The old man saw Pang Xiaotian sit down and withdraw from the competition, and a sense of disappointment appeared on his wrinkled face. Then he coughed dryly and laughed: "Congratulations to the distinguished guests in VIP Room No. 8, take a picture of the Burning Sky Staff." ”

This little episode was soon forgotten in the enthusiastic auction. One auction item after another, it was constantly auctioned by the crowd. Leng Feng, who was waiting in boredom, suddenly heard the excited roar of the old man of the auction house in his ears, "The handwritten diary of the unknown undead archmage, which records in detail some of the experiences of this strong man. For necromancers, it's no less than a rare treasure. The starting price is only 1,000,000 gold coins. The auction is now open. ”

There was a large crowd in the audience, and some people booed loudly, and they were not interested in it at all. There are also people who marvel at participating in the auction. In a short time, the diary has reached a sky-high price of five million. At this time, the number of people participating in the competition is significantly reduced, and the price is obviously a bit higher for the sake of a diary that does not know what kind of benefit it will bring.

The old man of the auction house agitated his tongue and incited desperately: "This is the diary left by the Great Magister, and those who have necromancers in the family must not miss it!" There were bursts of boos from the crowd, and some people even urged to hurry up to the next auction item.

Pang Xiaotian laughed and said, "Five million gold coins to buy a diary, unless the brain is broken." Completely ignoring the faces of the bidders not far away.

In the old man's embarrassed smile, Leng Feng said slowly: "Six million gold coins." ”

When the old man heard this, his heart was ecstatic, and the wrinkles on his face turned into a flower. He roared excitedly: "VIP Room 8 bid six million gold coins, but someone continues to increase the price." He looked at the man who was bidding for five million gold coins with an expectant look. I saw that the man's face showed hesitation, and finally shook his head and gave up the bidding.

The old man continued to roar: "Six million, once." "I am very satisfied with this diary, which can be sold for a sky-high price of six million.

"It's not bad to look at the diary when you're bored. I'll give 10 million. Pang Xiaotian sneered and glanced at the No. 8 VIP room as if demonstrative.

"Twenty million. Leng Feng said flatly.

The old man's excited heart was about to jump out, and he was about to pour a fire on it, so that the two of them would fight more fiercely, when Pang Xiaotian's 50 million roar had sounded in his ears. His heart slammed and he almost fainted happily on the stage. Hurriedly shouted excitedly: "Fifty million, once." If you want to bid, hurry up. "For this diary to be able to fetch a sky-high price of 50 million, this is something that no one expected.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and they were all frightened by the generosity of the two. It's just for a diary, and it still seems a bit pretentious. It's just that one is suspected of being a member of the royal family, and the other is the richest man in the imperial capital. There is no other way for these people than to lament that people are rich. One by one, they sat on the mountain with great interest and watched the tiger fight, which looked lively.

Leng Feng sneered, glanced at Pang Xiaotian with a smug face, and said in a disdainful voice: "Sixty million." "The club has paid dividends many times during this time, which is already all of its worth. If Pang Xiaotian raised the price again, he could only choose to give up.

Long Ling'er's little face tightened and said fiercely: "Damn Pang Xiaotian, it's getting more and more unruly." Brother Feng, we are bound to get the diary. The money is on me. The person ordered a large amount of golden tickets to be taken, and there was a confident look on his handsome and demon-like face.

At this time, a man dressed as a servant walked quickly towards Pang Xiaotian. Whispered something quickly. Pang Xiaotian waved his hand and ordered him to retreat, and after knowing the identity of the other party, he laughed and said: "It seems that Your Excellency is unwilling to cut love, I will give 80 million." "It's really a narrow road, and I actually ran into a cold front here. I know how embarrassed His Highness was when he ordered someone to get rid of Leng Feng some time ago. If you hit the other party's arrogance hard at the auction house, you will definitely win the favor of His Royal Highness. Long Ling'er and His Royal Highness have always been at odds, and Leng Feng is the person who His Highness wants to get rid of quickly.

"Ninety million. Long Ling'er roared with fire-breathing eyes.

Leng Feng patted Long Ling'er on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "Don't fight, sooner or later it will fall into my hands." He smiled coldly and looked at Pang Xiaotian defiantly. Long Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. He nodded silently.

Pang Xiaotian glanced back at the two of them, and said lightly: "100 million gold coins." "Leng Feng is a necromancer himself, and he can't let him get this diary.

"100,000,000,000 gold coins, one time. Lounge 8 is also available at an additional charge. The old man shouted excitedly.

In the whispers of the crowd, Leng Feng said unexpectedly lightly: "It's just a diary, he likes to take it." ”

Pang Xiaotian laughed, stood up and bowed and said, "Then thank you, Your Excellency." He sat down in his chair with a smug face.

