Chapter 112
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Then, the white-haired man smiled indifferently, "Nothing! Everything has spirituality. Originally, I was also very curious about what it was. Now, I understand what it is … "
Long Bufan stared at the white-haired man, dumbfounded. What he meant … Was he just here to satisfy his curiosity?
Sure enough, he waved his hand and looked at Long Bufan in the third box again. He smiled and said, "The reason why I'm auctioning it is because it had some strange movements some time ago. I wanted to see if anything interesting happened at the auction. Since it's fated to be with you, I'll give it to you!"
Hearing this, the whole audience was silent. They had nothing to say. What could they say? It's not your thing. Who are you to tell me what to do with it? Why do you care if someone gives it to him?
Moreover, they didn't have the qualifications to care about him. Most of the people from the major forces had already guessed the true strength of this person. Perhaps, as long as the other party was unhappy, he might just turn his hand and exterminate your family. Who could stop a powerhouse who was suspected to be a god?
"However, this thing is the original soul of the Fire Phoenix that the Hybrid Demons failed to refine. It still has its own consciousness." The white-haired man said these words to Long Bufan's mind through telepathy. "If you don't have the blood of the Phoenix in your body and the original soul of the Fire Phoenix resonates, it will reject you and release flames that can burn everything. My green cage can only protect you for three years. If you don't find the blood of the Phoenix in your body, after three years, the Fire Phoenix will break out of the cage and burn you alive like just now."
After listening to the white-haired man's telepathy, Long Bufan's face turned pale. He hurriedly begged the white-haired man outside the glass, "Master, can I trouble you to separate it from my body?"
"The Fire Phoenix has already entered your soul. If it's separated, you'll die." The white-haired man shook his head and replied. Then, he turned to the owner of the auction house and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll pay the penalty …"
"No, no, no!" The old man in green hurriedly and sincerely interrupted, "Master, don't worry. I don't care about the money. I don't need you to pay!"
"Alright!" He knew that if he insisted on giving it to others, it would only embarrass him. He looked around the private rooms on the second floor and nodded lightly. "I've made everyone come here for nothing!"
"It's okay!" Their voices came from all the private rooms, indicating that they were fine.
"Milord!" The green-robed old man followed closely behind and asked respectfully, "Would you like to rest here for a while? We will provide you with the best service! "
"No need, I still have some things to do, so I won't trouble you! After he finished speaking, his figure blurred and finally dissipated in the air, as elusive as the wind.
"Now, I announce that the last item belongs to Room 3!"
The old man's words pulled Long Bufan back to reality. He immediately came to his senses and suddenly howled, "I don't want this kind of bastard, I don't want it!!"
When he walked out of the auction house, Long Bufan was crying all the way. Where was he going to find a Fire Phoenix in three years? Moreover, he had to take its blood essence. This was nonsense. The Fire Phoenix was a mythical beast. He was just a Sky Origin Stage cultivator. A casual spit of fire from it could burn him into ashes.
Back in the dormitory, Long Bufan could only helplessly tell them about the Fire Phoenix under the questioning of Long Yunfei, Lin Yan, and Lei Meng. After the shock, the three of them could only shake their heads and sigh.
"If it's a phoenix's feather, there's still a chance to find it. But for something like blood essence, even if there is one, it would be extremely expensive." Long Yunfei sighed softly and said calmly, "Anyway, there are still three years. Don't be discouraged, boss. I will ask the people of Yonglong Chamber of Commerce to keep an eye on it."
"Then I'll have to trouble you." After Long Bufan finished speaking, he walked into his room and lay on his bed, thinking about how to spend the next three years. Long Bufan was not a sitting duck.
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