Chapter Eighty-Four: The Auction of Fighting Skills Ends (7)

Nan Erming was nervous, since Xiao Yan decided to shoot this fighting skill, he has been worried, for fear that Xiao Yan would force himself to cultivate after filming, and his face was three points more bitter than a thousand-year-old bitter melon. How could he have thought of improving the fighting skills, if he knew, he would have been eager for Xiao Yan to directly call the price to 20 million to kill the whole audience in one bite, and he would not have thought that Xiao Yan was filmed for Ziying.

"Dude, you just accept your fate." Xiao Zhan really didn't open any pot, approached Nan Erming and muttered, "You see Xiao Shao's enthusiasm, just for this heart for you, how can you have to cultivate with meaning, right?" At most, I'll be reluctant to help you act as the first handsome guy on our team. ”

"Is your kid itching? Want to try your hand at poison devouring your heart? Nan Erming's words gritted his teeth were faintly filled with anger.

"I'm the most righteous, I've always been in trouble, and I'm blessed for you to enjoy, so leave this special treatment to others." Xiao Zhan chuckled and slipped behind Le Shaolong. If you want to say who Nan Erming fears the most in the team besides Xiao Yan, it is Le Shaolong.

Nan Erming didn't really bother with Xiao Zhan, his eyes always stayed on Xiao Yan, his palm touched his handsome face, and he trembled slightly.

Xiao Yan didn't pay attention to this, and all his energy was now in the auction of fighting skills.

In the end, Xiao Yan auctioned off this fighting skill at a price of 16.5 million, as the auctioneer said before, and drew a successful end to the special auction of fighting skills.

Of course, this consummation is only for Xiao Yan, but basically all the shili in the field came happily and returned disappointed.

Soon, the guards presented all the fighting skills and items that Xiao Yan had photographed, of course, the iron wall was installed in the ring, otherwise, the chances of the reconstruction of the Tianzi VIP room were very high.

Qing Haoran and Zhen Ni had already arrived in Xiao Yan's room at this time, and everyone was sitting together, drinking high-quality tea, and counting the spoils.

A pile of fighting skills were stacked on top of each other, more than a hundred Yi-level high-level fighting skills, more than a dozen world-level junior fighting skills, and several world-level intermediate and advanced fighting skills, and everyone was overjoyed.

"That's more than 200 million." Xiao Zhan's eyes were full of Brother Kong Fang's shadow.

"This is a big boost to the rise of the Xiao clan." What Le Shaolong saw was the rise of the Xiao clan.

"Congratulations to the brothers for a good harvest, the rise of the Xiao clan is just around the corner." Qing Haoran sincerely congratulated Xiao Yan, and Qing Mu'er's eyebrows were bent into a small crescent.

"Hehe, it's all everyone's work, otherwise it's still a question of whether I can get out of the auction house safely." Xiao Yan laughed jokingly.

"If vision can be turned into substance, we just broke through in the shadow of the sword and sword." Jenny also made a rare joke.

"Alright, now let's start dividing the spoils." Xiao Yan said with a smile.

"Spoils? Great, my Shadow Attack, haha. Purple Shadow was the first to react, exhaling a crisp and delicate voice, and her playful fragrant tongue licked over her moist red lips, full of different temptations.

"Ha, my one" Nan Erming's heart also jumped, but for a moment, the excitement of getting "Shocking Decision" suddenly solidified on his face, and he became a little bitter, not for anything else, just for that "Thousands of Corpses and Ten Thousand Poisonous Skills", Nan Erming thought that Xiao Yan would give it to him for a while and force him to practice.

Could it be that his handsome and jealous appearance is about to disappear from now on? Nan Erming closed his eyes slightly, and couldn't bear to look at the handsome face reflected in the glass.

"Purple Shadow, yours." Xiao Yan handed "Shadow Attack" to Ziying, with a faint smile on his face, Ziying thanked him and took it, holding it in his arms like a treasure.

"Nan Erming, your" Xiao Yan's words had not yet been finished, and Nan Erming was already so nervous that his hands were trembling.

"Nan Erming, I said why are you not as good as a girl, do you have a fighting skill and your hands are shaking like this?" Xiao Zhan forked the road beside him.