The Yanlian Country, on the other hand, lives in the east, and is the hegemon of the Great 600 Kingdoms in general, like the Qianyuan Empire.

Zong Zhan is the great master of the Qianyuan Empire, and has made great achievements for the strength of the Qianyuan Empire, and he also has an identity, that is, the uncle of the current emperor of the Qianyuan Empire.

The Xuanyin Demon Palace had investigated this person and came to a very surprising conclusion.

He is not a disciple of any sect, but he got an adventure when he was a child, learned a very powerful Xuangong secret technique, and once accidentally ate a blood centipede that was about to turn into a human form, not only did not die, but his skill increased greatly, and it is said that he is already a strong man at the peak of the soul sky.

Wu Yingying had long known that there were several masters in the private room on the second floor, Zong Zhan was one of them, and there were several Soul Heaven Stage cultivators, but there were no Divine Tribulation Stage masters.

However, in the Great 600 countries, the strength of Zongzhan is first-class, no wonder the Qianyuan Empire can stand tall in the north, especially after decades of conquest, the country is still strong, among them, Zongzhan is indispensable.

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Zong Zhan's fame is still very famous among the 600 countries, especially Bai, who is different from ordinary people, and he has won the title of Bai Guoshi.

Therefore, as soon as Zong Zhan's voice came out, the originally quiet Qianxiang Pavilion became quieter, and even the private room on the second floor was silent.

The sons and daughters of those big families are not stupid people, and they will never offend the Qianyuan Empire for a woman.

Wu Yingying smiled slightly, he knew that he should make a move, since the others did not dare to fight with Zong, he would accompany this national teacher to make peace.

"A million pounds of gold. Wu Yingying was not in a hurry, and his slightly flat voice seemed to be more amazing than Zong Zhan's loud voice, and suddenly, a pair of eyes that were either surprised, jealous, or incredulous all gathered on Wu Yingying.

They wanted to see which person had eaten the courage of the ambitious leopard and dared to fight with the sect for a long time, was it really dead?

Wu Yingying has never seen any scenes, so many eyes gathered, he was calm, still leisurely drinking tea and eating snacks.

"Humph!"

Upstairs, there was a cold voice from Zong Zhan, as if he was angry when he saw someone who dared to challenge his authority.

"I don't know which family's disciple this son downstairs is? Can't you sell a certain face of the sect today?"

Everyone knows that the undefeated god of war of the Qianyuan Empire was angry, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak, for fear of angering Zong Zhan and dying in vain.

Meantime.

They also felt ridiculous about Wu Yingying's audacity, what kind of thing are you, a young man, who dares to fight with Zong, when he kills people, I'm afraid you haven't been born yet, I'm afraid that I don't know the horror of Zongzhan, that is a big demon with more than 10,000 blades, known as the first god of war in the north of Bai Shura.

"I'm just a cloth cloth, not a noble disciple, but since I am the one with the highest price, I have the courage to compete with the sect brother. ”

Wu Yingying took a sip of tea, and his smile was still the same.

"How daring!"

On the second floor, there was another person's roar, and at the same time, a sharp spear cut through the sky, rushed down from a room on the second floor, and went straight to Wu Yingying's chest and abdomen.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" Wu Yingying's eyes were cold, and he flicked his fingers, and the sharp spear seemed to be pulled by a great force, and it turned into invisible, and at the same time, there was a powerful force, following the direction of the spear's stabbing and devouring the past.

"Poof!"

In an extremely luxurious house, a middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his eyes dimmed, and vitality disappeared from him in a blink of an eye.

Behind the middle-aged man, there sat a white man who was as calm as a mountain and had a burly physique.

"Huh, it's kind of interesting, this kid is still a cultivator, well, since you want to compare who has money with this king, this king will play with you." ”

This white middle-aged man is naturally Zong Zhan, he is indifferent to the life and death of his subordinates, and there is a smile on his angular face.

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"Gold is a mundane thing, no amount of gold can compare to the smile of the dream butterfly girl, Zong Mou has a thousand night pearls, each night pearl is about one meter in diameter, enough to withstand a million catties of gold. ”

Just now, a sharp spear broke through the air, which only scared the boy in the hall enough, but after seeing Wu Yingying turn a spear into powder with an understatement, they all understood that this young man was not looking for death, but really had the strength to fight with Zong.

