Tier 8 Spirit Pill

Wu Qingce's heart was already in his throat when he heard the price surged to 18 high tier spirit stones. His eyes kept glancing at his senior brother.

"Why are you always looking at me?" Jiang Beiran, who was sitting upright on the armchair, asked.

"Brother Jiang, aren't you going to bid this time?"

After stuffing a grape into his mouth, Jiang Beiran turned his head and looked at Wu Qingce. "What are you thinking about? This is a yellow grade magical item. Those Sect Masters go bankrupt will fight for it until they went bankrupt. Do you think I can win?"

Seeing Wu Qingce fall into deep thought, Jiang Beiran shook his head and said, "Don't think about it. Just watch the show."

Just as Jiang Beiran had said, when fighting over a yellow grade magical item, these Sect Masters would no longer have the shackles of "thrifty". They would even buy it even if it would cost their own sects.