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~Date: ~09/21~

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"Fifty-eight million!"

When Yan Zong's voice sounded indifferently in the auction hall of the entire Blue Bird Red Dust Pavilion, quoting a jaw-dropping sky-high price, no one knew that at this moment, his palms were already clenched silently, and his nails were pierced into the flesh, and he was unconscious. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo(

He stared at the No. 3 Dark Pavilion next to him.

He knew that if he wanted to make a bid, it would definitely be the person in the No. 3 Dark Pavilion next to him - Leng Zongxiao Wuxue.

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"Fifty-eight million".

As soon as this price came out, "hiss", and the audience once again sounded a gasp of cold air, and then, it fell into an indescribable silence, even dead silence.

The pins could be heard, and many people's eyes were red, and their chests rose and fell sharply, even if they were not shouting, they were all shocked.

Many people may not be able to possess the wealth represented by a single number that these people casually shout out in one lifetime, ten lifetimes, hundreds, or even thousands of lifetimes.

How is this not despairing.

Not only those people in the audience, but also in the No. 3 Dark Pavilion next to him, Leng Zongxiao Wuxue seemed to be shocked by this price, and no sound came out for a long time.

Yan Zongqi breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and his clenched fingers couldn't help but loosen a little more.

Perhaps, to such a point, everyone is poor in donkey skills, and they have reached the limit of everyone, and it is not easy to bid again.

Every time, everyone's psychological limit will be squeezed, and it depends on who can persevere to the end.

Whoever has tighter strings and stronger strings will be the winner.

On the contrary, the one who collapses first will definitely be the first to fail.

Therefore, Yan Zong thought to himself, perhaps, it will be difficult for someone to quote any higher sky-high prices.

He knew that neither the mysterious person in the No. 2 Dark Pavilion nor the Leng Sect Xiao Wuxue in the No. 3 Dark Pavilion would be able to have such financial resources, after all, he was the first Xuanzong, and it had been a long, long time since he was promoted to the middle Xuanzong.

Over the years, since he became Xuanzong, he has tried his best to cultivate, fighting frantically with countless powerful beasts every day, so the various beast materials he collected, the Fierce Beast Inner Dan, countless of them, each of them, sold at a sky-high price.

Occasionally, you can find one or two good spirit grasses, which are even more valuable.

Although he didn't have many chances to kill a fourth-order fierce beast at the beginning, as his fighting skills became more and more mature, now, he could basically have a harvest every month.

This kind of harvest doesn't seem to be much, it only adds up to eleven or two times a year, but you must also know that fourth-order fierce beasts are not so easy to deal with, even so, the materials on each fourth-order fierce beast are sky-high!

What's more, once it reaches the fourth order, it is possible to contain an inner pill in the body of the fierce beast.

Every fierce beast inner pill that has reached the fourth order, even if it is only the lowest level, is far from what ordinary people can imagine.

The price is even more amazing.

Therefore, for decades, it seemed that he only cared about cultivation, but with these cultivations, he had accumulated a huge fortune.

A large part of these riches were used by him to buy all kinds of pills and secrets to cultivate and improve himself.

And the other part is all on the inscription card in his arms, although for him, this number may not be satisfied.

But for ordinary people, this is already a simply unattainable number of days!

On the contrary, no matter who the mysterious person in the second dark pavilion is, no one knows who he is now.

But just by listening to the voice, he knew that he was very young, in his early twenties at most, and it was obviously impossible for such a person to make a living by killing fierce beasts like him, even if the realm was high, it was impossible to be as high as himself.

Therefore, such a person may have some strength and some background, but in terms of financial resources, he may not be able to match himself.

As for the Leng Sect Xiao Wuxue in the No. 3 Dark Pavilion, although his strength is not weak, he has only been promoted to the lower Xuanzong for a few years.

Such a person, if he hunts a fierce beast, at most a third-order top-level or semi-fourth-order fierce beast, even a fourth-order low-level fierce beast, may not be able to deal with it.

In this way, the fastest speed at which he can accumulate wealth is definitely far inferior to himself, not to mention that there is such a huge difference in the time when the two became Xuanzong.

Therefore, Leng Zongxiao has no blood, and he should have reached the limit.

In addition to these two people, the entire auction venue, and Princess Lingyin in the No. 1 Dark Pavilion downstairs, were a little oppressive to herself.

After all, this mysterious girl is from a transcendent existence that even he has to look up to, the Six-Rank Sect - Shanjian City.

Seeing that in the city, there are only fifty or sixty million Xuanjing, but I am afraid that it is not even a fur.

However, he also has an advantage, that is, his own Xuanjing, he can make his own decisions, and Princess Lingyin, although she is the eldest princess of Shanjian City, is just a code name.

Many things are still involuntary, above her, there are more and more powerful people, before breaking through Xuanzong, no matter how noble her status is, in Shanjian City, the rights and interests that can be obtained may not be great.

This is one point, and another point, just because, in the city, let alone the high-level of the green level, it is the top level of the green level, and even the secrets of the low-level and intermediate level of the blue level can be seen everywhere.

