I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Twenty-five hundred low-grade spiritual stones are equivalent to twenty-five in the middle and upper grades, fifty in the middle and one hundred in the middle and lower grades.

One hundred medium and low-grade spiritual stones were nothing in the auction house on the tenth floor of Biyuntian.

But the problem is...

The bidders are not for low-middle-class products.

But it’s a low price, more than two thousand coins, a low price...

The auctioneer's first reaction was that the other party had made a mistake.

But this possibility does not exist.

Unless the other person is a fool.

Could the person who might occupy position one on the tenth floor of the auction house be a fool?

He opened his mouth and continued to bid prices in an extremely complicated tone:

"No. 1 bids 2,500 low-grade spiritual stones. Are there any other bidders?"

There is nature.

After a moment of shock, someone produced one hundred and ten middle- and low-grade spiritual stones.

There is only one bidder left.

Ning Ruan looked at the bidding direction and saw it was next door.

number two.

The other party had never made an offer before, and this is the first time.

Ning Ruan didn't think much and simply raised the price to 3,800 pieces of low-grade products.

It is almost equivalent to one hundred and fifty-two middle- and low-grade coins.

This price is theoretically the limit of the auction.

But for Ning Ruan, what she is interested in has its own value.

"Three thousand eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones once, three thousand eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones twice, three thousand eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones three times..."

The auctioneer spoke very slowly.

It seems to be waiting for others to bid.

But after looking around, no one responded.

I thought Room 2 would follow me, but I didn't expect to give up so easily.

The auctioneer did not hide the regret on his face, "Congratulations to Guest No. 1 for successfully bidding."

Next.

Ning Ruan took five more pictures one after another.

Count the first one.

She actually bought all the first six lots in the auction.

Ning Ruan didn't mean it.

Although I want to lose my fortune.

But she wasn't willing to just buy something against her will.

No way.

Who made the first five items on the lot to be all treasures of heaven and earth?

Room 2.

The middle-aged monk frowned and said with a gloomy expression, "Who is in Room 1 today? Is there any news?"

Next to the monk, a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes was pouring wine for him. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know, but no one came out from the academy."

"It can't be someone from the academy." The middle-aged monk said firmly.

Those guys in the academy wouldn't do such a thing intentionally.

Since the establishment of Biyuntian Auction House, there have probably never been any low-grade spiritual stones on the tenth floor.

The worst ones are also mid-range.

"Do you need me to check?" the beautiful woman asked tentatively.

"Forget it, maybe he's from another state." The middle-aged monk said with a cold face and shook his head.

After a pause, he continued: "I heard that Xu An brought more than thirty people back last night and stayed at Biyuntian?"

The beautiful woman nodded respectfully, "That's true. He has also booked several first-class rooms."

"In this case, I'm afraid the group of people he brought back really have good prospects. Otherwise, Xu An would never have spent such a large amount of money with Sou Sou's temperament."

The middle-aged monk said as he took the wine handed over by the woman and drank it in one gulp.

The woman said quickly: "But..."

"But what?"

Beautiful woman: "Among the new disciples he brought back, the famous young sword cultivator from the Fifth Realm was particularly generous. He did not stay in the first-class room Xu An booked. Instead, he booked seven special-class rooms in one go."

"Sir, may I need you to check on her?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk shook his head indifferently, "No need. The disciples recruited by major colleges now are all from the small world. Some of them have family backgrounds, and it is normal to spend lavishly. There is no need to waste time on him."

The beautiful woman still hesitated, "The son of destiny..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged monk: "What is the Son of Destiny? Do you think that with the current reputation of Qingyun College, you can recruit the Son of Destiny?"

"..." The beautiful woman shook her head.

Although my lord is the governor of Qingzhou, theory should be closely related to the honor of Qingyun College.

But with the current reputation of Qingyun College, neither she nor the adults can say anything against their will.