Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Everyone couldn't help but have an illusion, which seemed to be in Murong Fu's eyes.

Those spirit stones are not money at all, but just a number.

After a while, these people slowly found their voices.

"Did he just say eight billion?"

"Did I really hear that right? That's 8 billion! I've never seen such an outrageous price!"

"I thought that if he could come up with 200 million, he would have used up all his family wealth, but I didn't expect it..."

"Could it be that he wants to fight against two major families on his own? Is he crazy?"

Even Mrs. Zhang and Mu Yiyang didn't expect that someone would come out to interfere.

And this person is still...

The two of them looked at Murong Fu at the same time, their eyes full of complexity and surprise.

Unexpectedly, someone would come out to compete with them during this time period.

He Bing was becoming less and less calm at this time, and his voice was trembling: "Mr. Murong Fu, bid eight billion!"

"Excuse me, is anyone still bidding?"

"Eight billion times..."

As He Bing's voice echoed, the Zhang family and the Murong family began to panic.

Mrs. Zhang kept looking back and looking at Wu Shan's face, which was stiff and pale.

Mu Yiyang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Twice eight billion!"

He Bing's voice continued, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heartstrings every moment.

Seeing that the hammer in He Bing's hand was about to hit the table, everyone's hearts could not help but rise to their throats.

No one expected that their bet would get bigger and bigger, and they thought that the final winner would be between Mrs. Zhang and Mu Yiyang.

However, Murong Fu remained silent and shocked everyone as soon as he appeared on the stage, directly crushing both families.

This has never happened in the entire history of [Qizhen Pavilion].

No one can dare to directly confront the two aristocratic families on their own.

Not to mention financial resources, given the influence of the Zhang family and the Murong family, no one would be stupid enough to become their enemy.

"Oh my God, this guy is so fierce!"

"If he were to take out this final lot, plus the four prices just now..."

"Awesome! In one auction, you directly won nearly half of the lots?"

"..."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Mrs. Zhang and Mu Yiyang's faces obviously didn't look that good.

He Bing's eyes flickered between the two, hoping that someone would bid again.

In this way, she can become the number one auctioneer of [Qizhen Pavilion], and her net worth will double!

However, she was disappointed in the end.

A glint flashed in Wu Shan's eyes, and he looked in the direction of Murong Fu, his thin lips pressed together tightly.

Mrs. Zhang pondered for a moment and then slowly said: "Cousin, this price has far exceeded our expectations. If we continue bidding, I'm afraid the gains will outweigh the losses!"

The latter did not speak and kept his lips pressed tightly, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

Finally, Wu Shan nodded: "You are right, give up!"

On the other side, Mu Yiyang didn't struggle at all and was immediately discouraged.

The two of them shook their heads at the same time, said they gave up the auction, and sat back in the private room.

A trace of disappointment flashed in He Bing's eyes, but his face still smiled like a spring breeze:

"Eight billion, the third time!"

"Let us congratulate Mr. Murong Fu for winning the last lot of this auction."

"Let us all send our sincere blessings together..."

Instantly, everyone present was in an uproar.

They originally thought that with the abilities of the Murong family and the Zhang family, they would definitely be able to raise the price.

However, these two families gave up at the same time without any resistance.

It can be said that Murong Fu made the final decision and directly put out the flames of the other two aristocratic families.

Everyone present looked at Murong Fu with admiration, their eyes full of complexity and inquiry.

Soon, amidst the clear and melodious sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music, the auction of [Qi Zhen Pavilion] came to an end. BiquPai.

From today on, the name Murong Fu has completely spread throughout [Pengcheng].

Some people have even begun to inquire about Murong Fu's life background, hoping to win over him for their own use.

Although the auction is over, each family's calculations have not stopped.

On the surface it looks calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent surging behind the scenes.

You never know whether the person standing opposite you is a human or a ghost.

I don’t even know who is hiding in the darkness.

After Murong Fu delivered all the spiritual stones and took the [Book of Enlightenment], he did not stay here longer and left directly.

Fang Zisheng originally thought about dragging Murong Fu here for a few days, but the injuries on his body were really painful.

He could only secretly convey the news to Fang Wuchang and give up the plan temporarily.

Wait until everything returns to Fang Mansion before making any plans.

He thought he was doing it perfectly, but in fact every move he made fell into the eyes of the other three.

Zhuge Qingyun looked disdainfully: Ha, idiot!

Murong Fu and Miao Yi Nu Bodhisattva were too lazy to pay attention to him, and began to study the "Book of Enlightenment" on their own.

If he hadn't been of some use, Murong Fu would have killed him cleanly long ago.

However, Murong Fu already had a plan in mind.

What bothers him the most in his life is people plotting against him, not to mention the two brothers Fang Zisheng and Fang Wuchang, not even the entire Fang family, he will never let them go!

The group of people walked to the entrance of [Qizhen Pavilion] and met Mrs. Zhang and others.

Mrs. Zhang had a bright smile on her face and stood directly in front of Murong Fu with an undisguised look in her eyes.

"Congratulations, Mr. Murong, for taking this [Qichen Book]. It's really a joy and congratulations!"

Murong Fu was a little unhappy, with a bit of impatience on his face, and said coldly: "Thank you, Mrs. Zhang. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave now."

After he said that, he started to leave.

Before he could take even half a step, Mrs. Zhang's hand reached for the belt around Murong Fu's waist, her eyes were as wolfish as a tiger's: "Little brother, don't leave..."

Seeing this, the female Bodhisattva Miaoyi immediately pushed Mrs. Zhang's hand away with quick eyes and quick hands. Her tone was colder than ever before: "Amitabha, please respect yourself, Mrs. Zhang."

Mrs. Zhang was stopped, a flash of resentment flashed across her face, and then she said unhurriedly: "Self-respect?"

"Hahaha, coming out of your mouth, this sentence is really a big joke."

"If the people at [Tathagata Temple] know that their little Buddhist nun is being teased by a man outside, the consequences..."

Miao Yi Nu Bodhisattva's face was a little ugly, and her voice was even half lowered: "Mrs. Zhang, please be careful what you say!"