Box No. 1, which could have accommodated dozens of people, is now only one person here. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was sitting in the center of the box, his long fiery red hair was left behind, almost hitting the ground down the back of the chair. With his feet high in front of the table, a pair of sharp eyes looked out of the window indifferently, and for a long time, a few words came out of his mouth.

"That guy in the sky, will you still call down?" There was a little doubt in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sweep to the side.

With this sentence alone, we can know that Yan Potian doesn't know the bottom line of the firmament's bidding, otherwise there is no need to think about whether the firmament will continue to bid, just prepare to collect the loot, but this loot is really precious.

Yan Potian's funds are not endless, "The bottom line is 20 million gold coins, I hope that old guy Cang Yunhe, don't be so generous, give that guy in the sky more money to squander, otherwise, I will really be a little unsustainable!" Yan Potian muttered in a low voice.

Hearing this fifteen million bid, on the central stage, even an old and steady person like Yan Hong couldn't help but show surprise on his face: "How long has the young master been secretly preparing, and what is the use of taking these ten Gathering Divine Pills?" Yan Hong couldn't help but think. The previous 12 million gold coins had already surprised Yan Hong a little, but now seeing Yan Potian directly raise the fifteen million reported by 2 million, Yan Hong's heart really began to be a little unbearable.

Because judging from Yan Potian's tone alone, it seems that this fifteen million is far from his bottom line.

"But even if you ask the young master, I'm afraid you won't answer!" Yan Hong thought about it, and still gave up the plan to ask Yan Potian in his heart. Not because of anything, based on Yan Potian's understanding of Yan Potian, he didn't think that Yan Potian would inform the Yan family of the purpose of his move. If you want to tell, you have already told it, since you hide it, unless you pry Yan Potian's mouth open, even if Yan Hui asks in person, Yan Potian will definitely ignore it, this is Yan Potian.

Therefore, glancing at the location of the No. 1 box, Yan Hong came back to his senses and opened his mouth: "Fifteen million, the guests of the No. 1 box actually bid fifteen million to bid for these ten Gathering Divine Pills, this will probably be the most expensive ten Gathering Divine Pills ever, right? It shouldn't be there, after all, this price is already a little too terrifying, and I have to advise all the guests, but don't be impulsive and waste money!" Yan Hong gave up thinking about these things and continued to preside.

However, the cultivators in the audience had different opinions on Yan Hong's words.

"It's already been shouted at this kind of price, and there is really no need to continue bidding! If you have to continue bidding, you will only lose all your money when the time comes! No, it is already a loss now. One of the cultivators shook his head, disapproving of the continued bidding.

"Don't continue bidding? That can't be said, the people in box eight just now can say that he is going to decide this thing! If this sentence is just a fart, then it's okay, anyway, not many people can guess what kind of big force is in box eight, even if you lose face, it's nothing!" a cultivator glanced at box eight and said with some mockery.

"It should continue, unless there is not enough funds! Originally, it was carried out to this extent, it was already purely for the sake of fighting for a breath, otherwise these ten Gathering Divine Pills would have been finalized at eight or nine million, and they would not be competed to such a terrifying price!" A cultivator did not think that the auction would end there, and his tone was very determined.

"Do you say that the people in the No. 8 box will continue?" Hearing the heated arguments of the cultivators around him, Wang Ruochen couldn't help but turn his head and ask the opinions of Fengchen and the others: "I think they should give up, otherwise it would be too irrational!"

"Reasonable, if you were sensible, you wouldn't have been inflated by them to this extent in the first place!" Leng Tomb sneered.

"Yan Potian's side is estimated to be imperative, the people in the eighth box, although they must be auctioned off, it may be just a means. And the question to consider is how much money they have left? Is there enough money for the next auction? After all, the figure of fifteen million is an astronomical amount for us, and for the major forces in Yanlun City, I'm afraid it's not small!

"So I think they will continue to bid unless they don't have enough money! After all, the words have already been spoken, and if they just give up, wouldn't it be shameful to laugh?" Leng Tomb also immediately expressed his opinion.

