Chapter 252: Situ Changfeng's invitation
Shen Ge, known as the head of the world's sects, is rich enough to rival the country. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This point, Yang Qian, who was the young master of the Divine Pavilion in his previous life, couldn't be clearer.
To take a picture of the tears of the sea god, with the financial resources of the god pavilion, it can be said that it is very easy, and you don't even have to blink your eyes.
Moreover, the Divine Pavilion has a very high prestige among many sects, as long as the Divine Pavilion is determined to take a picture of the Seagod's Tears, I am afraid that there are not many people who dare to compete with the Divine Pavilion.
After all, no matter who it was, no matter which sect it was, they didn't want to offend the giant of the Divine Pavilion.
However, why didn't the Divine Pavilion make a bid?
It's weird at that.
Yang Qian thought for a while, looked at Qian Cheng and said suspiciously: "Maybe they have some other plans, after all, there is a last auction tomorrow, and they want to keep the funds for the last lot......
Yang Qian spoke his mind.
Qian Cheng sighed slightly, glanced at Yang Qian with some appreciation, and said, "This is also one of the reasons, but it doesn't stop there. ”
"More than that?" Yang Qian wondered.
"With the financial resources of the Divine Pavilion, it is not a problem to photograph the Tears of the Sea God and the finale of tomorrow at the same time, but the Divine Pavilion has not done so, why is this?" Qian Cheng said.
Yang Qian thought about it for a long time, and finally shook his head.
"There is only one possibility, and that is that the Divine Pavilion already knows what the final lot will be. And that thing has completely attracted them more than the Tears of the Sea God...... Moreover, this item has been given to the Divine Pavilion. Qian Cheng said.
Hearing this, Yang Qian was shocked and asked, "What is it that attracts the attention of the Divine Pavilion more than the Seagod's Tears?" What does it mean to be blackened in the Divine Pavilion? ”
Qian Cheng pondered for a while and said, "I don't know what the final lot is. However, there have been some rumors recently that the Jiannan auction house has a hot potato, and I have to rush to make a move......"
Qian Cheng was about to say more, when suddenly a voice rang out in the entire auction hall, which suddenly made Qian Cheng stop abruptly.
"Two million gold!" A white-bearded old man in Wanjianmen suddenly gave a ridiculously high price.
Suddenly, the audience fell silent.
After a long time, Su Yafang asked, "Elder Mei of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate bid two million gold, is there anyone else who offers a better price?" ”
The audience was still silent!
Yang Qian's gaze swept across the VIP seats in the auction hall, although everyone was still fanatical about the Seagod's Tears, no one dared to raise the price again. Suddenly, everyone looked around to see if anyone offered a better price.
Yang Qian's gaze couldn't help but fall on the Divine Pavilion Elder Situ Changfeng in the end. I saw that he was whispering something to Zhou Ting, and he didn't pay any attention to the tears of the sea god.
"Sure enough, he won't participate in the bidding?" Yang Qian muttered to himself in his heart. It wasn't until Su Ya's hammer sound settled that Yang Qian became extremely sure.
Retracted his gaze and looked at Qian Cheng, who was also looking at him at this time.
When the two met their eyes, Qian Cheng just nodded slightly, and quickly looked away.
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The second auction came to an end at the moment when the Tears of the Sea God was auctioned for two million gold at the Ten Thousand Swords Gate.
After Su Ya announced the end of the auction, the crowd gradually dispersed in the heated discussion.
Yang Qian and his party also followed the crowd and slowly walked towards the exit passage.
However, just as Yang Qian walked in front of Situ Changtian, Situ Changtian suddenly sighed, and then two eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything stared at Yang Qian.
Being stared at by those eyes, Yang Qian's body shook suddenly, and he said in his heart: "Could it be that he found something?" ”
Yang Qian's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and his heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest. But soon, Yang Qian calmed down, and told himself in his heart, what is there to worry about, after being reborn, my appearance has changed greatly, and I am no longer the same Yang Qian as before. What can the old ghost Situ see?
Thinking of this, Yang Qian's mood calmed down a lot.
Qiang walked calmly in front of Situ Changfeng.
However, Yang Qian had only taken a few steps when he suddenly felt that his shoulders sank, but a palm was on his shoulder.
Yang Qian's body shook again, and his feet stopped.
At this moment, he almost felt suffocated!
He turned his head slightly, but found that it was Situ Changfeng's hand on his shoulder.
"What is he going to do?" Yang Qian's heart trembled, and his heart was full of worry. But he knew that at this moment, he had to be calm. Even if Situ Changfeng really saw something, he had to be calm.
"Dear Elder Situ, is there something wrong?" Yang Qian turned around and showed due respect in front of Situ Changfeng.
Although he hated Situ Changfeng, before he became stronger, he had to suppress the hatred in his heart.
Because this is a world where martial arts are respected, and it is also a cruel world.
Seeing Yang Qian turn around, Situ Changfeng suddenly smiled.
He placed the palm on Yang Qian's shoulder, and then a coercion like a substance directly enveloped Yang Qian.
Yang Qian snorted, and suddenly felt a thousand catties of weight on his body, which made him breathless. Even the spiritual power resists.
Despite this, under this coercion, Yang Qian's body still trembled.
The coercion alone made Yang Qian a little unbearable, which showed how terrifying Situ Changfeng's cultivation was.
This also made Yang Qian realize once again that in order to avenge the killing of his father, his cultivation was far from enough.
I don't know how long it took, Situ Changfeng Fang withdrew the terrifying coercion, glanced at Yang Qian and asked, "How old are you?" ”
Situ Changfeng's question made Yang Qian feel a little inexplicable, and although he was a little hesitant, he still answered the question.
"Sixteen." Yang Qian's answer was very brief.
"Sixteen years old," Elder Situ smiled, glanced at Yang Qian again, and said, "It's really not easy to have the current cultivation, but there is a teacher?" ”
"Yes." Yang Qian replied.
"Well, that's good. Outstanding talent, polish it well, and your achievements will not be low in the future. I don't know if I have the intention to develop in the Divine Pavilion? Situ Changfeng smiled.
Hearing this, not only Yang Qian's face changed slightly, but even the father and son of the Qian family on the side, the thin old man, Qingluo and others were also shocked.
This is the Divine Pavilion trying to win over Yang Qian!
Being able to worship the Divine Pavilion of the No. 1 Sect today is what all martial arts cultivators dream of. The Divine Pavilion has a large number of cultivation resources, and if you can join it, the future is limitless.
Such a good opportunity, placed in front of anyone, is impossible to miss.
However, Yang Qian was unmoved.
"Thank you very much for Elder Situ's kindness, but since I have entered the sect to which I belong, I should be loyal." Saying that, Yang Qian saluted, said goodbye, and turned to leave.
As soon as Yang Qian took two steps, Situ Changfeng suddenly stopped him.
"Wait a minute, young people are in a hurry." As he spoke, Situ Changfeng had already walked to Yang Qian's side, handed a piece of jade pendant to Yang Qian, and said, "You are thinking about it carefully, and if you have figured it out, you can go to the Divine Pavilion to find me at any time." This is my personal token. ”
Yang Qian took the jade pendant, nodded, and quickly walked towards the exit.
He didn't want to stay in front of Situ Changfeng for a long time, and after a long time, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't show the slightest flaw.