Chapter 461: Gun Intent in the Sword
Yu Luomei was stunned, and her breathing became rapid.
"Fan Yu, are you crazy? 40,000 yuan coins, where did you get so much money?"
With that, she wanted to poke her head out and repent on his behalf.
Fan Yu grabbed the girl's lotus-like pink arm, and hurriedly covered her mouth.
He smiled and said: "What about 40,000 yuan coins? The sky and the earth are big, and I am the most happy, I, Fan Yu, am willing to spend this money to buy it and give it to Miss Yu, no one cares." β
Yu Luoqiao's face turned crimson, pushed Fan Yu away, and said dumbfounded: "You mean...... You bought it for me?"
Fan Yu said angrily: "That's not it? I'm a big man, why do I buy this kind of pink umbrella source?
Yu Luoqiao's face turned even redder, and she wanted to speak again.
Fan Yu smiled: "Okay, okay, Miss Yu is the one who saved my life, isn't my life worth this money?"
"Moreover, in front of so many people, where is the reason to regret it?"
Yuluo's eyes were swirling, he pursed his lips, lowered his head and didn't speak, and he didn't know what he was feeling in his heart.
Inside the main hall.
The pot has exploded.
Forty thousand yuan coins, although it is indeed a lot, but it has not yet reached the point of causing such a sensation.
The main reason is that Fan Yu's way of bidding, this kind of generosity, is really terrifying.
It's like telling everyone unabashedly: I'm just stupid and have a lot of money, what can you do with me?
"If you have money, you can really do whatever you want......"
At least ninety percent of the people in the hall sighed in their hearts.
Even in the rest of the private rooms, those who can be regarded as distinguished and prominent guests with their status and status, can't help but speculate in secret, what is the identity and origin of this person?
However, there was a talisman array to cover it, and they couldn't see the scene behind the window at all.
On the high platform, Ding Xiaoyun coughed lightly and waved his hand to stop the restlessness in the hall.
"This son of the fourth room of A, bid 40,000 yuan coins, is there anything higher than him? If not, this Luoying umbrella will belong to him!"
After saying this, everyone looked at the old man who had made the bid before.
The old man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sat down very simply.
40,000 yuan coins is already beyond the value of this umbrella.
And for the sake of a human-level top-grade source device, offending a big man in the A-shaped room, no matter how you look at it, it's not a good deal.
In less than a cup of tea, the Chamber of Commerce sent someone to send this Luoying umbrella over, and after being accepted by Yuluo, it was carefully included in the space bag.
Her pretty face is crimson, and her eyes are full of bright and beautiful scenery, which is very attractive.
Yuluo bit his lip and said, "Stinky boy, this time...... Thank you this time, but the ugly words are ahead, and you are not allowed to spend money so indiscriminately in the future!"
Fan Yu nodded like pounding garlic, "Okay, okay, Miss Yu's words, I am naturally obedient." β
When Yuluo heard this, he smiled.
It is like thousands of roses blooming in the evening breeze, and it is extremely gorgeous.
With Fan Yu's bid, the already hot atmosphere on the field continued to heat up again.
And the source weapon that appeared next is also becoming more and more advanced, although there are still no earth-level treasures in the world, there are also many real boutiques.
In the private room of the B number, some people have already begun to shoot one after another.
But except for Fan Yu, those distinguished guests with a number A are still holding back and are in the wait-and-see position.
Obviously, they are all aiming for the real treasures in the back.
In the room, Yuluo's body was full of brilliance, and she was already refining and recognizing the master of this source weapon that had just arrived according to the method of sacrifice and refining that Fan Yu taught her.
Fan Yu's eyes drooped, as if he was asleep.
After a closer look, he found that in his eyes, sometimes the light flowed, sometimes the pupils contracted, and sometimes the pain was extreme.
At this juncture, he was actually using the Chaos Mill Disc to refine and improve his soul power!
Respectable, terrible.
I have to say that just by virtue of this level of hard work, even if Fan Yu does not have the help of the Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale in this life, it is enough to crush most of the martial arts Tianjiao in this world.
ββWith the low level of effort of most people, it is simply impossible to reach the point where you need to fight for talent and chance.
After a cup of tea.
After being crushed ten times in a row, and experiencing ten cycles of life and death, Fan Yu's soul also faintly reached the limit, stopping this torturous cultivation.
He rubbed his eyes and looked intently.
At the venue, there were finally sporadic earth-level heavy treasures appearing, in addition to the common offensive source soldiers, there were also various mysterious source weapons appearing.
Every piece taken out, it immediately attracted everyone to scramble, you sing, we take the stage.
One of them can mobilize the source power of heaven and earth and summon the ice blue beads of the wild storm, and even Fan Yu almost couldn't help but make a move.
However, when the price soared to 100,000 yuan, he immediately gave up on this idea.
Now that the Cangyun Sword has been destroyed, the Linyuan Sword that cannot be used easily can only be used as his sword, so he must also find a flying sword for himself that he can really handle.
In addition, other primary defense and secondary effects must also be added.
Two high-quality robes are also an absolute must-have.
And this is just the first auction.
When I thought of the next two games, whether it was the heavenly and earthly treasures to improve cultivation, or the demonic beast essence blood used to draw talismans, many materials were all a lot of expenses.
Fan Yu's head suddenly became as big as a big one.
"I have more than 2,000 source crystals, why do you suddenly feel ...... Doesn't that seem to be enough?"
