"Sister!"

In the box where everyone from the Wushuang Sect was, a young girl held Yan Qingmei's hand tightly, looking at the myelin cleansing pill in Mu Xiaoyu's hand on the auction table, her beautiful little face was full of anticipation. ♀

"Qinghan, this myelin-washing pill^H is yours!" Yan lightly patted the girl's head lovingly and said softly.

"Thank you, sister, hehe!" the girl frowned and smiled happily, her eyes narrowed like a beautiful crescent moon.

"With this Purifying Pill, I can also become an inner disciple! Maybe soon, I can also become a personal disciple of the Wushuang Sect like my brothers and sisters!" Yan Qinghan thought happily.

In another box, next to an elderly Confucian with a clear appearance, a first-class martial artist in his twenties prayed, "Grandpa!"

"Good grandson, this myelin cleansing pill, grandpa will definitely take it for you, you can rest assured!" said the old Confucian with a smile.

"Thank you, grandpa!" said the young man with a smile.

"Hehe!" the old Confucian patted the young man on the shoulder, his face full of love.

"I just hope that the Duobao Daoist will not come to stir up! apart from him, when it comes to financial resources, who is my opponent of the Wuwei layman?" said the old Confucian in his heart.

......

Seeing that the first auction item was actually the Cleansing Pill, in the auction hall, many martial artists were thinking about things.

For a third-level martial artist, 100 million yuan stone is undoubtedly an astronomical amount, but for a real strong person, 100 million yuan stone is nothing.

Although such a strong person can no longer use this myelin cleansing pill, who does not have a few dearest and loved ones? Such an ancient elixir can be met but not sought, now that I have seen it today, where is the reason to let it go.

Mu Xiaoyu put the box on the auction table with a smile, opened his mouth lightly, and his voice overshadowed the noise in the hall: "Everyone, the reserve price is 100 million yuan, and the price increase is not less than one million yuan stone each time, and now you can increase the price!"

There was an instant silence in the hall, and no one spoke first. ♀ Everyone knows that this time the competition will be extremely fierce, and a few million yuan stones will not help at all.

Mu Xiaoyu smiled and was not in a hurry. Such a situation was completely expected by her.

After a moment of silence, in the box of the Wushuang Sect, a cold voice sounded: "Two hundred million stones!"

"Wow!" In the hall, there was a commotion, and everyone's eyes fell on Yan Qingmei's body. is worthy of being a personal disciple of the Wushuang Sect, and he is really wealthy, and he actually directly increased the price by 100 million yuan!

Yan snorted coldly, looking as usual. She is straightforward by nature and doesn't like to drag the mud and water, so she directly raises the price high and reduces some competitors who have no strength.

The price of 200 million yuan stone has shattered the dreams of many strong people. Only then did people really realize how powerful the financial resources of a third-level sect disciple were.

Yan Qingmei is not only a personal disciple of the Wushuang Sect, but her two elder brothers are also personal disciples of the Wushuang Sect. It is only natural that such a high price can be offered.

In the box, Lin Feng's face also changed.

"Two hundred million stones!"

After capturing the Badaomen, the Luoyun Sect monopolized the treasury of the Badaomen, plus plundered several subordinate sects of the Badaomen, and disposed of the net worth of the warriors of the Badaomen, and the Luoyun Sect also had a huge wealth. This time, Lin Feng left Golden Scale City, and he also brought more than half of the wealth of the Falling Cloud Sect.

Now he has more than 400 million yuan stones on his body. I thought that there was no pressure to take this myelin cleansing pill, but now, he felt very pressured.

This is just the beginning, and the price has been topped to 200 million stones. These people in Xiaozhou are really rich. What he carried was the wealth of a sect, and that Yan Qingmei was just a personal disciple.

For Ye Zi's sake, Lin Feng was willing to gamble everything, but if the price exceeded the wealth on his body, he couldn't do anything. After all, his strength is far from being strong here, even if he wants to kill people and seize treasures, he can't do it. ()

"It's already 200 million stones!" Mu Xiaoyu laughed lightly, "200 million stones, is there anything higher?"

A green-shirted scribe smiled and said, "Let's join in the fun!" I'll pay 300 million stones, and no matter how high it is, I won't come out!"

"!!!!!" Lin Feng's heart twitched violently. Is this still a person, people say that the price will be increased by at least one million yuan each time, and you will all increase it by 100 million and 100 million!

He also recognized the identity of the Tsing Yi scribe, this person's name is Xu Wenlang, a famous big in Xiaozhou, and he is also a sixth-level martial artist.

"Xu Wenlang, do you want to compete with me for this marrow cleansing pill?" Yan turned his head lightly and looked at the green-shirted scribe indifferently.

"Light eyebrows, I'm just making fun! This ancient marrow cleansing pill, 200 million yuan stone will definitely not be able to take it. Xu Wenlang smiled and said, "300 million yuan of stone is Xu's entire net worth! If he can take a picture of this myelin cleansing pill, Xu will definitely give it to Qingmei to express Xu's admiration for Qingmei." If you can't shoot it, you must always know Xu's intentions with light eyebrows. ”

Yan Qingmei listened, his face turned slightly, and he turned his head away and stopped talking.

