In this auction, Long Bufan's repeated bids had undoubtedly caused Zhang Huayun's expression to darken to the extreme. His gaze was like a venomous snake as he stared coldly at Long Bufan, an unconcealable thick killing intent surging in his eyes. Soon after, his lips parted slightly as he sent a True Yuan sound transmission, "Brat, do you really think that you can suppress me just because you have become a Black Robe Deacon? Do you really have the qualifications to be arrogant? In front of me, you are just a lowly piece of trash! Even if you have the Destiny Jade Strip from the Assignment Hall, as long as I want to kill you, I have thousands of ways to make you die an unnatural death! "
Long Bufan's mouth revealed a mocking smile. He did not refute, nor did he send a True Yuan sound transmission to rebuke Zhang Huayun. His entire appearance was as calm as the wind and clouds. However, in Zhang Huayun's eyes, his expression seemed to be mocking him as he said, "If you have the ability, then continue to bid."
Long Bufan's actions clearly caused Zhang Huayun's eyes to turn increasingly cold. There were so many people present. Today, he was the dignified successor of the Zhang Clan. If he was defeated by a fellow from a low rank sect here, he would definitely become the laughing stock of others in the future. Furthermore, he would sink even deeper into the martial heart demon of Long Bufan's resentment.
The frozen atmosphere only lasted for a few breaths. Zhang Huayun took in a deep breath as he weighed the limits of what the clan could bear for him. His voice was extremely gloomy as he slowly said, "One hundred thousand!"
Zhang Huayun's bid this time had undoubtedly shocked everyone present. My goodness, one hundred thousand Contribution Points. That was equivalent to one billion top grade Primal Crystal Stones. If such a sky-high price was used to invest in a Weapon Refining Master, if he was lucky, he might even be able to forge two Saint Grade Weapons.
Of course, the happiest person was Manager Song, who was in charge of the auction in the Divine Weapon Hall. It would be strange if he was not happy to raise the price to such a high level.
"Fortunately, that fellow called out a bid. Otherwise, I would really have to flee …" At this moment, even though Long Bufan looked calm and composed on the surface, when Zhang Huayun followed up with a bid, he couldn't help but secretly break out in cold sweat.
Therefore, this time, Long Bufan did not raise the price again. Sometimes, purposely finding fault could make him secretly happy, but it also depended on the situation and the consequences. If he had enough capital, he would definitely be rich and overbearing. However, in the current situation, he could not even take out 10,000 Contribution Points, let alone 100,000. If he continued to raise the price, he would be asking for trouble.
On the other hand, although Zhang Huayun had called out a price, he felt as if his flesh was being cut off. This was because the clan had already agreed to bear the price of 60,000 contribution points for him. In other words, he would have to pay the remaining 40,000 contribution points from his own pocket.
Although a Saint Grade Weapon was good, the astronomical price of one billion top grade Primal Crystal Stones had already far exceeded its value.
As such, Zhang Huayun, who was originally swayed by his emotions, suddenly sobered up when he shouted out this price. Under his seemingly calm body, he was extremely regretful at this moment. He frowned slightly as he looked at Long Bufan, who was in the spectator seats opposite him. He really hoped that this fellow would be able to raise the price again like before, even if it was just by a little bit.
However, what made Zhang Huayun's vision turn black was that Long Bufan, who was still fiercely competing with him, had actually suddenly softened at this moment! If he had known this would happen, he would have increased the price by 1,000 instead of jumping to 100,000 all of a sudden.
Gutless fellow, bastard! Bastard!!
In a public place, for the sake of his reputation, Zhang Huayun's neck flushed red. He could only angrily roar in his heart. Once these 100,000 Contribution Points were taken out, he would basically be left with almost nothing.
"100,000 going once."
"100,000 going twice."
"100,000 going thrice, sold!"
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