"It's embarrassing, no, no one knows their identities anyway, even if they can't be auctioned, it's nothing, right?" Wang Ruochen didn't agree with Leng Tomb's statement, and expressed his opinion.

"Please, eldest sister, we don't know who they are, most of the cultivators here don't know who they are, it's impossible that no one in the entire venue knows who they are, right? There are a total of eight forces in the eight boxes, and if you eliminate them one by one, you can quickly guess who the people in the eight boxes are, and when the time comes, it will naturally spread out, and it is impossible to hide them at all!" Leng Tomb explained.

This is also the first time that Leng Tomb has come to Yanlun City, and he is not familiar enough with various forces. Otherwise, now Leng Tomb can directly tell Wang Ruochen that the people in the No. 8 box belong to which force. Even, even how many people are in the box, who the leader is, and even the bottom line of the price they can give, can be guessed clearly.

"Okay, even if you're right, but now it seems that the people in Box No. 8 don't want to continue bidding!"

In the noise of the cultivators, dozens of seconds passed again, but there was still no sound in the No. 8 box, and there was an atmosphere that had given up on continuing the bidding, making the cultivators involuntarily close their mouths and wait for the final result.

They weren't 100% sure of the people in box eight, so they really gave up the bid. After all, there was a time before when in the last few seconds, the person in box eight quoted again and threw out such a cruel word. Although this cruel word was just thrown out, it was immediately slapped in the face by the Yan Po of the No. 1 box, so that it has disappeared now.

But as long as there is still the slightest possibility, the cultivators are looking forward to seeing a higher price confrontation.

However... Time passed minute by minute, and even the entire venue was silent as if dead, and Box No. 8 still did not move, until that familiar voice sounded, which broke the somewhat terrifying silence.

"It seems that no other guests are interested in these ten Gathering Divine Pills, so that the old man can rest assured, if there are other guests bidding for these ten Gathering Divine Pills at a higher price, the old man will probably have demons and be uneasy because of this!"

Seeing that no one else made an offer, and the time was nearing the end, Yan Hong finally stood up and continued to preside.

"Finally, let's make sure, are there any other guests who are interested in the ten Gathering Pills and are willing to bid at a higher price?" Yan Hong finally confirmed, and at the same time his gaze was deflected, looking up at the No. 8 box next to the No. 1 box.

At the same time, listening to Yan Hong's voice, the cultivators in the venue raised their heads almost at the same time, and focused their eyes on the No. 8 box that had once promised to set these ten Gathering Divine Pills, but was now silent.

"Will you still bid?" "Probably won't bid?" "Keep bidding!" "Don't bid, right?" All kinds of thoughts filled each cultivator's mind, and with the appearance of a voice, they were completely swept out of their minds.

"Since no other guests are willing to pay a higher price, then I announce that these three hundred and sixty-six auction items, ten Gathering God Pills, will be sold for the guests in Box No. 1 at a price of fifteen million!"

With Yan Hong's relieved presiding speech, the ten Gathering Divine Pills worth fifteen million finally had a home at this moment.

And after hearing Yan Hong's announcement that the ten Gathering Pills would finally be returned to Box No. 1, the cultivators couldn't help but retract their somewhat disappointed eyes: the people in Box No. 8 still didn't get up in the end and gave up the auction.

"Cut, the words are so good, but as a result, it's not like I've given up, it's really spineless!" a cultivator couldn't help but scold.

"It seems that there should be no more funds, even if it is a big force, after all, it does not have infinite wealth!" said a cultivator with some emotion as I expected.

"Even if it doesn't continue, this fifteen million is scary enough! I really don't know who the people in Box No. 1 are, and which force is going to spend so much money to auction these ten Gathering Pills!"

And at the same time, in the No. 1 box, after hearing that the ten Gathering Pills were traded with him, Yan Potian's face couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise: "It seems, that guy in the sky, he really has no money! Could it be, this fifteen million is his bottom line price? Haha, if it is really that, it will be funny, according to that guy's character, maybe he has to wonder if his subordinates have betrayed him!" Yan Potian said with some schadenfreude, and began to fantasize about the scene of Box No. 8 at this moment in his mind.

