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Being reminded by Ming Jianchen like this, An Xin seemed to have come back to her senses at this time, and was ready to announce the final win

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"550,000 contribution points? Unexpectedly, someone has made another bid?"

That's right, someone did bid again. However, it was not shouted out with a voice like Ming Jianchen, but this number was directly burned on the display array disk.

Although the appearance of this number was silent, it was clearly displayed on the huge formation display screen behind the auction table.

"Who? Who is so arrogant? can actually come up with 550,000 contribution points in one go?"

"Could it be the four major families? Except for the four major families, I am afraid that no one else has such arrogance and courage. ”

The crowd looked at the number and spoke loudly again.

Soon, though, someone found out that something was wrong.

It's not the four families, and the bidder turned out to be the guests of the Tianzi No. 1 box.

As long as it is a martial cultivator in the Holy Ruins Continent, especially those who have participated in several similar auctions, almost everyone knows what the meaning of the No. 1 box of Tianzi represents.

That's not a sign of prestige.

Nor is it a representative of a deep background.

It is the unjust head, synonymous with the second ancestor.

That's right, there are a total of eighteen boxes, and from the second onwards, almost every box has a fixed patron sitting in it at each auction.

Even if there are some auctions, no one orders the box and it is empty, and no one else dares to patronize it.

This is an unspoken rule, and it can also be said to be the majesty of the power of more than a dozen big families in the entire Holy Ruins Continent.

But only Box No. 1 has nothing to do with these.

From the beginning of its establishment, the positioning was for the local tyrants outside the seventeen major forces, and it was used for casual cultivation, which nominally meant that the powerful men and heroines in the Holy Ruins Continent were broad-minded and tolerant of all rivers.

Anyone, as long as they have money, can be on an equal footing with them.

But after countless years, Box No. 1 has become a complete joke, and the few guests who sit in the auction are mostly outsiders who come from other planes and don't understand any rules.

For a while, everyone in the hall turned their heads and inquired about the identity of the guests in the No. 1 box.

Inside Box 9.

A young man in white with a slender face, slender eyes, and lips as thin as a thin blade slapped the table in front of him after the 550,000 contribution points appeared.

"Damn, check, hurry up and check for me, where did the deflated three who ran out dare to grab something from Ben Shao!"

"Ming Shao is angry!"

Next to the slender-eyed young man, there stood an old man in gray with a rickety back and a long sword on his back, he leaned down and said to Ming Jianchen in his position: "The identity information of the guests in the eighteen boxes has long been mastered, and as in the previous auctions, the identities of the guests in the other seventeen boxes have not changed.

However, the No. 1 box, according to the information that the old slave got just now, is an alien cultivator of unknown origin, who has not even escaped from the mortal realm, but according to Deacon Wan of the auction, although this person is in a low realm, he seems to be very rich. ”

"Very rich? He is an alien ant, no matter how many spirit stones there are, how can the contribution points be hundreds of thousands?"

Ming Jianchen was not too mediocre after all, and quickly remembered the crux of the matter.

"Could it be that this kid is a disciple of some old monster on the Holy Monument? otherwise, where would he have so much to contribute and squander?"

"Probably not!"

The gray-clothed old man shook his head, looked at Ming Jianchen with a puzzled face, and said: "Before, the old slave's divine mind was released, and I saw an extremely secret divine sense mark in the No. 1 box, if the old slave guessed correctly, the person who arranged the divine sense mark was one of the four major families, the number one lackey of the Long family, cold kill!"

"You mean, this person doesn't have any background, but is still the great enemy of the Long family?" Ming Jianchen's mind was racing, and he quickly figured out the key points.

The old man in gray nodded, "Based on the old slave's guess, there should be this possibility!"

"Hahaha, even so, there is nothing to scruple about in that book!"

There is really nothing to scruple about, since there is even a small Long family, well, in the eyes of Ming Jianchen, even if it is the Long family, one of the four major families, it is only worthy of the word "mediocre".

Since even a mere Long family dares to snipe that kid, what else do you have to be afraid of?

When he slapped his face, he shouted outside again arrogantly: "600,000 contribution points!"

Almost at the same time as his voice fell, a new number immediately appeared on the auction table - 700,000 contribution points!

"Ri Niang, boy, you must have to live with Ben, right?"

After seeing this new number, Ming Jianchen's slender eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth and scolded loudly towards the position of Box No. 1.

"Look for death!"

In the No. 1 box, Ling Zhi's face sank when he heard this voice.

That's right, this Tianzi No. 1 box, from the moment he entered, has been repeatedly assured that it is absolutely safe, and there is indeed a high-level shielding divine sense formation in the room.

