Chapter 70: competition!

"One hundred sixty thousand."
Just when the monks were surprised by Fu Yifei's offer, Duan Feng's voice sounded slowly again.
"Huh? This guy dared to compete with Ao Shitang's Young Master. It seems that he is really desperate."
"To say that he has no brains, he is right."
Many monks cast a pitiful look in Duan Feng's direction.
Ao Shitang is one of the top forces in the Creation City, and a small ordinary monk dared to compete with the big forces on the same stage. That would be a long life.
Although in the auction, they can't tell you how to do it, but if you walk out of the auction, it will be more ill-fortuned.
"Two hundred thousand!"
Fu Yifei didn't even look at Duan Feng, still with a smile on his mouth, and said lightly in an unquestionable voice.
"Hehe, I am really rich, and I have raised 40,000 gold coins all at once."
Duan Feng shrugged, and immediately bid another price, "Two hundred ten thousand."
"Two hundred and fifty thousand!" Fu Yifei caught up with him without any pause.
"Two hundred and sixty thousand." Duan Feng was unwilling to lag behind.
"Three hundred thousand!" Fu Yifei's face was already a little green, and he immediately snorted softly.
Obviously, Duan Feng's behavior has already angered him.
However, Duan Feng as if he hadn't heard of it, calmly and forcefully fought back again.
"Thirty-one thousand."
...
The bidding between Duan Feng and Fu Yifei was only between the electric light and flint.
When the monks reacted, the price had been directly doubled.
Moreover, it turned out that Duan Feng had the upper hand, which made many people look at him.
"This kid, the courage is really not small."
"The courage is great, but if you offend the young master of Ao Shitang, you won't have a good life."
Many monks talked in low voices.
Schumann, who was on the auction stage, was sluggish as he watched the fierce competition between the two off the court.
Obviously, she did not expect that an unknown young man would have such a courage to bid with Fu Yifei.
"Three hundred and ten thousand, the first time."
"Thirty-one thousand, the second time."
"Thirty-one thousand, the first..."
"Four hundred thousand!"
When Schumann reported the count, Fu Yifei shouted again.
"Poor! It's you!" Fu Yifei looked at Duan Feng coldly and said grimly.
"Haha, Young Master Fu has a great posture, but I am sure to win this bead!"
"Forty-one million."
Duan Feng laughed instead of anger and chuckled.
"Five hundred thousand!"
"Five hundred and ten thousand! No matter how much you pay, I will be ten thousand more than you!" Duan Feng shouted coldly, with no fear in his eyes.
Fu Yifei snorted coldly, just about to bid again, but was stopped by an old man next to him.
"Young Master, the purpose of our trip is not for this pearl. If we spend too much money here, in the end, what we need will definitely go to other homes."
"This bead must hide a big secret, I must get it!"
"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"
Fu Yifei shouted angrily.
"Five hundred and sixty thousand, always ten thousand more than you." Duan Feng smiled and said lightly.
"Young Master, don't be angry. Perhaps, this is just a trap of the auction. This is simply a broken bead."
The old man was afraid that Fu Yifei got deeper and deeper, and couldn't help but speak out again.
"No, I have to get it. How can I be trampled underfoot by an ordinary monk if I am a proud Young Master?"
Fu Yifei shook his head with a firm attitude.