"However, fifteen million gold coins to buy these ten Gathering Pills is really a bit expensive, although I planned to use all of them at the beginning, but if I can have some left, it will still be good! In this case, the rest of the money must be spent well, and try to get all the necessary things!" After fantasizing for a while, Yan Potian began to feel a little painful about his fifteen million expenses. Even if there are still a lot of gold coins left, it will be somewhat distressing to spend so much at once.

"The time is almost up, all the conditions have been met, and the next step is to be fully prepared for this once-in-a-decade moment. This time, I hope I can go to the end and grab everything that belongs to me, all in my hands!"

The voice quietly echoed in the No. 1 box, full of expectation and determination, lingering in Yan Potian's ears.

"Ah, this thing has finally been auctioned off, fifteen million, it seems that those people in Box Eight really don't have enough funds!" As if relieved, Leng Tomb stretched out his waist and said with a yawn.

"Yes, it's finally over, but we've been sitting here for three or four hours, and we're so tired! It's a pity that we can't leave yet, and we have to wait for a dozen more auctions before we can start bidding on the final materials and props. And if you want to leave, you have to wait until all the auction items are over before you can leave, really!" seemed to be infected by the cold tomb, and Fengchen also looked sleepy, which provoked Zi Xuanying on the side to massage Fengchen's head.

"I really envy you, brother Fengchen, you can still have a massage when you are tired!" After seeing the cold tomb on the side, he said with some envy.

"Envy?" Enjoying Zi Xuanying's massage, Feng Chen glanced at the cold tomb a little lightly.

"Yes, envy, or Brother Fengchen, you can also talk to Sister Ying'er, let her," Leng Tomb glanced at Zi Xuanying, and said to Fengchen with a flattering smile on his face, looking like a dog's leg, looking at Fengchen with a burst of amusement.

Knowing what Leng Tomb wanted to express, Fengchen snorted coldly and flatly refused: "Don't think about this, don't say that Ying'er is unwilling, even if Ying'er is willing, I can't enjoy it myself, and I will give it back to you?"

"Brother Fengchen, it's wrong for you to be like this, you are all companions of a mercenary group, there are good things that should be shared by everyone, how can you monopolize it by yourself?" Seeing Fengchen's stern refusal, Leng Tomb was not discouraged, and educated Fengchen.

"I'm too lazy to talk so much nonsense with you, yes, yes, Ying'er uses a little more force, yes, that's it!" Faced with Leng Tomb's righteous words, Fengchen directly chose to ignore it and began to interact with Zi Xuanying.

Seeing that Fengchen didn't dump himself directly, Leng Tomb suddenly had no tricks. After all, it was impossible for him to directly force Zi Xuanying to come over to help him massage, so he had to say stupidly: "If you don't share, don't share, count me wrong, Brother Fengchen!"

After speaking, he turned his head and continued to look at Yan Hong on the central stage, listening to him continue to preside over the auction.

"If you see it wrong, you see it wrong, and it seems that if you see it right, it will do me any good!" Fengchen complained to himself, stretched out his hand and grabbed Zi Xuanying's pair of small hands, signaling that he didn't need to continue: "Okay Ying'er, don't press it anymore, I'm already very energetic, if I continue to press it, I'm afraid that if you are Brother Leng, he will die of envy!"

The cold tomb on the side continued to look at the stage without saying a word, as if he hadn't heard this sentence at all.

It's also thanks to Leng Tomb that he didn't turn his head, if he turns his head, he will inevitably suffer another blow.

It turned out that after Fengchen finished saying those words to Zi Xuanying, signaling Zi Xuanying that she didn't need to continue pressing, Zi Xuanying's pink little face suddenly showed an expression that could directly make Leng Tomb angry.

"Who cares if he dies or not!" With a hint of disdain, he pursed a pair of lovely pink lips, and Zi Xuanying's face showed such an expression, which made Fengchen helpless for a while.

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