Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

However, just when Wu Fan was about to bid, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the second floor, which shook the entire Thousand Treasures Palace, appearing extremely majestic and confident.

"I'm offering two million, friends, please give me some face. This treasure will be very useful to me."

In a room, Venerable Qianlong narrowed his eyes slightly and lay half on a chair with a look of disdain on his face. The words just now came from him.

But it has to be said that after his arrogant words, the second floor suddenly became quiet, and no one dared to bid.

And the few people who had spoken wildly just now, who had said that they were determined to win the Spirit Thorn Vine, all turned pale and fell silent.

Although everyone was angry, there was nothing they could do. After all, no one really dared to offend such a grumpy Nascent Soul monk.

However, what everyone did not expect was that as soon as the Qianlong Master finished speaking, an old voice came out from another room.

"I bid 2.1 million!"

This voice was extremely indifferent, as if it contained no emotion at all, and he didn't care at all about Master Qianlong's slightly threatening words.

But at this time, the golden elixir stage monks on the second floor all looked surprised. They couldn't help but turn their heads to look at a room. No one expected that someone would really dare to offend the Lord Qianlong.

However, what surprised everyone even more was that Lord Qianlong did not get angry as expected, but said something in a calm tone.

"Who is this fellow Taoist? From the sound of his voice, he shouldn't be a local monk, right?"

At this moment, Venerable Qianlong was staring at a room, his brows slightly furrowed, but anger could clearly be seen in his eyes.

As soon as everyone present heard this, they immediately knew that this person was also a Nascent Soul Stage monk. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but become interested and looked like they were watching a good show.

"That's right, I come from the "Tou Kou Country". This fellow Taoist can't help but I'm also very interested in this thorn vine. I'm afraid we can't give in."

In a room, the thin old man with a high nose had an indifferent look on his face. After hearing this, he narrowed his eyes and answered his question.

But what he said couldn't help but surprise everyone in the hall, because the Toukou Kingdom was a big country in the central area of ​​the Big Dipper, and it was extremely far away from the Baiyan Kingdom.

Everyone couldn't understand why a senior from such a big country came here. It was obviously impossible to say that he came here for the Thorny Spirit Vine alone. After all, it was impossible for the Tianya Chamber of Commerce to send the invitation so far away, let alone that country. It is extremely rich, and there is also a branch of the Tianya Chamber of Commerce stationed there.

Of course, although everyone couldn't figure it out, they didn't dare to ask.

At the same time, the hunchbacked old man Qing Fangyi on the second floor also looked at the skinny old man's room in surprise.

At this moment, even Wu Fan frowned and couldn't help but touch his chin, looking thoughtful.

Among the Nascent Soul monks on the second floor, probably only the beautiful woman and the short young man didn't have much expression, and they both looked smiling.

"Oh, it turns out that fellow Taoist is from Tuokou country. It's really disrespectful. Since fellow Taoist also likes this thing, let's each rely on our abilities."

Venerable Qianlong sneered, but did not show any friendly gestures because the other person came from a big country. Although he could not see the person's appearance, he could feel that the other person was also an early-stage monk. What's more, he is a casual cultivator, he has no worries in his life, and he is not afraid of offending anyone.

"Okay, since fellow Taoist want to fight, you might as well make an offer."

The thin old man looked indifferent and said calmly with his eyes narrowed.

Upon hearing this, Master Qianlong was furious and immediately wanted to raise the price more. However, before he could raise the price, Qing Fangyi's voice came out.

"Haha, don't worry, I'm actually very interested in this thing. Why don't you add me as well?"

Qing Fangyi stroked his beard with a smile on his face, turned his head and glanced at the two rooms.

"Hey... Brother Qing also wants to participate. Haha, it seems that I have little chance of winning today!"

Lord Qianlong frowned when he heard this, then shook his head and smiled, but for some reason, he didn't show much anger.

As for the thin old man, he closed his eyes directly after hearing the words, and he looked like he was ignoring him, which made him feel extremely arrogant.

"Haha, brother Qianlong, don't say that. I may not be as rich as you. Okay, let's stop chatting, so as not to make this fellow Taoist impatient, I will just offer you two million and a half million. "

Qing Fangyi smiled and actually raised the price by 400,000 yuan as soon as he opened his mouth.

Not to mention that the foundation-building monks below were shocked at this time, even the golden elixir-level monks looked surprised.

"Haha, okay, then I'll add 100,000 and give you 2.6 million."

Venerable Qianlong suddenly laughed and glanced sideways at the emaciated old man's room.

"Three million!"

The thin old man opened his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and said indifferently, but he also directly increased the price by 400,000 yuan.

At this moment, there were sudden gasps of cold air in the hall, and everyone below was dumbfounded. Only then did they, the young monks, realize that the Nascent Soul stage monks could be so terrifying when they took action, thinking that there was something in them. They are already very proud of themselves with hundreds of thousands, but compared with others, they pale into insignificance. The most annoying thing is that the few spiritual stones they have are not enough for others to increase the price.

"snort!"

Hearing this, Venerable Gan Long snorted coldly, and his face turned ugly. After a slight hesitation, he was ready to bid again. Of course, he had this idea purely for anger. After all, although this Thorn Spirit Vine was precious, it was not worth three million.

Besides, the price at this moment was indeed high enough. You know, an ordinary Jindan-stage cultivator would be rich if he had one or two million. As a Yuanying-stage cultivator, he had less than ten million. There was no need to spend more than half of his wealth for a piece of material.

At this moment, Qing Fangyi's face was also not good. He almost didn't hesitate and was about to bid again. After all, as the ancestor of a sect, his worth was not comparable to Venerable Gan Long.

However, before the two of them started bidding, someone in another room spoke first.

"Three million and one hundred thousand."

Wu Fan smiled slightly, and after saying it in a calm tone, he took a sip of the teacup, looking calm and relaxed.

However, at this time, everyone in the hall suddenly turned around and looked over, all with a look of surprise. They didn't expect that someone would participate even at this price.

Among the people present, only Mr. Qi had a smile on his face and was not surprised at all.

"Eh...! From this voice, could it be that Fellow Daoist Wu is here too?"

Venerable Qianlong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but soon, he suddenly shouted in surprise.

At this time, even Qing Fangyi turned around and looked over in extreme surprise.