Everyone expected that Zong Zhan would be annoyed and angry, but they didn't expect him to 'give in', and then shouted a price.

This time, even the gold was omitted, and a thousand night pearls with a diameter of one meter were taken out, such a big stroke, even some disciples of the real family couldn't help but be surprised.

It is rumored that Zongzhan has had a lot of adventures, and he once got a treasure by chance, it seems that the rumors are true, otherwise there would not be so many night pearls, and they are all treasures.

Now, all the sons who watched the excitement pinned their hopes on Wu Yingying, hoping that he could also surprise everyone, and it would not cost thousands of taels of tickets in vain.

Wu Yingying smiled slightly, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "A thousand night pearls, the sect brother is really a big deal, but Jin Ping is like this, it is not enough to surrender and lose." ”

"I am willing to take a piece of 10,000-year-old black iron under the sea and use it to redeem the dream butterfly girl, this piece of dark iron has the two attributes of water and soil, and weighs about 200 catties. ”

As soon as Wu Yingying's voice fell, Zong Zhan, who was located in the elegant room, changed his face suddenly, and a violent murderous aura emerged from him, and two cold killing intent shot out of his eyes.

This young man is really unbelievable!

The 10,000-year-old Xuantie under the sea is still of two attributes, which is of course much more valuable than a thousand night pearls, especially the knowledgeable son, who couldn't help but gasp and sighed secretly: What is the origin of this person, such a treasure can be taken out at will.

Although, in the world of different cultivators, a mere 10,000-year-old cold iron is nothing, but in a secular country, a piece of 10,000-year-old cold iron is enough for a family to exhaust all their wealth to buy.

"Hmm? Ten Thousand Years of Cold Iron? What is that, is it worth more than the Night Pearl? Or is this kid out of money and deliberately took out a broken thing?"

The idler, who didn't know the truth, couldn't help but mutter.

Most of the people standing at the door didn't understand what the Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron was worthy, but in this room, there were still the majority of knowledgeable people, and when they heard the words, their faces changed.

The auctioneer of Jinfeng Auction House obviously has a lot of knowledge, and after hearing the 10,000-year-old cold iron in Wu Yingying's mouth, a trace of surprise flashed on his fat face.

However, he had also auctioned many precious items, and in a blink of an eye, he stabilized his mind and raised his voice: "Ten thousand years of cold iron, worth 100 million catties of gold, is higher than a thousand night pearls. ”

100 million catties of gold, this is just a conservative number.

"Wow!"

The crowd was boiling, especially the men who were watching the play, and they opened their mouths wide and looked at Wu Yingying in disbelief.

Zhuang Mengdie is certainly beautiful, although it is a beautiful country, and it is worth so much money? 100 million catties of gold, this is enough to buy a piece of land, become a lord by yourself, and live a dictatorial life, it is not much more comfortable than buying a woman.

Rich!

What a rich man.

Many people are secretly sighing: these rich people really don't know what to think, if Lao Tzu has so much money, he will buy hundreds of girls who are like flowers and jade, and be happy every day, which is much better than just enjoying Zhuang Mengdie.

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Wu Yingying shouted such a sky-high price, and Zong Zhan on the second floor was also silent, he might be able to take out items that are more valuable than the 10,000-year-old cold iron, but he is considering whether it is worth it.

For the sake of a woman, spending so much money, Zong Zhan is a little reluctant, and he still has a vicious mind now, as long as he secretly kills that young man afterwards, Zhuang Mengdie is still his own.

So, he didn't say anything more.

When the auctioneer asked three times as usual, Zong Zhan still didn't say anything, and everyone knew that this extravagant auction was over.

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"Congratulations, this son. The old bustard came out of nowhere, with a professional smile on his face, and said with a smile.

Her eyes were a little complicated, because she couldn't see through the depth of this young man, and from the fact that she easily blocked the surprise attack of the spear just now, it could be seen that this young man was by no means ordinary.

Wu Yingying smiled, looking very unconcerned: "Where to sign the contract?"