"Yuan Ling Heaven Opening Sword, the bidding price is 15 million spirit source stone, each bid must not be lower than 1 million, let the bidding begin."
"80 million!"
As soon as he finished.
The people on Long Fei's side immediately called out a price.
The entire audience fell silent again.
What was this called?
It was over before it even started.
How could they not let anyone live?
After a few rounds, everything was taken care of by Long Fei and the others.
This was called an auction?
This was called a contract auction.
Someone could no longer sit still and said, "Everything is bought at a high price. What are you trying to do? Who the hell are you? "
"Exactly."
"Which sect are you from?"
"This old man has seen countless auctions, but I've never seen an auction like this."
"Is it money or hype?"
… ….
Many people were very unhappy with Long Fei and the others' actions.
Zhao Da Han walked out, seeing that everyone was unhappy, he laughed, and said: "I have money, what can you do to me?"
"Unhappy?"
"If you're unhappy, then bid with us."
He was rich, he was a tycoon.
He didn't want you to have a chance to bid.
"Brat, don't be so arrogant." An old man said heavily.
Zhao Da Han placed his hands on his waist, laughed, and said: "I am just that arrogant, what's wrong? I'm asking you what's wrong? Bite me? "
"I have money, so why can't I bid?"
Very arrogant and very arrogant.
Long Fei smiled faintly. This was how people should be.
If he pretended to be weak when he was strong, then what was the point of living? He had to be arrogant.
Zhao Da Han's words made those people so angry that they couldn't speak.
Indeed.
This was an auction, the highest bidder would win.
You're not happy?
If you're not happy, then bid a higher price!
The auctioneer also repeatedly confirmed that Long Fei and the others had paid.
However …
Every transaction was calculated very clearly. The opportunity was to pay for the item, and not a single cent was owed.
This way, even the auction house had no reason to stop Long Fei and the others from bidding.
The auctioneer said, "Everyone, please calm down. The rule of the auction is that the highest bidder wins. This is an unchanging rule."
"I'm just a small auctioneer, I can't change anything."
"I can only say …"
"Sir in room number seven, can you give them a little chance? Even if it's just bidding, you should at least give them a chance."
Zhao Da Han said reluctantly, "Alright, I'll let you guys bid first for the next item."
The auctioneer immediately waved his hand and gestured for the item to be brought up. "This is a set of armor, it can …"
A brief description.
"The starting price is 20 million Spirit Origin Stones. Start bidding."
No one bid.
Instead, everyone was looking at Long Fei's private room.
The auctioneer coughed and said, "Begin the bidding."
A man carefully raised his card and said, "21 million."
"220 million!"
"240 million!"
…
If someone took the lead, others would follow suit.
However, the amount of money added each time wasn't much.
Zhao Da Han was an impatient person, and he was very unhappy when he saw them increase the price by one million. He shouted, "How long do you want to keep increasing the price by one million? Eighty million! "
A single sentence of 'eighty million' instantly stunned everyone present.
Silence again.
Those who had just made a bid wanted to die.
Was this a monkey show?
Let them jump around for a while, then slap them and make them stop.
Many people were unhappy.
They were all secretly investigating the identity of room number seven.
However …
They didn't find anything.
Whether it was the Ancient Fierce Sect or the identity of Long Fei and the others, no one remembered them in the tide of sects in the Ancient World.
People would only remember the strong.
No one would remember a mediocre person.
The strength of the Ancient Fierce Sect was simply too weak. They couldn't even enter the top 100 sects. Every Sect Gathering, they would only come to the side.
Who would remember this kind of sect?
Therefore.
Even if Long Fei and the others had a sect emblem on their clothes, no one would know which sect they were from.
However …
This made those high-level sects very unhappy.
"Abyssal Flame Wheel."
"The weapon of a fire element cultivator, this is a semi-divine tool."
"It's made from Hell Flame Ore. It's a rare weapon. The starting price is 50 million. Let the bidding begin."
The auction continued.
Wu Huo became excited, "This weapon is completely tailored for me."
Immediately.
He walked out, swept his gaze around, and said: "Does anyone have a bid? If you have a bid, you can go first. "
Everyone was silent.
No matter who bid, they would only be a foil for Wu Huo. Furthermore, they would be toyed with, so they naturally wouldn't be willing to bid first.
Wu Huo giggled and said: "Then I'll bid 51 million."
The auctioneer was not in a hurry, and said: "50 million one million, is there anyone higher than this?"
"51 million is like buying a semi-divine tool?"
"Humph!"
"Aren't you thinking too much?"
"55 million."
Someone started to bid.
Moreover, everyone's enthusiasm had risen again. At this time, Wu Huo suddenly said, "100 million!"
The entire audience was stunned.
How could there be such a bidding war?
He was really toying with them.
An old man could no longer sit still, his aura was released, and with a heavy voice, he said: "Which sect's disciples are you from?"
His body ignited with flames.
Obviously, he was also a fire element cultivator.
Wu Huo said: "If you want to bid, then bid. Why are you asking about the sect? Do you want to bid or not? If you want to bid, then hurry up and don't waste my time. "
He completely ignored the old man.
"Too arrogant." The old man was enraged, the pressure on his body suddenly moved, "Boom!"
The pressure of the flames that could be seen with the naked eye pounced towards Wu Huo like a giant python, wanting to devour him in an instant.
Everyone was shocked.
"Alright!"
"Swallow him!"
"Let's see how he can still be arrogant."
"Kill him!"
They were all cheering.
Long Fei and the others had aroused public anger.
Those who wanted to buy things all hated Long Fei and the others to death.
This old man had come tonight for the 'Abyssal Flame Wheel', but he had only prepared 80 million. In the past, this amount of money would have been enough.
However … He had just called out a price and was instantly killed.
How could he endure the rage in his heart?
Furthermore, he was a young brat.
The pressure of the Fire Python moved, instantly making Wu Huo kneel on the ground.
Everyone was waiting for Wu Huo to be embarrassed.
However …
It was as if Wu Huo did not sense the approaching danger at all. He stood there motionlessly, without any intention of resisting.
The corner of the old man's mouth curled up, and he sneered in disdain, "Kneel!"
This kind of reaction energy could not withstand the pressure of his Fire Python at all.
He was proud in his heart.
However.
When his Fire Python's pressure swallowed Wu Huo, the flame aura completely disappeared.
Wu Huo did not move at all, not a single strand of his hair was harmed.
The old man's pressure was like air, it disappeared the moment it pounced onto Wu Huo's body.
What a joke!
Was the name of the Five Elements Fire for nothing?
He was the Fire Ancestor.
Did Wu Huo even need to look at a flame attack?
Everyone was stunned.
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