บท 5117: The smell of gunpowder was thick.

Many of the people who came to this auction were from the ancient venerate families and ancient venerate residences. Their eyes were not bad, and they also recognized the origin of the spring Wood. One had to know that the Springwood itself was very valuable. Just this wooden box alone was worth hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. It was hard to imagine how rare the spirit flowers and rare herbs inside were.

Everyone craned their necks in anticipation of the answer.

The atmosphere of the auction had been brewing for a long time, and Wu Zhiyi did not keep them in suspense. He opened the box and took out a small black flower.

"Devil's Heart Flower, it's actually a Devil's Heart Flower!" The crowd below immediately cried out in surprise.