readx;? Someone asked, "I wonder what level this fan is?"

The host smiled and said, "This thing is heaven-level superior. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Someone else asked, "I wonder who took this thing out for auction?"

The host shook his head and said, "According to the rules of the auction conference, our organizer cannot disclose this matter, please forgive me for inconvenience." ”

At this time, the representatives of the four great families regretted a little after learning that the Colorful Easy Fan was a heaven-level treasure, but it was already so, and it was too late for them to regret it, and even if they did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to continue to compete with the sick scholar, who would dare to say that the sick scholar would not have a trick?

If they really want to fight with the sick scholar all the time, they are afraid that they will not be able to fight the sick scholar.

At this moment, the sick scholar slowly stood up, and without saying a word, he went backstage to settle with the person who held the auction conference.

Since then, although there have been some valuable things in the auction, they cannot be compared with the colorful Xiaoyao fan, and no matter how high it is, it is the heaven-level middle class.

The middle-aged man of the Dan family photographed a battle suit, and that battle was said to be able to bless strength, and the auction price was as high as 1.5 billion.

The young man of the Sun family auctioned off a kind of spirit grass, although there were only thirty plants, but the price of each plant was terrifying, and the total price was as high as 1.2 billion.

Originally, Fang Xiaowu wanted to compete with the people of the Sun family, but he knew that the people of the Sun family had been very unhappy by the fact that the sick scholar had bought the Colorful Easy Fan, and if he competed with the Sun family, wouldn't it add fuel to the fire?

As for the gray-clothed old man of the Ge family and Tao Yue'e of the Tao family, they each auctioned off a weapon, all of which were heaven-level mid-class, with a price of as high as two billion.

......

When Fang Xiaowu and the others came out of the auction, it was already late at night.

Fang Xiaowu obviously ate a lot of things at the auction venue, but after he returned to his residence, he still felt that his stomach was not full enough, anyway, he could eat anything now, so he ran out of his residence alone, entered a nearby restaurant that had not yet closed, ordered several dishes, and enjoyed them as supper.

Fang Xiaowu was eating heartily when he suddenly felt a strange wind blowing in from outside.

The reason why it is said to be a strange wind is because in this strange wind, there is a faint smell of sickness.

Fang Xiaowu turned his head to look, and at some point, there was one more person in the hall.

And after he saw that person clearly, he was slightly stunned at first, and then lowered his head, not daring to look at the other party more.

It turned out that that person was none other than the sick scholar who had bought the Colorful Joy Fan at the auction before.

Fang Xiaowu knew that this guy was very powerful and didn't want to provoke him, so he pretended not to see it, so as not to be entangled by him.

"Uncle, the store is about to close, please ......"

Without waiting for the guy to finish speaking, the sick scholar waved his hand and said, "Retreat, there is nothing for you here, I will sit for a while and leave, this reward will be given to you." With that, a golden leaf flew out of his sleeve and landed on the counter.

The gold leaf is not the same as the gold leaf often seen on the market, not only is it much larger, but it also looks full of gold, which is by no means unusual, and people with a little insight know that the value is high, and a piece is worth a thousand taels of silver.

When the guy saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Although he had seen a lot of people who were generous, it was the first time he had encountered such a guest as tonight, and he hurriedly retreated, not daring to disturb the sick scholar.

At this time, the sick scholar walked towards Fang Xiaowu step by step, as if he knew Fang Xiaowu, and the reason why he came in was to come to Fang Xiaowu.

Fang Xiaowu obviously knew that the sick scholar had already walked towards him, but he still lowered his head to eat, as if he hadn't noticed it.

"Little brother, can I sit down?" the sick scholar walked up to Fang Xiaowu, said this, and then let out a cough.

Fang Xiaowu raised his head, as if he had just recognized who the other party was, and shouted: "Hey, aren't you the senior who bought that heavy treasure at the auction meeting? ”

Hearing this, the sick scholar sat down opposite Fang Xiaowu unceremoniously.

Fang Xiaowu was about to ask the guy to add a few more dishes, but unexpectedly, the sick scholar shook his head and said, "Just add a pot of wine to me." ”

"Don't seniors eat?"

"I don't eat it. ”

Fang Xiaowu heard that the sick scholar said that he wouldn't eat, so he didn't force him, and asked the guy to take a pot of wine and a wine glass and put them on the table in front of the sick scholar.

The sick scholar got a glass of wine from his glass, and then he sat still, closed his eyes, and did not drink.

Fang Xiaowu originally thought that the sick scholar was coming for him, and he must have something to say to him, but what he didn't expect was that after this guy poured a glass of wine, he put on a fake sleep, as if he felt that he was wasting his strength even when he spoke.

Fang Xiaowu couldn't figure out this person, and after thinking about it, he didn't automatically talk to him, just treated him as a sick scholar who didn't exist, and still ate himself.

After a while, Fang Xiaowu finished eating all the dishes, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "Senior, I'm going home, you drink slowly......"

"Wait. The sick scholar suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in a low voice.

Fang Xiaowu was slightly stunned, and before he could speak, he suddenly saw a gust of cold wind blowing in, and more than a dozen images flew in from outside the door of the restaurant like ghosts.

A tall monk who looked like a middle-aged man sneered and said, "Sick scholar, if you know each other, quickly take out the colorful Xiaoyao fan." ”

As soon as Fang Xiaowu saw this posture, he knew that the sick scholar was in trouble.

Although he didn't know the origin of these dozen monks, the cultivation of these dozen monks was quite high, all of them were in the early stage of returning to the Pu Realm, and in the entire Martial God City, there were probably only four great families who could dispatch so many martial immortal forces at once.

The sick scholar asked lightly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged monk said coldly: "You don't care who we are, anyway, you have no choice, hand over the Colorful Easy Fan as soon as possible, and then get out of Martial God City, and never step into Martial God City for half a step, otherwise you will definitely die!"

Hearing this, the sick scholar was not angry, coughed lightly, and said, "I bought the colorful Xiaoyao fan for a lot of money, why should I give it to you?"

"Why? Hmph, that's it. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged monk stretched out his hand and pulled it behind him, but he pulled out a weapon, which was a stick, and the grade was the middle class of the prefecture, and shouted: "Sick scholar, if you don't want to die, hurry up and hand over the things, we don't have time for you to talk nonsense here." ”