How could such a person who came out of existence be like him, willing to pay all the price for a mere high-level secret.

Once they reach their psychological bottom line, they are often the first group of people to give up.

After all, as long as they compare them, they will feel that such a bid is not worth it.

And that's where his advantage lies.

As for the Jackdaw City Heavenly Crow Ancestor in the Fourth Dark Pavilion, Yan Sect Qi Scales really ignored it and didn't bother to take it to heart at all.

Such a man who is greedy for power and deceived by worldly money is not worthy of being his opponent.

So, he's waiting...... Waiting for the reaction of the three people is also waiting for the beginning of the final ending of this auction conference.

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In the No. 3 Dark Pavilion on the third floor, Leng Zongxiao Wuxue didn't know what he was thinking, and no sound came out for a long time.

On the second floor, in the No. 1 Dark Pavilion, Princess Lingyin of Shanjian City couldn't help frowning, and a look of hesitation appeared on her face.

I didn't open my mouth for a long time.

Offstage, the red-haired auctioneer naturally hoped that the more bidders there were, the better, but seeing that the auction had entered a stalemate and reached an impasse, if he didn't open his mouth, he was afraid that there would be an uproar.

Therefore, although he was anxious, he still had to raise the hammer and said in his heart: "Then I will burn another fire, and see which of you is in a hurry!"

So, he didn't care about the reactions of the people around the audience, and said directly: "Okay, now the master in the No. 1 Dark Pavilion has bid 58 million Xuanjing, is there anything higher, I count one, two, three, three hammers fall, no matter what the result is, it will not change, so if there are any people who want to bid, please bid as soon as possible!"

"One, two......"

With his shouting, two hammer sounds, in the entire auction hall, can be heard clearly, everyone is nervous, they all know that the last moment has finally come.

Everyone looked up and looked at the direction of the No. 3 Dark Pavilion on the third floor, and everyone wanted to know what kind of thoughts Leng Zongxiao Wuxue was thinking at the moment in the No. 3 Dark Pavilion.

Will there be a bid?

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No one knew that at this moment, under the noise and nervousness of the outside world, on the third floor, in the No. 3 Dark Pavilion, Leng Zongxiao was bloodless but leisurely playing with an iron card in the palm of his hand.

The iron plate is four inches long, three inches wide, shaped like a strange bird with wings, above the front, there is a circle, in the circle, wisps out an ancient traditional Chinese "seven" character.

Next to it, five flames are carved.

Turned over, the back is a humanoid figure, without ears, tongues, mouths, noses, and only a silhouette, perhaps more like a shadow.

An open short bow, a long arrow about to leave the string, held in three fingers, was facing the figure.

A murderous aura came to the face, looking particularly weird and gloomy.

No one could understand what this iron plate meant, except for a few very special people.

At this moment, his narrow eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something, and one hand unconsciously tapped on the table next to him.

But once his gaze fell on the iron plate in his hand, his gaze would become extremely cold.

At this moment, on him, it seemed to exude a wolf-like wild aura, giving people an extremely bloodthirsty feeling.

In front of people, Leng Zongxiao Wuxue is just a playboy in the game world, lazy, casual, and has no lethality at all, but at this moment, Leng Zongxiao Wuxue does not have the laziness of a playboy at all, but is like an unsheathed sword, a murderous sword.

No one has ever seen Leng Zongxiao's bloodless side, is all this just because of the nameless iron plate in his hand?

Hearing the last last note of the red-haired auctioneer's two words outside the pavilion, the moment the three words were about to exit, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He slowly raised his head, faced out the window, and slowly spoke, "Fifty-nine million!"

As soon as Leng Zongxiao Wuxue's unique lazy voice came out, Yan Zongqi's heart sank violently.

All of a sudden, his face became extremely ugly.

On the second floor, in the No. 1 Dark Pavilion, there was a chuckle.

"Xiao Gongzi is really courageous, Lingyin is ashamed of himself, and he has withdrawn from this competition, and this secret book will be given to Xiao Gongzi. ”

Obviously, at this point, even Princess Lingyin, who came from Shanjian City, one of the four major sects, didn't want to continue bidding.

In the audience, the red-haired auctioneer's smile reached the corners of his mouth, in fact, he was already extremely satisfied when he arrived here, and tonight's dividends were indispensable.

He shouted: "Xiao Wuxue on the third floor Xiao Gongzi bid 59 million, and there is no bidding for it, if not, then I will announce that this Qing-level high-level Tianxuan Fire Scroll, with three other 'Red Scale Fruits' that can increase the power of the fire system and assist in cultivating this volume of Xuangong, will also belong to Xiao Wuxue, one of the two major Xuanzong of my Sunset City, Lord Xiao!"

After speaking, he wanted to knock down the auction hammer in his hand and end the auction conference.

At the moment when everyone felt that everything had settled, Yan Zong Qi had already given up, on the third floor, in the No. 2 Dark Pavilion, Ye Bai's voice sounded faintly, and as soon as he made a sound, it shook the entire Jade Bird Red Dust Pavilion.

"Sixty million!"

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