Chapter 33: The auction ends (for Xie Xuao to update in advance)

"Since it is the birthday of Mr. Xu, my martial arts family will definitely go there. Why not, Mr. Xu will give me this round, I will ask my grandpa to take the thing your grandpa wants most as a birthday gift, how about?"
Xu Shengtian's heart trembled and immediately replied, "Is this true?"
"I will try my best, but with this boosting pill, I will be 80% sure."
"That's great."
From the beginning, the conversation between the two people didn't mean to conceal the slightest, all fell into the ears of everyone, and immediately, those who still wanted to continue the bid stopped immediately.
The host immediately made a judgment, "Congratulations to Miss Wu for taking the three Six-Rank Zengyuan Pills for 16 million."
"The third round begins."
In the third round of Zengyuan Pill, Xu Shengtian received 15 million in a wishful way. As for the following, without Xu Shengtian's strength, the price was higher than the other round, and in the final round, it even reached a price of nearly 40 million.
An hour later, as the last three Zengyuan Pills were sold to someone, the auction of ten barrier-breaking pills finally came.
"I'm very happy to come to this link, not to talk nonsense, and start the auction of the first barrier-breaking pill."
"I have one hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones!"
Everyone was shocked and looked at the person who was speaking, it was Xu Shengtian.
In the Wuyuan Continent, the exchange ratio of spirit stones between each grade is 100:1. Xu Shengtian produced one hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones, which is 10 million when converted into lower-grade spirit stones, but this is only in proportion, but if You go to a shop to get a lower-level spirit stone to exchange for a higher-level spirit stone, it is impossible to exchange it. Because the equivalent lower-level spirit stones cannot be turned into high-level through smelting, unless the person takes out the equivalent high-level spirit stones.
If two people buy the same thing with spirit stones of different grades and the same value, then the seller will definitely choose a buyer with a higher grade, which means that it is not explicit.
"One hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones." Yang Fan said nonchalantly. He didn't care about the fact that he didn't even have a middle-grade spirit stone.
"Bao Barrier Pill? It's nothing more than rumor, Zhenxi Palace does not need it."
Yang Guangyi curled his mouth and sneered at the people who were scrambling wildly outside.
As the only child of a king with a different surname in the tenth-level power empire, there are naturally a lot of treasures in the family. Although it is a sixth-rank super barrier-breaking pill, it is nothing to the little prince of Zhenxi. , But he’s here today for the finale. If you can spend less, you can spend less.
"One hundred twenty thousand!!!" Xu Shengtian's eyes were about to split, and his fierce eyes seemed to be able to kill Yang Fan.
"Congratulations, Master Xu."
The sound of Yang Fan's laughter made Xu Shengtian, who was already angry, even more irritated, and his words also showed that this round of barrier-breaking pills had been given to Xu Shengtian.
"Congratulations, Young Master Xu, for winning this time."
The host hit the hammer hard and said.
The corner of Xu Shengtian's mouth raised, and his eyes swept across Yang Fan's box inadvertently.
An hour later.
"I'm sorry, only the last lot is left here. I think everyone has taken a high-grade pill, which is not of much value for a broken picture. After all, you have to collect seven."
Those in the audience who photographed the pills made by Yang Fan were all complacent. As the host said, a broken picture is nothing compared to a pill of strength value.
"This dilapidated picture records the approximate location of the secret realm. As for what is in it, I don't know if there is any danger. Therefore, the bottom price of this dilapidated picture is 7 million low-grade spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 100,000."
"Ten million inferior spirit stones."
As soon as the host's voice fell, Yang Guangyi's voice came from the box on the second floor.
"hiss."
Everyone took a deep breath. Someone actually increased the price by 3 million at the beginning. Is it because the wind blows his money?
"Interesting." Yang Fan said lightly, "Eleven million."
Huh, everyone looked at the box where Yang Fan was.
"Is this person crazy? This little Wang Ye raises the price by 3 million in one breath to convey a meaning to everyone."
"What do you mean?" a young and ignorant girl asked softly.
"It means ‘this broken picture is about to be finalized.’"
"It seems that someone doesn't give this king face."
Yang Guangyi's tone is ordinary, not angry at all, but people who are familiar with his character don't think so. Often the calmer Yang Guangyi's tone is, the more serious things will follow.
"Fifteen million." Yang Guangyi's eyes were piercing, and the golden light flickered in his eyes.
"Fifteen and one hundred thousand."
Yang Fan closed his eyes tightly, picked up the snack on the table, threw it away, bit his mouth, swallowed his throat, and a clear stream surged from his body.
"Asshole!!!"
Yang Guangyi's palm was retaken on the stone table, and the stone table was instantly turned into powder.
"Too much deception, is that person laughing at my lack of one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones in the Zhenxi Palace?"
"Young master calm down, according to the old slave's guess, this is just to anger you and spend several times more money."
An old man in a gray robe spoke.
"Humph!"
Yang Guangyi snorted coldly, and most of his anger disappeared.
"Master, why don't you just put this broken picture on him for some time, and then it will not belong to the master?"
Murdering and surrendering goods is common in Wuyuan Continent, even among the people of the same race, there are not a few people who play black hands for some treasures.
The old man meant that after Yang Fan left the Red Moon Chamber of Commerce, he would behead Yang Fan on the spot, and the remnant picture would naturally come to Yang Guangyi's hands.
"That's great."
The corners of Yang Guangyi's mouth rose up, looking at Yang Fan like a dead person.
How long has "Old Jiang served for my father"? "Yang Guangyi asked, changing his tone.
"It's almost five thousand years."
"Five thousand years. How old is Mr. Jiang now?"
"Not much, it will be 6,000 years old in two hundred years."
"So, didn't Mr. Jiang followed my father when he joined the army?" Yang Guangyi was a little surprised.
"To be precise, I followed before joining the army. At that time, I was only in the Qi refining period, and the prince was only in the middle stage of the foundation. At that time, I had just joined an unknown little school and was bullied. It was the prince who came forward. Helped me solve the problem. Later that sect was destroyed, and the prince and I survived by chance, and then followed the prince to join the army until now."
"It's no wonder that my father trusts Mr. Jiang more than me." If Yang Guangyi looked like nothing, he was a little jealous of Mr. Jiang in his heart.
As if sensing Yang Guangyi's inner thoughts, the old man smiled.
"The life of the old slave was taken back by the prince. In the heart of the old slave, the Zhenxi Palace is my second home. I can't help but go up to the sword and down the fire."
Yang Guangyi smiled, not speaking.
"Fifteen and one hundred thousand for the first time... the second time... the third time. The deal!"
The hammer fell, and the host's voice sounded, "Congratulations to the VIPs in Box 1."
"It's over, the people in that box are dead."
"Even the little prince Zhenxi dared to grab things. I bet that as long as that person leaves the Red Moon Merchant Guild, he will definitely die, and he is still the kind of dead body.
"I can't stop it, maybe the soul will be drawn out, and the soul will be scattered in the end, even reincarnation is impossible."
Yang Fan didn't pay much attention to the discussion of the people in the audience, it was just the short eyes of the clown.