Could it be that Mu Zifeng really gave up?

"Three million eight hundred thousand for the first time. Cen Qin copied the auction hammer in his hand again.

Huang Li Fanku's heart beat violently involuntarily, and blood suddenly surged onto his head. 10,000 alpacas rolled by in my heart.

"Three million eight hundred thousand for the second time. Cen Qin had already raised the auction hammer high.

Di Lifan closed his eyes in despair, as if he heard the laughter and scolding of the sect elders.

"It's over, it's all over. At the same time, his hatred for Mu Zifeng also soared to a new height. "If you dare to play with me, I'm not good, I'll kill you when I go out!"

"Hehehe," the ridicule of Wu Tiejian, the young mountain lord of Qinglong Mountain next door, was more like a heavy hammer, shattering all of Huang Li Fanku's self-confidence. The anger turned into the magic of his hands, and the armrests of the chair under his ass were instantly pinched into powder by him.

He clenched his back molars,

"Three million eight hundred and fifty thousand. ”

Just as she was plunged into the abyss of anger and loss, a calm voice rang out.

Did Mu Zifeng choose to give up?

The answer, of course, is no. It was not easy for him to come across a satisfactory Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum, how could he give up. He was taking advantage of the cool psychology of Huang Li Fan to torture him psychologically.

Although Mu Zifeng's voice was not loud, it was undoubtedly more beautiful than any fairy music in the world. He opened his eyes, and suddenly the blood rushed to the top of his head again. One stumbled, almost slipping out of the wide, armless chair.

"Big brother, it's not good to take people like this, if your heart is not good, you won't go directly to Demon Heaven!"

Cen Qin was also surprised by Mu Zifeng's performance, and said in his heart: "Didn't he give up?"

But she is definitely a competent host, and after being stunned for a moment, she immediately raised the auction hammer, "Three million eight hundred thousand for the first time, three million for the second time, and three million for the third time, the transaction!"

Mu Zifeng let out a sigh of relief.

He didn't know how relieved he was at this time, and even if he did, he didn't care, because his eyes were firmly locked on the demonic wind overlord chrysanthemum, just like a person who experienced a desert drought and suddenly discovered the water source on the oasis.

No one understands the importance of improving his strength better than himself. Not to mention that this Demon Sa City is surrounded by strong enemies, and the Demon King of the Xuan Demon Continent is rampant, just one Death Messenger Demon Yi can make people jealous like that, not to mention others.

He offended so many people, but he didn't regret it.

What is there to regret, the monk is fighting for his life with the sky, in this society where fists are respected, whoever has the biggest fist is the existence of truth, and now he has obtained the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum, which is one step closer to him refining the Wind Bead, which is unexpected.

What are you afraid of, what about dying? As a man, if he doesn't even dare to fight hard at a critical moment, then he is not worthy of being a man!

The auction continues.

Some of the lots that appeared during the period Mu Zifeng were also very hot-eyed, but he didn't make a move, such as the medium-grade elixir Asaro Soul Rejuvenation Pill, which was a pill specially used for spiritual power cultivation, which had the effect of improving spiritual power cultivation and shortening the spiritual power cultivation period.

As Elder Quan said, there are not many monks in the Xuan Demon Continent who cultivate spiritual power.

On the contrary, more than 95 percent of the people who cultivated the physical body. After all, the body of the Demon Realm cultivator is inherently strong, and he is also very handy in cultivation.

Although the exercises are different, ordinary people can cultivate the magic liquid, so as to improve their strength and advance to become a magician. Another reason is that in the Demon Realm, there are not many exercises for cultivating spiritual power, and it can be said that there are very few existences. Therefore, which sect has the practice of cultivating spiritual power, it is strictly protected like protecting the eyeballs, and if you are not a core disciple, you must never cultivate. This also indirectly led to the fact that the Demon Realm monks are generally simple-minded, well-developed limbs, and infinitely powerful, but the capacity of their brains is very small.

Only monks above the Demon King can cultivate their spiritual power as they grow older, but it is far less powerful than the spiritual power of the Terran monks in the Mangchuan Continent.

As a result, the Asaro Soul Returning Pill was photographed by a person in the VIP room who spent one and a half million lower grade magic crystals, listening to the voice, Mu Zifeng knew that that person was his "old friend" - Yu Wenbari, the elder of the Huang Li Sect.

"Lot 38 of the sale is a mysterious belt. ”

On the stage, although Cen Qin was a little tired, there was still a magic in his voice, although it was small but not floating.

This also gave Mu Zifeng a new understanding of the ninth-order magician, "Sure enough, the cultivation of the ninth-order demon is not covered." He asked himself, if it was himself standing on the stage, although the wind through the strong wind strengthened his body, he was not sure that he could still maintain such a look after standing for two hours.

The photographer asked, why is this belt mysterious? ”

"Shhhhhhh

"This Tianfang Lou is too unprofessional, and the lot that doesn't know what the role is dares to take it out for auction!"

"Damn, isn't this fooling? ”

"Nima, isn't it crazy to think about money!"

Several of the bidders couldn't help but complain.

"Although we don't know the function of this belt, this belt is invulnerable, and even a strong person at the level of a demon king cannot destroy it. Cen Qin talked eloquently, and did not show any impatient expression because of the questioning of the audience photographers.

"Can you be attacked by a demon king-level powerhouse without destroying it? The discussion in the audience buzzed like a headless fly.

