Heavenly God Mnemonic

Everyone was taken aback, even Zhu Ming looked over in amazement, it was the masked teenager who had photographed the deserted puppet before.

Ziyuan and Xiaoxian were also shocked. How could there be such a bidding, it would be too scary, and they jumped up 30 million.

For a time, all eyes in the field focused on Yang Qingxuan, and they speculated about his identity.

In the void, the two of the four ghosts of Sen Luo were also surprised.

"This kid, really is a son of a big family, 70 million shouted out, without blinking, I have a hunch that this Qingluan's real blood belongs to him."

"The auras on these two teenagers are very calm, and I can't see the slightest clue, they must have cultivated good techniques."

In the auction room, all kinds of discussions were everywhere, and hundreds of powerful spiritual consciousness directly pressed over him unscrupulously, trying to see the true face behind his mask.

Yang Qingxuan frowned and released the coercion of Zi Yan a little bit, and immediately plunged into a black hole all around, as if all the gods had been swallowed in, as if sinking into the sea.

"Hey!"

Many people took a breath, and they all hurriedly retracted their consciousness, frightened. The sensation of heat touched by the divine consciousness almost burned their souls. Isn't it terrible?

"It's no wonder that he wants to **** this Qingluan's essence and blood, and that terrible flame burns. If he refines this true blood, he is afraid that his skill will go to a higher level."

"But that real blood is too little, does it really have such a big effect? ​​This is 70 million spiritual stones, not 7,000!"

"Who knows, you and I don't understand the rich world."

For a while, there was a lot of discussion, and everyone looked at Yang Qingxuan's expressions, and no one dared to forcefully observe his face behind the mask with spiritual knowledge.

Even Ba Wenrui and the red-faced old man, their murderous eyes turned into shock, and inexplicable panic surged in their hearts. They actually felt suffocating power in this young man's body.

"Old ghost, what do you think?" The two persons in charge in the void were also dignified at the moment, their faces full of shock.

"It is indeed the power of the fire attribute, and it is very powerful. This son must have a strong background. As long as he doesn't make trouble, we can watch it quietly. Even if he makes trouble, as long as he doesn't make trouble in this auction venue, it has nothing to do with us. ."

"Well, the sky star field, the thirty-three planes, there are countless strong people. Although there are not many such talents and ages, they are not a few."

After a few conversations, the two of them calmed down, and the shock in their hearts was gradually healed.

Although Yang Qingxuan quoted a price of 70 million yuan in one go, his heart was extremely bitter. This was all his spiritual stones. Three thousand karma fire pawned 35 million, Xiaoxian lent him 2 million, the alchemy cauldron sold for 40 million, plus he had more than 2 million before, totaling 80 million. To. Among them, it only cost five million to buy the puppets of the desert clan, and other medicines, classics, profound wood thorns, etc., which cost more than five million in total.

After the high price of 70 million yuan was reported, the venue quieted strangely. The price was too shocking. Few people had such a large handwriting. At a time of tens of thousands of people, the needle can be quietly heard.

Zhu Ming shouted three times in a row, "70 million, can someone increase the price?"

The red-faced old man clenched his teeth, almost trying his best, his eyes were blood-red, and he roared, "73 million!"

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and a little bit of murderous aura burst out in his eyes, but with just one breath, those murderous auras disappeared, and his eyes became muddy, without any look, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"73 million." Zhu Ming smiled and said slowly: "Are there friends who will increase the price?" His eyes fell directly on Yang Qingxuan, with a slight smile.

Yang Qingxuan's face is a human skin mask, no expression is visible, like a zombie, and his eyes become extremely muddy.

Just when Zhu Ming reported the third sound, Yang Qingxuan suddenly said, "75 million."

"Wow", the crowd caused a lot of commotion, but soon it calmed down, all looking at the old man in unison, waiting for the follow-up.

The red-faced old man was visibly dull, his mouth opened, but he could no longer make a sound. The blood on his face faded, and he looked very haggard all at once, and he sat back on the stool with a "bang", no longer competitive.

Ziyuan was equally surprised. She knew Yang Qingxuan's bottom line was only 70 million, and it was impossible to spend an extra 5 million. If it were a false declaration, the consequences would be disastrous.

Yang Qingxuan seemed to be aware of her anxiety, grabbed her left hand with his right hand, and said lightly: "Be safe, don't worry, it's okay."

Zi Yuan was a little calmer now, her eyes regained her calmness, but her heart was still quite worried, she didn't know how Yang Qingxuan should respond.

After Zhu Ming reported "75 million" three times, no one raised the price and finally finalized, and smiled: "Congratulations to this masked friend. Although 75 million is not cheap, it is worth the price. ."

Yang Qingxuan stood up, walked slowly onto the stage, delivered the goods in front of everyone, and then returned to his seat.

During the whole process, everyone's eyes, especially the red-faced old man and Ba Wenrui, stared at him unblinkingly, as if they wanted to see him thoroughly.

Zi Yuan was stunned, and she didn't expect the handover to come back. She curiously asked: "Why did you come out with five million more spiritual stones?"

Yang Qingxuan replied softly: "We'll talk after we get out."

Zi Yuan let out a "um", knowing that the situation here is complicated, so it's not appropriate to ask more.

Although Yang Qingxuan's strength demonstrated before is not bad, there are still many gods that lock it, as long as he leaves the Immortal Palace, he is afraid of a lot of trouble. But since he dared to shoot, he was naturally not afraid of trouble.

After handing over the true blood of Qingluan, Zhu Ming sighed and smiled: "It's finally coming to an end. After shooting for so long, the old man feels very tired. After sending the following item, I will have a good rest. "

As he said, he raised his hand, a golden light shot into the sky, slowly changing.

The light gradually turned into an oval mirror surface, following the ripples of the water pattern, a small boat slowly sailed out from it, the sails on the top, no wind automatically; the deck is solid, the mast stands tall; the keel is tough, and the sides of the ship are sharp as blades. . The whole body is golden and brilliant, the formation is inscribed, and it looks extremely delicate, with a calm air that can turn the tide.

All eyes were focused on the golden boat, and there was no sound at all. They were watching quietly, as if attracted by the exquisiteness of the boat, and forgot their own existence.

Yang Qingxuan also secretly marveled at what kind of existence is a crafting master who can make such a small boat.