon, so why bother with this Soul Bead. Unexpectedly, the ghost cultivation force also began to appear blatantly"

Many of the monks couldn't help but start talking.

Most of these monks regarded Ye Mo as a ghost cultivator, which Ye Mo had not thought of in advance.

Ye Mo sighed slightly, feeling that it was not bad to be misunderstood like this, two of the five Jindan monks in the small room behind him should be the organizers of this auction, and the remaining three Jindan monks, as long as they were not ghost cultivators, the possibility of competing with him was extremely low.

Even if it was an ordinary Jindan monk, it was not easy to take out more than two million spirit stones.

For ordinary Five Elements cultivators, the greatest effect of the Soul Bead is nothing more than to transcribe resentful souls. It's a pity that the powerful Jindan period resentful soul is so easy to find.

Thinking that the long-awaited Soul Fixing Bead was about to fall into his bag, Ye Mo's mood gradually improved.

The black-shirted monk seemed to be frightened by everyone's discussions, his face was distorted, and after thinking for a while, he spread his hands and said: "That's it, since this thing is so important to you, I will endure the pain of cutting my love once, sell you a favor, and don't rob me of the treasures in the back."

"Thank you, Your Excellency, after having this thing, even if you are interested in the treasures behind, you don't have that strength."

Ye Mo stood up, held back the excitement in his heart, and thanked him.

The auction time of the Soul Bead has lasted for a full hour, and even the host of the trade fair seems to be a little unable to hold on.

The high auction price of 2.2 million had exceeded his expectations, so after only a short silence, he raised the wooden hammer in his hand.

"In that case, this fellow Daoist bid two million and two hundred thousand spirit stones, if no one else increases the price, I will start counting down."

There was silence in the venue, and no one raised the price.

"Bang Bang"

Ye Mo seemed to be able to hear his own rapid heartbeat.

"Three" once presided over the elongated voice and counted down the first number.

The venue was still silent, and almost everyone thought that the first finale treasure, the Soul Bead, was about to fall into Ye Mo's hands.

"Two"

"Slow"

A deep voice abruptly interrupted the countdown that had been presiding.

"It's Brother Jindan"

All the monks present heard the source of the voice and were shocked.

"Looks like my luck isn't good enough."

Ye Mo's heart was bitter, and what he was most worried about finally appeared.

The Jindan monk who is willing to pay a high price of more than 2.2 million yuan to buy this thing is afraid that he is also a ghost cultivator. Ordinary Jindan monks may not be willing to pay such an outrageous price.

"Two million and three thousand spirit stones, this little friend, I'm very sorry, the old man asked for this thing" The tone of the voice was flat, but it revealed an irresistible majesty.

Under the concealment of the mask, no one could see Ye Mo's complicated and depressed face.

At this juncture, the success fell short. The feeling of a knife cutting my heart is probably just that.

Although he had been mentally prepared, but if he really had to face the treasure in his hand being taken away, Ye Mo still couldn't let go, and he was a little hesitant to bid again.

The right foot was touched with the tip of his toe, Ye Mo came to his senses, and knew that Cheng Jingshan was reminding him. This is a bid from Brother Jindan, don't fight for it.

"Since the seniors are interested in this thing, the younger generations will naturally not take the favor of the seniors. ”

Ye Mo slowly stood up and bowed to the hut where the Jindan ghost cultivator behind him was.

With a humble attitude, the Jindan ghost cultivator in the room smiled faintly, he didn't expect this junior to know each other so well, and immediately withdrew from the competition for the Soul Bead.

"It's so good, the old man has been a little tight lately, if you really fight with the old man, the old man will really bleed. If it weren't for the fact that this thing was very important to the old man, the old man wouldn't be guilty of competing with you as a junior, and the old man would be guilty of owing you a favor."

Jin Dan Ghost Xiu said indifferently.

Ye Mo had a hundred reluctances in his heart, but the matter had come to this point, and he also knew that it would not end well to offend Brother Jindan on such an occasion, so he had no choice but to accept this result.

The auction of the Soul Fixing Bead took several turns, and finally fell into the hands of a mysterious Jindan monk.

Many people felt sorry for Ye Mo, but in front of Brother Jindan, they didn't dare to show it.

Then someone sent the Soul Bead into the room for handover, and after Brother Jin Dan took the Soul Bead, he walked out of the room directly and left the fair through the teleportation array.

"It seems that this person is here specifically for the Soul Bead. ”

Ye Mo's eyes were deep, and he said to Chengjingshan beside him.

"Brother Ye is afraid that he can only wait for the next opportunity, even if he is a Five Elements Jindan Cultivator, he will not dare to offend the Jindan Ghost Cultivator easily. The strength of the ghost cultivator is unmatched by ordinary monks of the same level. The younger brother was really afraid that Brother Ye and this person would fight for the Soul Bead just now."

Thinking of the previous scene, Cheng Jingshan still has lingering palpitations.

Ye Mo shook his head and continued to focus on the booth of the trade fair.

Since the most important soul bead had already been bought, he lost interest in the remaining lots, and when a few lots were sold, he got up and prepared to leave.

"This fellow Daoist, the senior who bought the Soul Bead just now left you a locator charm, so that Daoist friends can use this talisman to meet with that senior after the auction."

Seeing that Ye Mo was about to leave, a black-clothed trade fair guard stepped forward a few steps forward and handed over a pale yellow paper talisman.

"Looking for me?"

Ye Mo's heart tightened, and he took the paper talisman.

"You've already given him the Soul Bead, what are you looking for me to do, could it be that you have taken a fancy to the spirit stone in your hand?"

Ye Mo was vigilant.

However, in the face of the invitation of a Jindan period monk, and it is likely to be a mysterious ghost cultivator, he can't easily refuse, otherwise he may attract this person's dissatisfaction.

After handing over the paper talisman, the guards left directly and continued to perform their duties, while Ye Mo and Cheng Jingshan directly teleported out through the teleportation array at the entrance of the hall.

It was still the beautiful woman who waited by the teleportation array in the courtyard and sent the two out of the courtyard.

Standing in a gloomy alley, Ye Mo looked at the locator in his hand thoughtfully.