The price of three thousand four hundred and one is obviously unreasonable, because the palace woman has already said that the price increase must not be less than one hundred spirit stones every time, and for a while, all the people looked at the palace woman.

The woman in the palace costume frowned slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she wanted to say it again and again, and she didn't seem to have the intention of pursuing the offer of box seventeen.

At this time, everyone seemed to understand something, and no one debunked this detail. But for this abrupt offerer, the interest came.

If the owner of the previous No. 7 box was arrogant, then the owner of the seventeenth Tianzi is simply arrogant!

Who is the Feng Wang? This person is extremely talented, not only the crown prince of the Lucheng Empire, but also the elder disciple of Taishan Academy, even the people of the Taicheng auction dare not offend the Feng Wang.

Of course, everyone knows that the person in Box 17 is not called Emperor Feng, but is just deliberately slapping his face!

"Three thousand five hundred spirit stones!" came from the owner of box seven.

Mu Fan quoted lightly: "Three thousand five hundred and one!"

He also knew that his offer was unreasonable, but the arrogant attitude of Box Seven was already very arrogant, and even the auctioneer did not pursue it, so he completely understood.

"Hiss......"

Everyone thinks that the owner of Box 17 is crazy, and he deliberately targets Box 8, otherwise how could he only add a spirit stone? Some people are even speculating whether there is a grudge between Box 17 and Box 8?

The king of box eight did not make an offer, and at this time he was completely calm. If you want to fight for the spirit stone, the guy in the seventeenth box will definitely not be able to fight him, but he didn't do it, in his eyes, Mu Fan is already a dead man!

The whole venue was silent, waiting for the quotation of Box 8!

But to everyone's surprise, the No. 8 box never opened, and everyone's minds were lively.

There was no offer for box eight, and the owners of the rest of the boxes seemed to not want to participate in the competition, so they all remained silent, and everyone in the venue did not make an offer.

The palace woman sighed secretly in her heart, she originally thought that the two of them would be able to raise the price a little more, but unfortunately it was not as she expected. However, the price of a Miluo fruit is already very high.

Mu Fan got his wish and got the Miluo Fruit, he knew very well what he was going to face next, there was also a strong foundation building beside the young man called Feng Wang, and he had to face it.

After a small episode, the atmosphere of the auction was mobilized.

Many good things appeared one after another, such as the Moon Falling Sand, the Black Soul Banner, and the best magic weapons and exercises, all of which fetched extremely high prices.

Although Mu Fan was also very interested in these things, he still held back, because he didn't have many spirit stones on his body.

"The next lot we're going to launch is called Mu Qing Ao. I believe everyone knows that Mu Qingqi is the main material for refining Zhuji Dan, and I won't say much about the rest, the starting price of Mu Qingao is one thousand spirit stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than one hundred spirit stones!"

Originally, Mu Fan was almost confused, but when he heard Mu Qingyao, he suddenly came to his senses, which was the purpose of his trip.

"Hehe, with Muqing, there is a greater chance of building a foundation!"

"Hmph, there is Mu Qingyi, have you found someone to help you refine the Tsukidan?"

......

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and most of the people who came to the venue today were monks in the late stage of gathering qi, so Mu Qingao's attraction to them was obvious, and almost everyone's eyes were extremely hot.

Mu Fan's face was calm, no matter what, he wanted to get Mu Qingyu today, which was something related to whether he could advance to the foundation building.

"One thousand two hundred spirit stones!" soon someone made an offer.

However, this voice was quickly suppressed by another price: "Fifteen hundred ......"

"I'll give you two thousand spirit stones......"

"Two thousand five hundred ......"

"Two thousand six hundred ......"

The price is constantly refreshed, and Mu Fan has never quoted. He knew very well that the price of Mu Qingao would definitely not be lower than that of a high-grade magic weapon.

"Hmph, I'll give out three thousand five hundred spirit stones!" A slightly arrogant voice sounded, and the entire auction hall fell silent, for no other reason, because the voice came from box eight.

The people in the other boxes may not be small, and there are even some disciples of small sects and royal families, but they are much worse than the owners of box seven.

The palace woman's heart sank, and the three thousand five hundred spirit stones were a little worse than her expected price, but now that the owner of the seventh box is bidding, I'm afraid that others won't bid.

At this moment, a voice sounded that surprised her.

"Three thousand five hundred and one!" a somewhat lazy voice came, and the venue was in an uproar again.

"It's Box Seventeen?"

"Hehe, it seems that the water here is very deep! I don't know what the people in Box 17 are coming from, and they are openly working against King Feng!"

"Let's watch the show!"

......

The woman in the palace dress looked happy, and she almost forgot the person in box seventeen. She doesn't care if there is any conflict between these two people, for her, only the price of the lot increases, which is the most important thing.

In the seventh box of "Bang ......", King Feng's face was extremely gloomy, and he slapped his palm on the mahogany table, smashing the mahogany table to pieces.

"Okay, well, let me find out! What is the origin of this person, and he dares to go against me! He is playing with fire!" Feng Wang stared at the price above the display formation and said in a deep voice.

The old man beside him nodded slightly, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent!

Mu Fan does mean to play with fire, but he has already offended him anyway, and he has nothing to care about. Even if the foundation-building powerhouse next to the young man makes a move, he can't beat it, he can always escape!

What's more, he already had other plans in mind.

Everyone has already understood that the owner of box 17 is clearly deliberately working against the owner of box 8, no matter how much the other party bids, he will add a spirit stone.

The palace woman secretly said that it was not good, and the owner of the No. 8 box did not bid after waiting for so long.

"No. 17 is bidding again, three thousand five hundred and one spirit stones, do you still want to bid in the No. 7 box?" The woman in the palace costume was unwilling, so she deliberately bit the word "again" very hard.

Mu Fan was very unhappy in his heart, although he knew that he had made a feud with the guy in the No. 8 box, but he was very uncomfortable when he heard this palace woman pull hatred.

To the disappointment of the palace woman, the No. 7 box had no intention of bidding.

Mu Fan said in a deep voice: "Ten breaths have passed, according to the rules, the host should also drop the hammer!"

The woman in the palace costume reacted immediately, and hurriedly smiled: "Okay, since there is no one to pay the price, then this Mu Qingyu will be owned by the seventeenth......"

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In a monitoring array room at the auction venue, a middle-aged man looked at the formation displayed in front of him, and an intriguing smile appeared on his face: "Okay, it looks like there will be a good show to watch next, Boan, you go and check the origin of the seventeenth! Remember, don't startle the snake." ”

"Yes!"

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