Peerless Daoist

Two monks came out from under the curtain and put a huge statue on the stage.

The statue is covered by red cloth, but from the outline, I'm afraid it will not be too small.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this statue of Xuanxian was opened a few years ago when the road to heaven was opened. Some people saw the Xuanxian in the celestial realm, so they realized the charm of their Tao and outlined it on the statue. For some people who practice the heavenly realm, this statue is a priceless treasure! Ladies and gentlemen, this treasure can never be missed The monk's voice was bewitching.

Seeing an uproar at the bottom, the friar grinned with satisfaction, raised his finger and said, "start shooting 10 million high-quality spirit stones. Each time the price increase can't be less than 10 million."

As soon as his voice dropped, someone from below called out, "20 million!"

All the nuns in the high platform were also attracted by the statue of Xuanxian.

They also have a broken statue of Xuanxian in the hall of baiheshan, so they can see the charm of the statue.

If they can get this trace of Daoyun, their strength will be greatly improved!

"Thirty million!" Fang Xiuyun did not hesitate to shout.

"Ha ha, let's give it to laoxiaofu!" A rough voice sounded from another VIP seat.

It turned out to be an old man in blue, with tea in his hand and a smile on his face.

"It's Mo Changlao of Sihai Tianzong!"

"It's said that he is also practicing the magic of heaven. I'm afraid he will take away the statue of Xuanxian this time."

There was a lot of discussion below. Obviously, the old man in blue was very famous.

"Fifty million!" Fang Xiuyun gritted her teeth.

The old man in blue glanced at him unexpectedly and said, "one hundred million!"

The whole audience was in a state of uproar. I didn't expect that the old man in blue would raise the price so much directly.

Although Fang Xiuyun is the core disciple, everyone's supply of Lingxiao sect is limited. Although she wants to buy this statue, she has no money.

"Younger martial sister, if you don't have enough spiritual stones, I can borrow some for you." Xu Yixian stood up at this time.

Fang Xiuyun shook her head and looked at the statue with some reluctance: "forget it, elder martial brother. Just think I don't have this fate."

Fang Xiuyun has been very thrifty in his practice. Most of his spirit stones are given to his classmates, but he doesn't keep much.

One hundred million high-quality spirit stone is her limit.

No matter how much, she can't support it.

"Tongtian Dabi is about to start. Now you have to improve your strength. This statue must be yours. "

Xu Yixian suddenly stood up and yelled, "110 million!"

The old man in blue snorted: "200 million!"

"300 million!"

Looking at the direction of the old man in blue, Xu Yixian said in a loud voice: "elder Mo, I'm Xu Yixian. My father is the elder of Lingxiao sect. This thing is very important to me. Please let it go. "

The old man in blue frowned, and then he snorted coldly, no longer bidding.

Other people on the sidelines also stopped.

After all, it is not worth offending a descendant of the supreme elder of Lingxiao sect for the sake of a Xuanxian statue.

"Three hundred million once! 300 million twice! Three hundred million three times! Congratulations to Mr. Xu on winning the statue of Xuanxian! "

In the sound of congratulation, someone soon sent the statue of Xuanxian to the VIP seat.

Xu Yixian took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it out at will. Then he turned his head and said, "younger martial sister, I'll give it to you."

Fang Xiuyun was shocked and quickly refused: "no, it's too expensive."