In the auction world, there has always been no shortage of stories of missing things. It is said that a long time ago, a monk once spent 100,000 magic crystals to buy a small tripod that did not know the function, and later it was developed, and it was actually a high-grade magic treasure, with extremely strong defensive power, and it was rumored to be a good story for a while. As for the truth or falsity of the story, it is up to the benevolent to see the wise.

Moreover, the monks of the Demon Realm have the habit of gambling, so Tianfanglou launched the auction of this belt without blushing and heartbeat, which is to capture the hearts of the monks and gamblers, and the luck of picking up leaks, which can not be described as unprofessional.

"The reserve price of this belt is 500,000, and each increase must not be less than 10,000. ”

"What? A belt with unknown function dares to ask for 500,000 yuan? Does this Tianfang Lou treat everyone for stupidity?" Cen Qin's words stirred up a thousand waves.

"Zifeng, make a move!" A short sentence, four words, came from the mouth of Quan Lao.

"Out of ...... What did you do?" Mu Zifeng didn't react a little.

"If my guess is correct, that belt must have been left by you Terran monks, or the Great Power, and I have a vague feeling that the belt is very strange to you. ”

Quan Lao didn't explain too much. But just one sentence of what the human race left behind was enough to make Mu Zifeng's blood boil.

Yes, in the Demon Realm, there were not many Terrans, but in ancient times, any one they took out, it was not a high-minded, powerful existence, and the things they left behind, thinking with their eyes closed, would inevitably be helpful to the later Terran monks.

"Five hundred and one thousand. Mu Zifeng finally made a move.

The hustle and bustle of the audience was suddenly dumbfounded.

"What a fool!"

"Isn't that the Terran kid who offended Elder Demon Yi?"

"I can't say if I can see the sun tomorrow, and I dare to scream!"

"Five hundred and twenty thousand. Upstairs, in the VIP room, the relieved Huang Li Fanku came to the spirit again, as if he had completely forgotten the previous nervousness, and Fan Yicheng immediately understood.

"Another idiot. "The auctioneers are never stingy with sarcastic language.

Mu Zifeng heard Fan Yicheng's voice, frowned, and muttered: "It's really a special soul." ”

"Six hundred thousand. "He's still so light-hearted.

"Eight hundred thousand. Fan Yicheng smiled evilly, and said in his heart: "Hmph, stinky boy, you want to get it, don't let you bleed heavily, Ben Shao has been a fool all these years!"

"A million. Mu Zifeng's voice was still calm.

"One and a half million. Fan Yicheng felt like a strategizing general, "Play with me, play with you to death! Not only will it make you bleed profusely, but even your bones will make you pay for it." ”

"Congratulations, you've won!" Mu Zifeng looked up at the VIP room and stretched out his big finger.

"One hundred and sixteen...... What? What the hell?" Fan Yicheng habitually opened his mouth and wanted to ask for a price, but Mu Zifeng's words caught him off guard.

"Boom. The audience burst into laughter. Although they couldn't see the situation inside the VIP room, some people with sharp ears could still hear Fan Yicheng's voice, after all, that kid's hoarse voice like a eunuch was too recognizable.

"The Lord of the Earth Demon Gate Fan Shao Sect is mighty!" I don't know who took the lead in shouting, which caused the audience to burst into laughter, after all, although the Earth Demon Gate is powerful, it is still far from the height of the two mountains and the four major factions, and there are not many monks who are afraid of the Earth Demon Gate.

Patting a belt that I don't know what it does at a price more than three times is really lifting a stone and hitting myself in the foot, Fan Yicheng's embarrassment can be said to be really big! His forehead was bruised, his hands were clenched so that his bones were rattling, and his teeth were clenched, "Mu Zifeng, I hate you so much, I won't kill you, I swear not to be a man!" From that moment on, he was determined that he had to let Mu Zifeng disappear no matter what, and his body and soul would be destroyed.

Huang Li Fanku obviously misjudged the situation, looking at Fan Yicheng's angry appearance, patted him on the shoulder, and said hatefully: "This kid of the human race is really too cunning, don't care about this little money." ”

Mu Zifeng also had some unwillingness in his heart, but he didn't regret it, he said that the baby was destined to get it, he had always been able to distinguish the priorities in doing things, and the price of 1.5 million was obviously beyond his bearing.

It cost him 3.1 million to photograph the Wind Stepping Step, and he spent 3.85 million to photograph the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum, a total of 6.95 million he spent, and there was only 3.05 million left in his pocket. Although the belt is good, it can only be used if it has a life, and between improving his strength and hunting for treasure, he obviously chose the former.

Cen Qin glanced in Mu Zifeng's direction, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he quickly dropped the auction hammer.

The penultimate lot is an ancient drawing, made of animal skin, exuding an ancient atmosphere, which was auctioned by the man in white who was talking lazily for five million.

The last lot is a medium-grade magic treasure boat, as long as the magic power is entered, it can chop the thorns and cut the waves, suitable for going out to hunt the beast pill at sea, after more than a dozen rounds of quotations, it finally fell into the hands of Huang Li Fanku. Of course, the final battle was between Wu Tieqian and Huang Li Fanku, and in the end, it took 51 million to win it, which really made Mu Zifeng see the essence of the two mountains and the four major factions.

After almost three hours of the auction, it finally came to a perfect conclusion.

Mu Zifeng was just about to get up and leave, but found that he didn't know when, Zilan had already left quietly.

And two figures appeared in front of him out of thin air.