Leng Feng and Long Ling'er talked in a low voice, lazily watching the auction items one by one, being auctioned one after another. I started to be a spectator for a while. When Pang Xiaotian bid for a bottle of intermediate amplification elixir, Leng Feng's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "Thirty million." He looked at Long Ling'er and smiled. This guy deliberately went against himself, so naturally he didn't let him go.

Pang Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, his face was unhappy, and he said fiercely: "Forty million." "This price is already far more than the value of the amplification potion, if it weren't for my son, it wouldn't have cost such a big price.

"Fifty million. Long Ling'er roared.

Pang Xiaotian's eyes contracted, feeling the strange eyes coming from him, and he said stiffly: "Sixty million." The fat on his face twitched, revealing a wicked smile. Make up your mind that if you increase the price again, you will give it up.

Leng Feng stopped Long Ling'er, who was about to increase the price, and muttered, "I can't add it anymore, I don't think he will increase the price." Sensing that the other party's expression was different, he hurriedly stopped Long Ling'er.

"No, this guy's son is an intermediate magician?" Long Ling'er said in surprise.

"Listen to me. Leng Feng said confidently.

When the old man shouted several times in a slightly disappointed manner, there was never the slightest sound coming from VIP Room 8. When the ownership of the amplification potion was finally announced, Pang Xiaotian was full of embarrassed smiles, and accepted this reality with a smile. After that, whenever Pang Xiaotian participated in the bidding, Leng Feng would always intervene. The proportions were just right, which made Pang Xiaotian depressed and wanted to vomit blood. Lost a large amount of gold coins in vain.

After the auction, Leng Feng and Long Ling'er received the Burning Sky Staff, chatting and laughing and slowly walked out of the venue. Pang Xiaotian walked past the two of them, shook the diary in his hand as if demonstrating to Leng Feng, and left with a laugh.

Leng Feng urged the power of the soul, and the mark of the undead was silently imprinted on the diary. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, secretly scolding this person for being an idiot.

Behind him, Wang Tengyue whispered eagerly: "My lord, do you want to give him some color." "This person has repeatedly opposed Leng Feng, and he has already angered many followers. As long as Leng Feng nodded, he would definitely teach him a hard lesson. Let him know why the flowers are so red.

"Don't act rashly, this person is the richest man in the imperial capital, and every time he travels, he is protected by a large number of masters. If you want to move him, it's difficult!" Long Ling'er said with a solemn face.

"Then let him run rampant for a few days. Leng Feng smiled coldly, waved his hand and stepped into the carriage first. After Long Ling'er sat in, he asked with puzzlement: "Your identity is respected, and this person is completely ignored, what is the basis for this?"

Long Ling'er said fiercely: "It's just a lackey of His Highness Long Yutian, and the fox and the fake tiger are becoming more and more arrogant." I'm fine, it's just a pity for your diary. "The color of regret is beyond words.

"It's Long Yutian again!" first sent someone to assassinate him, and now a lackey has appeared, and he can't get along with himself. I'm afraid that there will only be more and more troubles in the future, and it's time to develop my own strength and have more self-preservation. Leng Feng frowned and thought secretly.

"What are you thinking?" Long Ling'er wondered.

A smile appeared on Leng Feng's face, and he pretended to murmur bitterly, "I'm thinking about how to equip my followers?

Long Ling'er opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a long time. roared indignantly: "The dividends issued by the club are enough for you to spend all your time." He actually cried poor in front of me. I'll send someone to send it to you early tomorrow morning, but the ugly words are ahead, and you'd better have the gold coins ready, or I won't be able to pay the difference." I knew that Leng Feng was knocking on his bamboo bar, but who made him agree a long time ago! Although he looked very angry on his face, a batch of weapons was really not taken into his eyes.

"That's natural, I'm the last person I want to take advantage of. Leng Feng said with a smile. The weapons of the sixteen followers were landed, and there was a burst of excitement in their hearts.

Long Ling'er glanced at Leng Feng, thought for a moment and said with a serious face: "Your Highness can't assassinate you, I'm afraid there are other means." In my opinion, your followers need to increase. The kingdom stipulates that a high-level magician can have no less than fifty followers, and this matter is covered by me. Be cautious when travelling in the future. ”

Leng Feng nodded, and said slowly: "You can do it!" This ending coincided with his own imagination, and Leng Feng naturally had no reason to refuse.

Long Ling'er suddenly remembered something, a trace of blush appeared on her handsome and demon-like face, her eyes almost didn't dare to look at Leng Feng, and she said in a voice like a mosquito: "Tomorrow outside the city Moon Pavilion, you must not forget the matter of meeting my cousin in the morning." "Yue Wei'er's intimacy with Leng Feng made her feel a great threat, and she must not continue like this.

Leng Feng slapped his forehead and said perfunctorily: "Okay, I know." He jumped out of the carriage as if he was running away and rushed towards the Heavenly Dragon Academy of Magic.

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