He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, "Martial arts cultivation, wealth and law, money, this thing really has to be more and better, it seems that after this time, a large number of talisman seals will be refined to sell." β
At this moment, Ding Xiaoyun's face turned grim, and he clapped his hands gently.
The uproar and agitation of the audience immediately quieted down.
In the main hall, the lights were brighter, and the torches on the walls were burning more and more violently.
Everyone held their breath.
The real highlight is here.
Ding Xiaoyun said: "Everyone, the next auction is the first heavy treasure among the ten finale treasures of this auction!"
After saying this, he made a big move, rolled up a golden box in the hand of the attendant, and placed it in front of him.
The moment the box slowly opened-
A formidable sword intent shot out like a gushing spring, which actually made the eyes of the martial artists present painful, and they couldn't look at it directly!
It was a sword that was almost transparent, as pure as glass.
The sword is sharp, the sword body is narrow and long, and the light lines on the body are flashing, dazzling and extraordinary.
What's even more strange is that under the illumination of the light, this sword actually flows like water waves.
"Good sword!"
Some people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.
Ding Xiaoyun's face showed a hint of pride, and said: "This sword is Ding's senior brother, Wu Gouzi personally cast, the sword is famous, the ground level is of medium grade, and the starting price is 100,000 yuan coins!"
No more clarification and explanation is needed.
ββThe two sentences of "cast by Wu Gouzi" and "middle grade of the ground" are enough to explain everything!
Fan Yu's eyes lit up.
Even he had to admit that among the earth-level source soldiers, this streamer sword was definitely a rare masterpiece.
So he made a bid.
"I'll pay 200,000 for this sword!"
"It's him!"
"My God, it's this son in room A and No. 4 again, and it's this kind of bidding method that doubles directly as soon as he makes a move!"
"Could it be that this person has a mine at home?"
The exclamations in the hall were like waves, and wave after wave.
Ding Xiaoyun's face had changed, and the corners of his mouth and eyes twitched.
It's just that kind of surprise mixed face.
Although this streamer sword is not his, after the Chamber of Commerce sells it, there is a certain commission.
As the vice president of the Yunshui Chamber of Commerce, he naturally hopes to sell it as high as possible.
Yuluo had just finished refining the Luoying umbrella, and when he heard Fan Yu's words, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Two-two-two...... 200,000 Fan Yu, you're not scaring me, are you?"
Her face was so red that she couldn't even speak.
This time, however, there was no smile on Fan Yu's face, and it was replaced by an unprecedented firmness.
He's not the kind of person who does everything.
But as long as it is the goal he identifies, he will never be easily shaken!
Fan Yu said lightly: "Don't worry, what I have is money, and I have to ask for this streamer sword today!"
Looking at the look and sharpness in Fan Yu's eyes, Yuluo gradually swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.
Although she didn't know where Fan Yu's money came from, since Fan Yu said so, she had no reason to be unconvinced.
This is the pride and momentum of being a generation of Fu ancestors!
After a brief exclamation, there was a long silence on the field.
It's eerily quiet.
Ding Xiaoyun coughed lightly twice, and said, "The son of the fourth room of Jia, bid 200,000 yuan coins, but anyone has a higher bid?"
Before the words fell, a chuckle without the slightest smoke sounded softly from the second room of Jia.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand, I want it. β
Fan Yu frowned slightly, and a faint killing intent rose in his heart.
It was not because this man dared to raise his price.
It is a very normal thing to bid against each other in the matter of auctions.
And Fan Yu is not the kind of person with a small amount of energy and a violent heart.
The reason why the killing intent pervaded his heart was because he heard this person's voice.
Not only him, but almost everyone heard that this seemingly elegant and light, but actually cold voice, came from the martial arts Tianjiao, who was known as the "two-faced gentleman".
ββThe young master of the Yanyu Building, there is no sound!
Many people's minds moved slightly, and a playful color appeared on their faces.
I don't know what interesting things will happen to this mysterious noble son after he meets this young master of Yanyu Tower?
Ding Xiaoyun looked in the direction where Fan Yu was, and although he didn't speak, his eyes had already expressed all the meaning.
Fan Yu said lightly: "300,000." β
There was an uproar.
300,000 yuan coins, if you don't count the means behind the Li family, it can almost be regarded as the entire output of other families in a year before Linyuan City.
But from Fan Yu's mouth, it seems to be just a meaningless number, and he said it so lightly.
In the hall, many people were short of breath, and a trace of cold sweat began to break out on their foreheads.
In room A and two, Yu Wuyin also clenched his hands, obviously feeling a lot of pressure.
- Pressure from money.
Only those who have experienced it first-hand can feel how terrifying this pressure is.
And no one can keep their composure under this pressure.
There is only one exception.
Fan Yu.
A mere 300,000 source coins, in the previous life, was just a consumption of one breath when Fan Yu was cultivating!
At this time, Ding Xiaoyun didn't need to draw any more snakes, he knew that if You Wuyin was willing to bid, he would naturally speak.
He couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic.
- Don't say that you are silent, even if your master, Du Yuntao, the owner of Yanyu Building, dares to grab things with an old monster in the bathing realm, it can really be said that he is tired!
But it is naturally impossible for Yu Wuyin to know what Ding Xiaoyun is thinking.
In the constant sighs, he was short of breath, and a ruthless color appeared on his originally elegant and delicate face.
Yu Wuyin gritted his teeth, "Three hundred and fifty thousand!"