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Fan Xubo's mouth had already opened a little, and the foul words were contained in his mouth, and countless swearing words had already been brewed in his mind.

Fan Xubo had already thought about it, when he jumped up, his eyes would stare at him, his teeth would be bared, and he would point to Chen Jiannan's head with his fingers, constantly abusing and humiliating, so that Chen Jiannan would understand how humble and lowly he was, and then lose his heart and go crazy, and even lose his Dao heart and become a wasted person.

In this brief moment, Fan Xubo planned everything well.

"Slow, 20 million taels, I want it!"

The hall flashed white, and it was a woman's voice with a strong trill.

It's her again, the beauty in the black dress who turned the crystal wall into a light brown, and the beauty in the lace hat who made many male cultivators lose their souls just by her back.

All the monks gasped, and added six million taels of silver at once, which is too refreshing, when the silver is a lump of dirt.

20 million taels of silver, and at least 10,000 horses to carry it.

Fan Xubo originally wanted to humiliate Chen Jiannan, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

Fan Xubo thought it was wrong, and shouted: "No, the new bid can't be counted, the hammer has been smashed, the final word, the deal has been reached, and the green heart belongs to my son!"

Murong Zi frowned and glanced at him, and said unceremoniously: "Fan Daxia, the hammer is still half an inch away from the table, and it hasn't been smashed, you can see it clearly." ”

"The latest price is 20 million taels, is there anyone else who has offered a high price?"

Fan Xubo interrupted the words of the glamorous host and shouted: "The hammer has been smashed, why doesn't it count?"

Murong Zi glanced at Fan Xubo like a fool, and said, "If the hammer hits the table, there will be a sound, there are so many people in the auction, you ask everyone if they heard the sound!"

The sound of the hammer smashing the table on behalf of the transaction did not come out at all, and of course the people present said that they did not hear it, and they were all sighing that the son of the Immortal Sect was actually a scoundrel.

Fan Xubo knew that he was at a loss, and if he continued to fight, he would only become a laughing stock, so he had to sit back on the rattan chair with a black face.

"I'm sorry, but I'm hallucinating. Fan Xubo had to say a sorry word and found a step for himself.

"Van Daxia, it doesn't matter if you have auditory hallucinations, it's good to figure things out. Murong Zi looked at Fan Xubo with a smile, and he didn't mean to blame at all.

Fan Xubo always felt that Murong Meiren hid a knife in her speech and smile, and he secretly hated her in his heart, thinking that one day he would put her in a hundred and eighty appearance, so that this woman would moan desolate under him, begging him to be lighter.

"Twenty million two once, twenty million two two, twenty million two three times. No one is bidding, well, this green heart belongs to ......"

The awl fell heavily, and the green heart was shot by the beauty in the black dress.

Fan Xubo listened to the host announce with hatred that he wanted him to pay a higher price, but he was unwilling.

Originally, the bidding was to suppress Chen Jiannan, and whether he could get his hands on it or not was secondary.

After this turmoil, some magic weapons and rare materials and elixirs were auctioned, and the twelfth auction item was a porcelain vase the size of a blue and white thumb, which contained something I don't know.

The porcelain vase was placed on the plate, and the female assistant did not hold it in her hand to display it, I don't know if it was because this thing was too valuable, and she was afraid of breaking it.

"Now it's up to me to announce the next lot, and what's in this little bottle is ...... Ten drops of spiritual spring!"

Many of the monks below gasped, and this kind of treasure that can be said to be alive and dead has been encountered.

The spiritual spring is a spiritual object that can be used by Buddhism, Taoism, demons and evils, and every monk is eager to obtain it.

Things like Lingquan are too sought-after, and the booklet of the auction items will not be explained in advance, so as not to rush to buy too many monks.

If you want to get Lingquan at auction, you have to rely on luck, and there is also gossip that is very difficult to hear.

"Everyone knows that Lingquan is very scarce, and there is no market for it, the market price is one million taels of silver per drop, but it can't be bought at a premium of ten times, and the inventory of our Nantian Auction House is also pitiful. ”

All the bidders listened quietly to Murong Zi's words, and listened to her tone as if she wanted to offer a high reserve price.

"Our bank wants to repay the support of the majority of auctioneers, this auction gives an ultra-low reserve price, only double the premium, a drop of starting price is 2 million taels of silver, a total of 10 drops, a total of 20 million taels of silver reserve price, now start to rush to auction. ”

Before Murong Zi's voice fell, an evil cultivator with a face covered in sarcoma pimples held up a sign and shouted, "I'll give 30 million taels!"

The evil cultivator added 10 million taels of silver to his first bid, wanting to scare off his competitors, and he shot Lingquan in one go.

This kind of price increase is too offending people, many people glared angrily at the evil cultivators who made the bid, and some of the evil cultivators did not hide the murderous aura on their faces.

"Forty million taels!" Yin Evil glared at the evil cultivator who was the first to bid, and added another ten million taels.

The evil cultivator whose face was covered with sarcoma pimples was glared at by the yin evil, and he trembled with fright, and he didn't dare to bid again.

"Forty-five million taels!" A demon cultivator whose body was hidden in the strange demonic aura and his face could not be seen clearly made a bid, not at all afraid of the threat of yin and evil glaring at all directions.

The demon path cultivation of this demon cultivator is unfathomable, wearing a purple jade waist card around his waist, and the back of the waist card is engraved with the true shadow of the demon dragon, and the front is excited with a special magic seal, and it will shoot out a ruler-long blood light, representing that he is a monk of the Mosa Sect Blood Demon Hall.

The demon cultivator wears a purple jade waist plate around his waist, indicating that he has a high status in the Mosa Sect, and he is the hall master of the Blood Demon Hall, Onedo.

Onedo is in a high position as the master of the Mosa Church, and his own cultivation is profound, and there are many subordinates who do not want to die, so he naturally will not be afraid of the two evil ways of yin and yang.

Onedo and the yin and yang demons glared at each other angrily, their eyes collided, and layers of ripples rippled in the air, and no one was afraid of anyone.

Evil cultivators and demon cultivators threatened each other, the saucer under the porcelain vase was shaking, and the porcelain vase containing the spiritual spring was shaking violently back and forth, and the saucer and the porcelain vase could fall off the wooden table at any time.

Murong Zi coughed heavily, and the fierce battle between the demons stopped.

The white light flashed in the hall, and Fan Xubo shouted: "Fifty million taels!"

Fan Xubo is the son of the Absolute Immortal Sect, so naturally he will not be afraid of the evil demons.

Yin Evil glared at Fan Xubo and shouted, "Five thousand five million taels!"

"Sixty million taels!" Fan Xubo did not let in the slightest, and added five million taels without hesitation.

The scene was a little silent, the price of sixty million taels was too high, and Yin Evil and Onedo were a little hesitant.

It seems that the final ownership of these ten drops of spiritual spring is likely to be Fan Xubo.

"One hundred million taels!"

After the white flash, a voice actually shouted 100 million taels.

There was an uproar, and many of the monks didn't believe their ears.

Who is it that raised the price by 40 million taels at once, giving such a high price?