"Sister, this Xu Wenlang really likes you!" Yan Qinghan winked at Yan Qingmei.

"These are like this. When I like you, I can't wait to give you my heart, but what about when I get it?hehe!" Yan smiled lightly.

300 million yuan stone is undoubtedly shattering the dreams of many people. In the auction hall, it slowly fell silent again.

"Treasure gift, Mr. Xu is worthy of being a great man in Xiaozhou!" Mu Xiaoyu covered his mouth and chuckled, "It's already 300 million yuan of stone, is there anything higher?"

"Thirty-eighty million, the old man wants it!" another voice rang out.

Everyone looked at it and saw that it was an elderly Confucian who opened his mouth, who was the famous Wuwei layman in Xiaozhou.

This Wuwei layman is also a sixth-level martial artist, and he is also a famous in Xiaozhou, and he is also a talisman master, although he does not belong to any sect, he is also very powerful.

"Sister!" Yan Qinghan couldn't laugh anymore, and took Yan Qingmei's hand and begged. From a first-level martial artist to a third-level martial artist, not only the strength is improved, but also longevity. How could she be willing to miss such an opportunity?

"Light cold, don't worry. Yan said softly.

Yan raised her eyebrows, and her beautiful little face was full of nervousness.

As soon as the Wuwei monk spoke, there was a sigh in the hall. This kind of price is no longer something that other people can participate in.

Mu Xiaoyu looked at the old Confucian and giggled and said: "Layman, you are both elegant like Mr. Xu, Miss Qingmei is a famous talented woman in Xiaozhou, not only is she powerful and noble, but she is also very accomplished in poetry and songs, and she has sung and made peace with two elegant scholars." I wonder if the layman took this myelin-washing pill and wanted to win a smile from the beauty like Mr. Xu?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes fell on the elderly Confucian student. Yan Qingmei also turned her head slightly, and there was a hint of expectation on her cold and beautiful face. But Xu Wenlang's face was a little unhappy.

The Wuwei monk smiled awkwardly at Yan Qingmei, and said softly: "The old man wants to get this myelin-washing pill this time, for my grandson. Now he is also a first-level martial artist, and this marrow cleansing pill is just right for him. ”

Yan Qingmei turned her head silently, and her face turned calm.

Mu Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "It seems that Xiaoyu is thinking too much." It's already 380 million, is there anything higher? If not, this pill will be owned by the layman!"

As he spoke, Mu Xiaoyu's eyes looked at Feng Xiao and Duobao Daoren, intentionally or unintentionally. If you can get a higher price, it must be these two people.

The iceman's face was still cold, and he didn't say anything about Mu Xiaoyu's hints, obviously he didn't plan to mix this elixir in the auction. Duobao Dao people ate the melons and fruits provided by the Vientiane Building in front of them, and when they saw Mu Xiaoyu looking over, they winked at Mu Xiaoyu with bad intentions.

Mu Xiaoyu felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly retracted his gaze and repeated: "380 million yuan stone, is there anything higher?"

Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "Four hundred million stones!"

In the auction hall, there was another exclamation.

"400 million yuan!" Mu Xiaoyu giggled, "Miss Qingmei is worthy of her reputation, and she really doesn't let her eyebrows." 400 million stones, is there anything higher?"

Wuwei Jushi looked at his grandson with an expectant face, and gritted his teeth vigorously: "Four hundred and fifty million!"

Yan stood up with light eyebrows and glared coldly at Wuwei Jushi.

Wuwei Jushi smiled embarrassedly, and said continuously: "Miss Qingmei, the old man really has no choice, this child is the old man's favorite, such an opportunity, the old man really can't miss it." ”

"What you said in the poem, are you lying to me?" Yan Qingmei asked.

“...... Miss Light Eyebrows, I really mean it. But I'm already old, for the sake of my grandson, so ......" Wuwei Jushi said embarrassedly.

Yan Qingmei's face was cold, and he sat down slowly.

"450 million! This is also the limit that the old man can come up with. If it's any higher, the old man won't want it!" Wuwei Jushi looked at Yan Qingmei's back and grinned.

"Is there anything higher?" Mu Xiaoyu's face bloomed with a smile, "450 million!

Lin Feng's heart was already twitching, and his eyes swept around the auction hall.

Feng Xiao and Duobao Daoren were still indifferent, Yan Qingmei's face was cold and he didn't say a word.

"If no one bids higher, then ......," Mu Xiaoyu said slowly.

"I'll give 470 million!" Lin Feng took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

470 million, this is all the wealth that Lin Feng has brought. For Ye Zi's sake, he doesn't care about anything, let alone wealth.

The only thing he feels now is that he is too poor. If you can have more wealth, why are you so embarrassed?

As Lin Feng spoke, everyone's eyes fell on Lin Feng. Looking at the pair of young men and women in the box, people's faces showed doubts.

Who are these two? A second-level martial artist and a third-level martial artist, actually carrying so much wealth with them?

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