"It's Tang Jun, the young master of the Tang Sect!" Someone recognized the young man in room No. 2, although it was not summer, this person shook a folding fan, to be exact, an iron fan, but he covered his face, revealing eyes with a yin owl. The iron fan and masked face give people a somewhat nondescript feeling.

The iron fan is the signature weapon of the Tang Young Master, the Tang Sect is famous for its secret weapons, they have few dealings with the major sects, but no one dares to despise them, a family famous for hidden weapons is fearful, the important thing is that once you make a feud with them, even if your martial arts are high, you may die unconsciously.

The price of 100 million has exceeded the bottom line of most people, and at this time, the young master of the Tang Sect will make another move, and no one will compete with him anymore.

"One hundred and one million!" Just when everyone thought that the spirit beast bag would return to the Tang Sect, an unhurried voice came from room 22.

In order to make it easier for everyone to see the auction table, even the special room is not blocked, and everyone can clearly see that there is a little-known young man sitting in room 22.

"Who is this man?"

"I don't know, it should be a loose cultivator!"

Everyone began to talk again, Tang Jun's face was displeased, he thought that the spirit beast bag was in hand, but he didn't expect to kill a trip to bite the gold halfway, a loose cultivator, why fight with himself, he didn't pay attention to it at all, and said coldly: "One hundred and ten million!"

"Eleven million!" said a tepid voice in room 22.

"Smack!" Young Master Tang folded his fan: "150 million!"

This price is already ridiculously high, and it is close to his bottom line, because he knows that there will be a kind of spiritual grass that he needs to be auctioned in this auction, after all, he is only a young master, and the funds at his disposal are about 500 million, and he has to leave at least 300 million to auction the spiritual grass, and even 300 million is not safe, and he thinks that this price can already shake that person back, how can he lose to a loose cultivator.

Na Cheng thought, and the voice of room 22 came unhurriedly again: "One hundred and fifty-one million!"

Tang Jun's face turned pale, and he stood up with a sigh of relief, his gaze swept to room 22. Chen Nan looked at him, leisurely with disdain.

"Young master!" an elder next to him pulled him, signaling him not to be impulsive.

"Hmph!" Tang Jun sat on the chair with a face full of unwillingness, and finally became ruthless, gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred and sixty million!"

The scene was silent, no one followed anymore, watching the two of them bid, a little-known loose cultivator dared to compete with the young master of the Tang Sect, and he had the courage to arouse everyone's interest.

"One hundred and sixty-one million!" No matter how he added it, Chen Nan was one million more than him, and he was angry to death.

"He may be invited by the auctioneer!" Chen Nan only added one million each time, which made everyone suspicious, and some people talked about him as a trust, and soon this proposal was recognized by everyone, otherwise how could a loose cultivator dare to raise the price so much with the young master of the Tang Sect.

"Young master, this person may be To!" an elder reminded him.

Tang Jun also realized that this person might really be Tuo, but now that he is difficult to ride a tiger, he will give up, his face really can't come down, and a little bit is not his style, his eyes swept over Room 22, and said in a deep voice: "One hundred and eighty million!" Regardless of whether the other party is Tuo or not, he must fight for a breath and retain the dignity of his young master, and he thinks that the other party should give in even if it is Tuo.

What made him vomit blood was that the voice in room 22 floated out unhurriedly again: "One hundred and eighty-one million!"

"Smack!" Tang Jun slapped a fan on the table, and the folding fan forcibly cut off a piece of the corner of the table, although he was furious, he was helpless to give up if the funds were not allowed.

In the end, Chen Nan wishfully photographed the spirit beast bag, and also broke everyone's speculation, a loose cultivator dared to bid with Tang Shaozhu, he had courage and courage, and he also attracted everyone's attention.

The auction continues, and there are constantly good things coming to the stage, pushing the atmosphere to a peak, and the prices are getting more and more outrageous.

"The auction below is a stone, called Meteorite Gold!" Ji Yun lifted the red silk, and a stone with the size of a bowl was revealed, the so-called Meteorite Gold is a meteorite, containing the components of pure gold, after the friction of the atmosphere, the core part is left, which is an excellent material for refining.

Chen Nan's eyes lit up, he already had cold heavy iron, if he took the meteorite gold, he could refine the flying sword, and this meteorite would be photographed no matter what.

Not only him, but many major sects are also eyeing Meteorite Gold.

Ji Yunming's eyes were bright, he looked around, and said with a light smile: "The starting price of this meteorite is 80 million, and the price increase shall not be less than 1 million each time, and the auction will start below!"

"Eighty-five million!"

"Ninety million!"

"120 million!"

The price of meteorite gold soared all the way, soaring to 150 million in the blink of an eye.

"180 million!" The Refining Hall had already lost a piece of the Primal Divine Tree, and it was imperative to obtain this meteorite, raising the price by 30 million at once. The major sects saw that the Refining Hall was determined to win, and the price was already very high, and for them, the demand for Meteorite Gold was far less urgent than that of the Refining Hall, so they gave up one after another.

"One hundred and eighty-one million!" Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, the voice of room 22 sounded again.

"Brush!" everyone's eyes turned to Chen Nan again, and many people realized that this person was a fat pig, and he had no sect or faction, no faction support, it was easy to start, and his eyes became playful.

The eyes of the big man in the refining hall swept over like a sharp sword, Chen Nan was not shocked, and swept back lightly, the big man snorted coldly: "Two hundred and ten million!" He wanted to make Chen Nan give up with his strength.

"Two hundred and thirty million!" Chen Nan did not add a little bit this time, and confronted the opponent.

"Three hundred million!" Dahan was obviously a little angry, and he raised the price by 70 million at once, and the refining hall was famous all over the world, so they also had this confidence.

"Three hundred and ten million!"

The price soared all the way, and was finally carried to 350 million by two people, this stone can be used to refine flying swords, Chen Nan will take it at any cost, although the Spelling Essence Refining Hall is not bad, it is not comparable to the Wolf Tooth Mercenary Group, and it won a big victory in the just-concluded financial war, even if it costs billions of billions to shoot the Meteorite Gold, he will not hesitate, for him, resources are more important than anything else.

A disciple pulled the sleeve of the bearded man, "Uncle Shi, we can't afford to deal with this kind of person, this kind of person is obviously stupid with a lot of money, a casual cultivator, no backer, when the auction is over, we ...... Hey, hey!"

The bearded man nodded, he was going to vomit blood if he continued to fight, the other party was obviously a stunned person who didn't know the depths, intercepting him on the road once and for all, not only could he get the meteorite gold, but also make a windfall, so he stopped bidding and slowly leaned back on the chair.