This bidding model that has never existed in the world of cultivation has been so painful when Zhao Yang proposed it.

It's like this low-grade magic weapon. If it was confiscated by someone's lowest price, wouldn't Cangyan Sect lose more than one hundred spirit stones at once?

This is more than one hundred spirit stones, and the sect's income in half a year is only about a hundred spirit stones.

Anyone will suffer such losses.

Seeing Zuo Lun and others questioning, Zhao Yang quietly proposed a way to find a "support".

This method made the heads of several sects speechless. How could Zhao Yang become so generous and kind-hearted young man?

But this method is really good.

This low-grade magic weapon from Cangyan Sect was snatched by several disciples, and in just a moment, the price increased by more than 400.

As those entrusted, the bidding eased.

"Are there any bids for the 453 spirit stones?" Zhao Yang stretched out his finger to point out the price, then turned around and looked around.

Some people around wanted to bid, and some were waiting and watching. Although it was noisy, no one spoke.

Zhao Yang asked again: "Are there any bids?"

Seeing that no one had spoken, Zhao Yang reached out to pick up the small wooden hammer, and the person who bid 453 showed joy on his face.

"The price of a low-quality magic weapon is 500 spirit stones according to the market price. If you buy more than 400 spirit stones, you will make a profit-" Zhao Yang said, while lifting the small wooden hammer and smashing it hard.

"Cough cough-"It's not the sound of the hammer knocking, it's the sound of Zhao Yang coughing softly.

"Ask again, is there anyone else who has made a offer?"

...

Then everyone looked at the one who stood up and raised his hands. The one who had just bid for the 453 spirit stones and was about to bow to the four sides when he saw Zhao Yang's hammer fall.

"This fellow Taoist is so generous. He actually increased the price himself. 454 spirit stones. Does anyone increase the price?"

"Ha ha--"

"Add to increase your price..."

The whole venue burst into laughter, and the monk who offered to bid was blushing, but he couldn't speak.

"Okay, deal!"

"Dong!"

After everyone laughed enough, Zhao Yang knocked the little hammer and shouted: "Congratulations to this fellow Taoist for getting this low-grade magic weapon for the price of 454 spirit stones. Please come to the stage to deliver the spirit stones."

The man waited until the hammer fell and realized that he had finally obtained the magic weapon.

When he heard Zhao Yang ask him to go on stage to deliver the spirit stones, he did not go on stage immediately. Instead, he turned around and put together the large bags of spirit stones with the people around him, then held them in his robe and rushed to the platform.

Bai Yicheng and others took the spirit stone and counted it, nodded to Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang held the hook and sickle saw with both hands and said loudly: "Congratulations!"

The man quickly took it with both hands, then rubbed the magic weapon, bowed to Zhao Yang, turned his face, and looked down at the audience.

"I, I--" This man wanted to be passionate, but suddenly looked at the audience. The crowd was covered with practitioners. His voice seemed to be blocked and he couldn't speak at once.

There was another burst of laughter below.

"My name is Su Delong, under Changhe County, the head of the Ziyun Sect of Shuziling. I have seen it and met you fellow Taoists. Welcome all fellow Taoists to visit our sect." Holding the magic weapon, his face turned red. The head of the Ziyun Sect of the sixth level of Qi Refining was finished.

Seeing him get off the platform, many people's eyes lit up.

This is a good opportunity!

Thousands of practitioners present, as well as powerful people from all walks of life, even the county magistrate's office is there. As long as you show your face on that stage, it is worth spending more spirit stones.

Zhao Yang didn't expect that this guy would actually use his own territory to advertise. He couldn't help but feel happy, but his heart was also moved.

"The second trading item is a set of thirteen jade talismans provided by the Yulan Mountain Light Spirit Talisman Sect." Zhao Yang waved his fingers, and the talismans were displayed one by one.

These talismans are all ordinary jade talismans, with only three or four spirit stones per piece. If the thirteen are together, the effects will be complementary and the price will be only about fifty spirit stones.

"The base price of the Light Spirit Talisman Sect is thirty spirit stones, and each time the price is 50 spirit coins."

Thirty Spirit Stones, such a price is the price that half of the thousands of people present.

To be honest, although there are many people in the market now, there are actually not many people who really offer the starting price. Most of them come with the mentality of watching the fun.

After all, I have some experience, and even if I talk about this with others in the future, I will have some topics of conversation.

Thirteen spiritual talismans and thirty spirit stones, when Zhao Yang finished speaking, the bidding immediately resounded throughout the venue.

"Tsk tsk, the excitement is lively, it means losing money and gaining publicity." In the box, Shu Quan and others looked at the hot scene below and couldn't help but talk.

"It's just to make these low-level monks happy. Brother Zhao is thinking carefully."

"It's just like this, when will the good things come up?"

Although the few people complained, they also looked at the hot scramble below with interest.

After a while, these thirteen talismans were bid for forty-five spirit stones and fifty spirit coins.

This price is almost the same as the price sold outside.

"Everyone, this price is not cheap!" Standing on the high platform, Zhao Yang suddenly spoke.

He was not ready to make money for these low-priced items. If the price was raised, he would still have a bad reputation, so he spoke out to remind him.

After he finished speaking, the people who were preparing to bid were beaten. When he thought about it carefully, he felt that it was a bit worth it to bid again.

In the end, the thirteen talismans were purchased by a Taoist in his fifties for the price of forty-eight spirit stones.

Like Su Delong before, after the old Taoist came to take the talisman, he bowed to Zhao Yang and then bowed to the bottom of the stage.

"hiss--"

As soon as he looked up, what the old Taoist originally wanted to say was blocked.

Not everyone can talk to thousands of monks.

Seeing that the old Taoist's face turned red, there was another burst of laughter from the audience.

"I, I, I, I, I, will be wrong. I, thank Master Zhao, thank Qingyun Sect, and thank Qingling Talisman Sect." The old Taoist stumbled and laughed again in the audience.

The old Taoist could not hold on any longer, so he covered his face and walked downstairs. After moving a few steps, he suddenly said: "I came from the distance, and the distance is in Nancang Mountain."

The laughter was even better below, but I also remember that the old Taoist came. The old Taoist stepped down and bowed all the way, which was very popular.

If a small sect spends some spirit stones and buys a familiar face, it may be a good deal.

So, even if Zhao Yang made a statement about the following items, the prices of the market prices still rose above the market price.

The family or forces that purchased these items would give their all to come to the stage to introduce themselves.

Although these few sentences are only a few of the thousands of practitioners, it is a rare scene of showing their faces for these small forces.

"Brother Zhao is addicted to playing, right? What's the use of just trading these things?"

"If you put these ragged things on again, Lao Zhu, I won't stay here - I'll do it!"
Chapter completed!