But just after he made his first bid, at least ten powerful divine thoughts forcibly broke through the shield in his room and landed on him.

Well, he's put up with all of that. Who called him a fledgling, and too many people to offend?

But now, the other party is not only secretly provocative, but has even clearly begun to scold his mother and threaten, if he can still bear it, then the word Ling Zhi is called in vain.

Immediately snorted coldly, and laughed at the auction table in front of him: "Hahaha, the Holy Ruins Alliance Auction House, such a big name, it turns out, it's not more than Er'er, since even the safety of the guests who are willing to pay a high price for the auction cannot be guaranteed, what is the point of opening such an auction house?"

In my humble opinion, it is better to give away the treasures one by one according to the size of the background of each power!"

Hey?

At the same time as Ling Zhi said this, Ming Jianchen's face in the ninth box changed, not only him, but even the old man standing next to him, his face changed.

Many times, there are many things that can be done but cannot be said.

Not only their Ming family, but also other major sects and forces, but from the four major families, there are things that overwhelm people at auctions from time to time.

But all along, because of the fear of the identity behind these powerful people, the oppressed people have never resisted or broken in person, and they swallowed all their bitterness and tears.

As a result, auction houses have turned a blind eye.

But now, to everyone's surprise, the guests in Box No. 1 were so ignorant of the rules that they called out the matter in person.

"Childish!"

In the No. 6 box, Long Shao's face was slightly stunned, and then he returned to his senses, "It's really a flute head, do you think that if you make the unspoken rules clear, people will stand up for him?"

Sure enough, at this time, a voice with endless coercion suddenly sounded over the entire auction hall, "Anyone, regardless of identity, cultivation, or background forces, since they come to participate in the auction of our alliance, they must abide by the rules of the auction, otherwise, they will not be spared!"

The voice with endless coercion came and went faster.

On the surface, he was upholding justice and reprimanding the son of the Ming family in Box No. 9, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was just pretending to be forced by the situation.

It is more likely that after such a fuss in Box No. 1, the principals behind the alliance will have some kind of bad opinion about him.

"Sure enough, there is no reason to talk about the cultivation path, everything, all of them are spoken with fists!"

In the No. 1 box, after listening to the sound in the void that was not salty or light, Ling Zhi's eyes also narrowed, and there was a cold glow in it.

The next moment, he simply gave up carving numbers on the teleportation array, and instead said directly to the female cultivator at the front desk: "I bid 700,000 contribution points, and now that no one continues to bid, shouldn't the Great Wind Fruit belong to me?"

"How daring!"

In the ninth box, hearing that Ling Zhi dared to remember that Dao Fruit at such a time, Ming Jianchen was completely angry, and immediately turned his head to look at the gray-clothed old man next to him, "Bieber!"

"Young Master is angry, look at me!"

Bieber, that is, the gray-clothed old man's mouth, the corners of his mouth curled, and at the same time, his eyes were fixed, and a powerful divine thought passed through the compartment of the box, and went straight to the No. 1 box.

In his mind, since the other party is a casual cultivator with a low level of cultivation, no matter how strong his strength is, how strong can he be?

It was enough for a wisp of divine thought to sweep out, pierce into his Purple Mansion, shatter his sea of knowledge, and turn him into a walking corpse-like idiot.

Perhaps, after this, you may also make a windfall and get a lot of contribution points.

"Don't you know how to write dead words?"

Almost at the same moment when the other party's divine sense stabbed him, Ling Zhi had already noticed it.

It's just a late stage of life and death realm, not even reincarnation realm, and the divine thoughts are even weaker than himself, I don't know how many times the garbage, and he tried in vain to suppress himself with his divine thoughts, for this kind of death-seeking behavior, Ling Zhi sneered in his heart in addition to sneering.

The next moment, without any hesitation, the powerful sea of consciousness that had been condensed in the void turbulence separated a wisp of divine thought, condensed into a divine consciousness needle, and struck away along the divine thought stabbed by the gray-clothed old man.

"Ahh

A terrible scream came out in the No. 9 box, and the gray-clothed old man who had just stabbed out his divine thoughts and was ready to clean up Ling Zhi suddenly spurted thick blood from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, his face was as purple as sauce, and he collapsed to the ground as soft as a rag bag, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Bieber, Bieber, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly such a scene happened, Ming Jianchen was completely panicked, but soon, his slender eyes shone with raging anger.

"Little brute, so bold, you dare to yin the people of my Ming family, Lao Tzu wants you to die!"

As soon as the words came out, the door of the box slammed open, and then, a dazzling light came out of his hand, quickly condensed into a sword light in the air, and bombarded towards the No. 1 box with a thick murderous aura.