Everyone was shocked. Even Zhu Ming looked over in surprise. It was the masked youth who had bid for the Desolate Race puppet.
Ziyuan and Little Xian were also shocked. Who would shout out a price like this? It was really too frightening, jumping up to thirty million in one go.
Instantly, everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Qingxuan. They were all guessing his identity and background.
In the void, two of the Four Demons of Sen Luo were also shocked.
"This kid is indeed a disciple of a large family. He didn't even bat an eyelid when he shouted out 70 million. I have a feeling that the Azure Luan blood is his."
"The auras of these two youths are very stable. I can't see anything wrong with them. They must have cultivated an extraordinary cultivation technique."
Inside the auction house, there were all kinds of discussions. Over a hundred powerful Divine Senses directly pressed down on him, wanting to see his true appearance behind the mask.
Yang Qingxuan frowned and released a little of the purple flame's suppression. Immediately, the surroundings fell into a black hole. All the spiritual senses seemed to be swallowed up, like stones sinking into the sea.
"Ah!"
Many people gasped and hurriedly retracted their spiritual senses. They were quite frightened. The heat that their spiritual senses came into contact with almost burned their souls. Wasn't this too terrifying?
"No wonder he wants to snatch the Azure Luan blood essence. If he can refine the blood with that terrifying flame, his cultivation will probably rise to another level."
"But the amount of blood essence is too little. Will it really have such a great effect? This is seventy million Spirit Stones, not seven thousand Spirit Stones! "
"Who knows? You and I don't understand the world of the rich."
In an instant, there was a flurry of discussion. Everyone looked at Yang Qingxuan with a different expression. No one dared to forcefully use their spiritual senses to look at his face behind the mask.
Even the murderous gazes of Ba Wenrui and the red-faced elder had turned into shock. An inexplicable fear surged in their hearts. They could actually feel a suffocating power from this young man.
"Old Ghost, what do you think?" The two people in charge in the void looked solemn as well. Their faces were filled with shock.
"It's indeed the power of the fire attribute, and it's very powerful. This kid's background is definitely not small. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, we can just watch quietly. Even if he causes trouble, it has nothing to do with us as long as he doesn't do it in the auction house. "
"Yes, there are countless experts in the 33 planes of the Firmament Star Field. Although there aren't many people with such talent and age, there are still quite a number of them."
The two exchanged a few words and calmed down. The shock in their hearts slowly subsided.
Although Yang Qingxuan had quoted the price of 70 million Spirit Stones, his heart was incomparably bitter. This was all the Spirit Stones he had. He pawned the 3,000 karmic fires for 35 million, and Xiaoxian lent him 2 million. He sold the cauldron for 40 million. Together with the 2 million he had before, he had less than 80 million in total. Just the Desolate race puppet alone cost five million. There were also other elixirs, manuals, Mystic Wood Thorns, etc. He spent a total of more than five million.
After the high price of 70 million was quoted, the auction house fell into a strange silence. This price was too shocking. Not many people had such a large sum of money. Instantly, the auction house that was filled with tens of thousands of people fell silent.
Zhu Ming shouted three times, "70 million. Is there anyone who wants to increase the price?"
The red-faced elder from before gritted his teeth and used all his strength. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "73 million!"
Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale. His eyes emitted a murderous aura. However, in just a breath, the murderous aura dissipated. His eyes became turbid and lifeless. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"Seventy-three million." Zhu Ming smiled and said slowly, "Is there anyone who would like to bid higher?" His gaze fell directly on Yang Qingxuan with a faint smile.
Yang Qingxuan's face was covered by a human skin mask. His expression could not be seen. He looked like a zombie. His eyes were also turbid.
Just as Zhu Ming shouted for the third time, Yang Qingxuan suddenly said, "75 million."
"Hua La", it caused quite a commotion in the crowd. However, it quickly calmed down. Everyone looked at the elder in unison, waiting for what would happen next.
The red-faced elder was clearly stunned. His mouth was agape, but he could not make a sound. The blood drained from his face, making him look extremely haggard. With a "peng" sound, he sat back down on his stool. He no longer had the strength to compete.
Zi Yuan was similarly shocked. She knew Yang Qingxuan's bottom line. It was only 70 million. It was impossible for him to take out an additional five million. If the bid was false, the consequences would be disastrous.
Yang Qingxuan seemed to sense her anxiety. He grabbed her left hand with his right hand and said lightly, "Don't fret. It's fine."
Zi Yuan calmed down a little. Her eyes regained their calmness. However, she was still nervous. She did not know how Yang Qingxuan would respond.
After Zhu Ming repeated "75 million" three times, no one else increased the bid. Finally, the bid was finalized. He smiled and said, "Congratulations to the masked little friend. Although 75 million isn't cheap, it's still worth it."
Yang Qingxuan stood up and slowly walked onto the stage. In front of everyone, he completed the transaction and returned to his seat.
Throughout the entire process, everyone's eyes, especially the red-faced elder and Ba Wenrui, stared at him without blinking. It was as if they wanted to see through him completely.
Zi Yuan was stunned. She did not expect the transaction to be completed. She asked curiously, "How did you get an additional five million Spiritual Stones?"
Yang Qingxuan replied softly, "I'll tell you when we get out."
Zi Yuan nodded. She knew that the situation here was complicated and it was not appropriate for her to ask.
Although Yang Qingxuan had shown great strength, there were still many divine senses locked onto him. If he left the Immortal Hall, he would be in trouble. However, since he dared to bid, he was not afraid of trouble.
After handing over the Azure Luan True Blood, Zhu Ming let out a long sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's finally coming to an end. After shooting for so long, this old man also feels very tired. After giving away the next item, I will have a good rest."
As he spoke, he waved his hand. A golden light shot into the sky and slowly changed.
The light gradually turned into an oval mirror. Following the rippling of water, a small boat slowly sailed out. The sails were raised and moved without wind. The deck was sturdy and the mast was upright. The keel was tough and the sides of the boat were as sharp as blades. The entire boat was golden and had an array engraved on it. It looked extremely delicate and had a calm aura that could turn the tide.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the golden boat. It was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard. Everyone looked at it quietly, as if they were attracted by the boat's beauty and forgot their own existence.
Yang Qingxuan was also secretly amazed. What kind of existence was a blacksmith who could make such a boat?
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