Chapter 51: Sell at a high price

"Secondly, the snake venom of the black blood snake is extremely violent, but it is also toxic and medicinal. The venom of the black blood snake is one of the essential materials for many pills and liquid medicine."
"This one seems to have only one fang, but it is actually made of two materials. One is the fang. The fang is extremely tough and can be used as a smelting material, or it can be carved into a bone weapon."
"In addition, there is a tube of black blood snake venom in it. This thing is very valuable, even more valuable than this snake tooth."
"Furthermore, the venom in it is the venomous bottom of the teeth brewing in the gums of the black blood snake, and it is more poisonous than the normal black blood snake venom!"
Parnell said: "I'm done talking about what should be said. The magical effect of this thing, everyone is a warrior, and I know better than a weak woman who has no power to bind a chicken."
"Now shooting, starting price, fifty medium-grade spirit stones!"
The starting price reached fifty medium-grade spirit stones, and Chen Feng was a little excited, guessing how much he could sell in the end.
Xie Dongshan didn't lie to him. The snake teeth and venom of the black blood snake are indeed very popular. Almost when Panel announced the shooting, several people raised the sign together.
Eighty middle-grade spirit stones!
One hundred middle-grade spirit stones!
One hundred and fifty yuan!
Two hundred yuan!
In the end, it soared all the way to 310 middle-grade spirit stones.
A person raised his placard again and again, as if he was determined to win this thing, but many people robbed him, and he was suppressed every time he bid.
He seemed impatient, suddenly got up and scanned the audience.
This is an old man with white hair and beard, thin body, and withered, his eyes are cold and cruel like a snake, and the whole person is full of cold air.
He was obviously very thin, and there was no strong momentum fluctuation on his body, but when he glanced around, no one dared to look at him. As long as he was in contact with his eyes, he lowered his head.
It seems that this person is terrible!
The old man glanced around, saw everyone's reaction, nodded in satisfaction.
"I am Dongfanglin, the second-grade alchemist of Baishi City. Many of you here must know my name. I am currently refining a very important medicine, and there is no black blood snake poison in it!"
"I searched hard, but couldn't find it. I didn't expect it to appear at the Xie's auction!"
"This thing, I am determined to win! How about selling the old man's face?"
When he spoke, everyone stopped talking.
After a while, they said one after another: "Since you have said so, Lord Eastern, of course we don't fight, Lord Eastern, you can buy it!"
Although they are unwilling, they dare not resist.
Dongfang Lin is known for his fierce reputation in Baishi City. This person is not only a master refining medicine, but also a master refining poison. The poison refined in his hand is extremely harsh and can make the deceased look terrible before death.
He also acted very harshly. There was once a small family who just offended him and was poisoned by him in the well. More than 300 people in that family went up and down, and all of them died overnight.
Although we all know that he did it, no one can catch the handle, and there is no way to take him.
No one dared to offend such a man.
In the end, the proud Dongfang Lin bought the fangs and venom at the price of three hundred and ten middle-grade spars.
Chen Feng felt a little regretful, the price could have been better. But thinking about it, he also felt that he was too greedy, and he was overjoyed to be able to sell at this price.
Han Yuer was a little excited, and laughed in a low voice: "Junior Brother, you are rich. You are rich."
Chen Feng smiled faintly: "Senior Sister, we made a fortune."
The next lot that was brought up was very peculiar. It was a swarthy iron-like object. This object was about the size of a human head. The color was blue and black. It was rusty and very old.
There is nothing special at all.
After this thing was taken out, Panel hadn't spoken yet, and someone below stopped doing it, shouting: "What kind of broken thing is this? It's obviously a piece of scrap iron!"
Ren is a clever tongue and a thick skin like a city wall, and he can't help but feel a little embarrassed at this time, because in her opinion, this thing is indeed a piece of scrap iron.
She couldn't help cursing the old man secretly: "Old stuff, you just use this as a treasure, and you have to sell it. It's a piece of scrap iron. Who will buy it? Isn't this smashing the sign of our auction house?"
She smiled bitterly and said: "We thank the auction house. We have always been honest and will not deceive customers, so I won't talk nonsense. To be honest, we don't know what it is for, and what is there. usefulness."
"Then you still sell it?" someone angered.
"This thing has a lot to come. Our Xie family has a senior elder from the Divine Gate realm. He once went deep into a small world. This piece of scrap iron was brought back from an ancient battlefield in a barren small world that was about to collapse. There must be something strange in it! So, if you buy it back, you won’t lose money!"
She still didn't change her traits as a profiteer and started selling.
When everyone heard it, they paid a little more attention.