Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Young Man in White

The frivolous voice is exactly the blood child's. Ah Man just remembered to raise the price, but was preempted by others.

"Sixteen million!" A sonorous young male voice came from Box Five. He is a young man in a white robe, dignified in appearance, with a righteous face, and he is about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Ah Man smiled and didn't speak. It was the blood boy who snorted disdainfully.

"Seventeen million! Hehe...... I'm also joining in the fun. An old man in the second box also opened his mouth to join the auction. If the cultivation reaches the level of Hongji, the flying beast or something is already worthless. Unless it's a leaderboard, the top 10 flying beasts. The old man joined the auction of young people, presumably as a gift for the younger generation.

"Good things are naturally obtained by the highest price. Million! It was the voice of a middle-aged uncle, coming from Box No. 4.

The number of bidders is enough for the blood boy to toss. Ah Man simply leaned on the Taishi chair, eating the spirit fruit, and watching the excitement.

"Thirty million!"

"Fifty million!"

"Seventy million!"

"100 million!"

"110 million!"

"130 million!"

"150 million!"

"200 million!"

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No matter how much others add, the young man in white always offers 100 million or 200 million. And the blood boy, after the price exceeded 200 million, closed his mouth angrily again. When Ah Man saw the appearance of the blood boy, he gloated with a face. This unlucky bastard, when he came to the auction, he didn't bring more spirit stones.

When the blood boy heard Ah Man's laughter, he glared at Ah Man fiercely. Ah Man looked at the blood boy with a hippie smile, and winked at him mischievously, pointed to Xiaobai lying next to him, and raised the spar card in his hand, looking at the blood boy expectantly.

The blood boy gave a blank look, and in the little child's head, he didn't know what to pretend? It's really whimsical, and he actually wants to make this son recognize him as the master. When Ben Gongzi goes out, he must suck his blood dry. The Blood Boy thought hatefully in his heart, and the expression on his face became even more distorted.

When Ah Man saw the blood boy, his expression was even more angry. Pouted, his gaze fell on the golden eagle again. This time, if nothing else, it should be the young man in white, and the auction was successful. Ah Man thought to himself, the price was still increasing on the field.

"1 billion!" The young man in white said the price lightly. Several other people who quoted stopped and did not follow. This price is already the limit of the value of the golden eagle itself. If you activate the bloodline of the Dapeng bird, tens of billions are also worth it. However, before activating the bloodline, the price is up to 800 million.

The scene fell silent again, and Wan Shan smiled and spoke. "One billion at a time!"

No one has increased the price.

"1,000,000,000,000 times

No one spoke.

"A billion three times! Deal! After Wan Shan finished speaking, the little guy behind him knocked on the gong. Congratulations to the son of box 5 for successfully taking the lot. Later, someone will send you the goods to be delivered. Let's take a look at the next lot. As he spoke, Wan Shan lifted the red cloth on the tray, and there was a scroll on the tray.

"You must be wondering, what the hell is this?" Wan Shan smiled and opened his mouth to introduce. "This is a volume of Yellow Order Body Technique, called "Tyrannosaurus Body". The starting price is one million spirit stones! ”

"Physical?"

"Yellow Rank Body Technique?"

People couldn't believe their ears, there were too few Yellow Order Body Techniques. Hearing Wan Shan's name for the completion of the physical technique, Ah Man's eyes narrowed. This exercise feels like it was tailor-made for him, wouldn't it be too much of a coincidence? Ah Man turned his head to look at Hongji, and Hongji also turned his head to look at Aman.

"What? Hit the mark? Hongzhen chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm!" Aman nodded.

"Then buy it!" Hongji turned his head and looked at the scroll on the auction table.

"Good!" Ah Man answered, and continued to sit on the Taishi chair, eating the spirit fruit. It was as if the person who had just answered the call was not him. At this moment, the monks shouted out that there was fierce competition for different prices.