Not long after taking pictures of the elixir, a maid respectfully entered with a cold jade box and a purple gold card.

"Sir, after deducting the ten points of commission, there are two million and four hundred thousand gold coins. Do you deduct the gold coins you sold and make up for the pills, or do you bid directly? ”

The maid's delicate voice gave Xiao Fan two choices, and after thinking about it for a while, Xiao Fan chose to swipe 1.34 million from the Zijin card.

Then he took out a few pills from the ring and put them on the maid's tray. Immediately, a treasure connoisseur appeared and identified the value of the elixir.

Just waited for a while, and after the treasure connoisseur had identified and taken away the elixir, Xiao Fan took the cold jade box.

Sending away the maid, Xiao Fan opened the cold jade box, the pungent danxiang came out, and Po Zongdan lay quietly on the plush.

Smelling the danxiang, Xiao Fan couldn't help but sigh, fortunately, there were huge resources left by Yunyun, otherwise he could only miss the good things.

Touching the Sea Heart breastplate on his chest, Xiao Fan's thoughts couldn't help but let go, what would Yun Yun be doing at this time.

Soon, Old Man Hua's shouting pulled back Xiao Fan's letting go of his thoughts, shook his head, and Xiao Fan began to wait for the final lot to come on.

"Ground-level low-level defensive fighting technique - Ice Yuan Holy Armor!"

Old man Hua's fluttering old man's voice first made the audience quiet, but in a moment, an unparalleled shout erupted.

Everyone's eyes looked at Old Man Hua as if Old Man Hua was a peerless beauty.

As the maid pushed out the cart, everyone's fanatical eyes were staring at the cart and slowly moving forward.

Xiao Fan's heart was also beating faster when he saw this ground-level fighting technique, as if he was as excited as seeing his sweetheart.

You must know that Xiao Fan doesn't have any powerful fighting skills at all, so he is very eager for high-level fighting skills.

And high-level fighting skills are also the basis for eating in the major forces, and they must be good at home day and night, Xiao Fan will definitely not be able to get it.

Looking at the Na Ring, whose resources have become much less, Xiao Fan knows that if he dies, he will definitely not be able to take out 10 million.

Sitting on the chair like a salted fish, Xiao Fan suddenly felt that life had lost hope.

In the fiery atmosphere created by Old Man Hua, the price of the Bingyuan Holy Armor soared all the way.

Not to mention the retail investors below, even the back boxes have given up competition, and now they are all people in the first few boxes.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Xiao Fan, who has become a salted fish, and Xiao Fan can only watch them squander money with envy.

Suddenly, Xiao Fan found that Fan Ling's No. 5 box had stopped bidding, and instantly Xiao Fan understood that Fan Ling was going to play black and eat black.

Hehe, Xiao Fan swept away the salted fish, because he knew that there was a big battle ahead.

With the ability to shuttle through his own space, it is not easy to snatch things from the hands of several big fighters and fighting spirits?

Xiao Fan looked at the bidding calmly, and soon the bidding came to an end.

At this time, none of the people who could bid were the big forces in the Black Horn Domain. In the end, a middle-aged elder of the Black Wuzong (self-created) offered a huge sum of 10 million.

As soon as the tens of millions of dollars came out, other forces looked at each other and chose to withdraw.

After all, this is not a small amount, and it may not be possible to take it with you if you take a picture, can it?

Blood Sect Fan Ling looked at the Black Wuzong box with a cold gaze, licked his lips bloodthirsty, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

The big forces all withdrew, and no one was qualified to bid, so this Ice Yuan Holy Armor fell into the hands of the Black Yuan Sect.

Looking at the auction that was slowly ending, Xiao Fan stretched his sedentary body and muttered to himself excitedly

"After that, the real competition will come, let me see, the daimyo of the Black Horn Domain."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Xiao Fan shouted curiously.

It was a middle-aged man who claimed to be the steward of the Black Emperor Sect.

He came in, first with a few polite words, and then asked about the origin of the sword.

casually made up a relic of his predecessors, and Xiao Fan fought with him haha.

After sending off the steward, Xiao Fan's black robe shook and strode out.

When he walked around the corner of the street, Xiao Fan's powerful soul perception told him that he had a small tail behind his buttocks.

And there is more than one group of this little tail, there are those of the Black Emperor Sect and the Blood Sect.

Xiao Fan, who was under the black robe, chuckled, "This group of hanging hairs and this integrity, sooner or later they will all go out of business." But Fan Ling's kid is not honest. ”

When he turned into the alley quickly, Xiao Fan couldn't help but glance at the flow of people behind him.

After quickly changing into a white robe, Xiao Fan used his fighting spirit to prop up a little more, and walked out of the same way with a big grin when he finished it.

I happened to meet the anxious Black Emperor Sect stalker, and when the stalker saw that the white-robed Xiao Fan was walking out of it, his eyes couldn't help but light up and asked.

Looking at the stalker who kept gesturing, Xiao Fan chuckled in his heart, pointed in a random direction, and the stalker immediately chased after him with great joy.

Shaking his head slightly, Xiao Fan wondered how this group of people could get mixed up, and they would play with it so easily.

After glancing back slightly, Xiao Fan found that the people of the Blood Sect also followed the Black Emperor Sect into the alley stupidly.

Walking on the street, Xiao Fan bought some food at random, and secretly inquired about Fan Ling's residence.

Black Emperor Pavilion Fan Ling is definitely not qualified to go, but he lives in a top hotel.

Sitting in the teahouse next to the hotel, Xiao Fan waited for Fan Ling to come out.

Just when Xiao Fan was watching the tea, the person who failed to track returned to the hotel and was scolded by Fan Ling.

But there was no way to lose it, Fan Ling could only focus all his attention on the lower level of the fighting technique, the Bing Yuan Holy Armor.

Early the next morning, Xiao Fan had just tasted tea when he saw Fan Ling's swaggering team.

Leaving the tea money, Xiao Fan followed Fan Ling to death.

Out of the Black Imperial City, Fan Ling and the others were not slow, like a spring outing.

Suddenly, Fan Ling and the others turned sharply and rushed towards the other side of the Black Imperial City at full speed.

Seeing Fan Ling's sudden speed, Xiao Fan scolded secretly, and also raised his speed to chase after him.

Dou Ling's full speed was much faster than Xiao Fan's Dou Master, and Fan Ling and the others stopped in a valley just when Xiao Fan was about to lose him.

Hiding his figure in the tree, Xiao Fan stared at Fan Ling not far away, and they hid on the slope of the valley.

Looking at their actions, Xiao Fan understood that this was to fight guerrilla warfare.

Soon Fan Ling and the others hid, and the valley suddenly fell into endless silence, and there was a momentum of mountain rain coming and the wind filling the building.

Even the birds in the sky felt this momentum and retracted back into their nests.

Xiao Fan, who had his eyes slightly closed, blinked violently, because his soul sensed a fighting aura not far away.

Soon several strong men on fast horses appeared in the wilderness at the head of the path, their bodies rising and falling, and the ground was full of dust.

Entering Xiao Fan's line of sight, Xiao Fan recognized at a glance that the leader was the middle-aged man of the Black Wuzong who took away the Bingyuan Holy Armor.

Approaching the valley, the middle-aged man just wanted to remind his subordinates to be careful, there might be an ambush here.

An arrow shot at him with a sharp wind-breaking sound.

The fighting armor appeared, easily blocking the flying arrows, and the middle-aged man hurriedly shouted the enemy attack.

In an instant, their team split and went their separate ways.

And the corners of Xiao Fan's mouth on the tree hooked up a sneer, "Good show, start." ”