"Four thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
"Four thousand five hundred fifty low-grade spirit stones!"
"Five thousand low-grade spirit stones!"
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"Seven thousand low-grade spirit stones!"
Lu Chang'sheng raised his hand and called out.
This price cut the number of bidders down to three.
After another round of bidding, only Lu Chang'sheng and one other cultivator remained in competition.
"Seven thousand two hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
"Seven thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
Lu Chang'sheng suddenly raised his bid by three hundred, giving his opponent pause. The other man bit his lip, glanced in Lu Chang'sheng's direction, and continued, "Seven thousand six hundred low-grade spirit stones."
"Eight thousand low-grade spirit stones!"
"Fellow Daoist Lu, that's not worth it!"
Wei Zhen couldn't help but shake his head.
But seeing Lu Chang'sheng's determined expression, he just sighed.
In the end, still young—easy to get impulsive.
