Peerless Martial Soul

After confirming that it was correct, he took away 10,000 middle-grade spiritual stones from Chen Feng.

And this scene also attracted a few greedy eyes in the auction house.

There were several men in black sitting in the corner, looking at Chen Feng with undisguised greed in their eyes.

One of them whispered to the person next to him: "Remember their figures, these are two fat sheep. After leaving the auction house later, follow them."

The people next to him responded respectfully.

Soon, all forty-nine lots were sold.

Then, Suna walked down, and the silver-haired old man walked up in person.

The silver-haired old man looked at everyone and laughed and said: "I know that when you come here this time, the most important thing you want to buy is what you want to buy, but it's just a map!"

"I put this sentence here. I am not vouching for the reputation of the Ural Auction House. Haha, the Ural Auction House has no reputation either."

"But I use my face and reputation as a guarantee, old man. All of the hundred maps are absolutely true and not one of them is fake."

"The starting price for each map is 100,000 mid-grade spiritual stones. Bid freely. The highest bidder will win."

Chen Feng was slightly shocked after hearing this.

The Ural Auction House really didn’t open for three years, but it took three years after it opened!

One map costs at least 100,000 mid-grade spiritual stones, and one hundred maps costs 10 million. What a huge number is this?

The silver-haired old man suddenly added: "A group can only buy one map."

"Old man, I still have my eyes on things. After you guys come in, you will naturally sit together."

"Now, I roughly know who is with whom. You guys can only buy one piece. If you dare to buy more, be careful, old man. I'm not polite."

Speaking of which, the tone here was as cold as ice and overflowing with murderous intent.

Chen Feng felt his hair stand on end.

He was horrified that the strength of this silver-haired old man was beyond his previous expectations!

After hearing this, many people's faces behind the masks became very ugly.

This time I heard that the ruins were born, and some large organizations also came over.

They heard that there was a quota of 100 maps that could be purchased. They originally made up their mind to buy 100 maps no matter how much money they spent, so as to keep others from knowing as little as possible.

The old man's words made them give up this idea.

at this time. Suddenly, a tall man with a rough voice stood up and shouted:

"You old coffin board guy, what the hell are you talking about? I have a lot of spiritual stones, why don't you let me buy them?"

"Let me tell you, I bought all the hundred maps today, what can you do to me?"

After saying this, the auction house instantly became quiet.

Many people looked at this big man with extremely pitiful eyes, as if they were looking at a dead man.

And the silver-haired old man chuckled: "Really? Okay! Since you have so many spirit stones, then, if you keep the spirit stones, you can die!"

As he said that, he suddenly came directly in front of the big man.

There was at least twenty meters between him and the big man, but he teleported directly over, and then with a light punch, he instantly killed this big man in the ninth level of the Shenmen Realm!

At this time, the big man didn't even react.

When the silver-haired old man rushed over, he raised his hand to resist, but until he died, his hand could not be raised more than an inch high.

The speed of the silver-haired old man was too amazing!

After the silver-haired old man missed this song, no one dared to challenge him again.

Everyone started bidding obediently, and each team just bought one map.

And there are old men here to maintain order, and there is no malicious bidding. After all, there are a hundred maps.

Chen Feng took action relatively late. When he started bidding, there were only twenty maps left.

Chen Feng and another team won the gold medal. There were about ten people in that team, sitting not far from Chen Feng and the other two.

Chen Feng bid 120,000 yuan, and the team bid 130,000 yuan, and then the price kept rising.

Finally, Chen Feng gently spit out a number: "Two hundred and seventy thousand pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones."

He directly raised the price from 200,000 yuan to 270,000 yuan, so that the team simply did not dare to go up.

They can't produce so many middle-grade spiritual stones.

Several people in this team glared at Chen Feng fiercely, remained silent, and stopped talking.

Chen Feng spent a total of 270,000 middle-grade spiritual stones and finally bought a map!

However, he did not notice that the eyes of the team bidding against them were filled with resentment and a bit of greed when they looked at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng thought to himself: "It seems that this silver-haired old man, even if he is not the person behind the scenes, must be related to the person behind the scenes."

"He restricted each team to only buy one map. It was clearly to allow more people to get the map and find the ruins, thereby completely muddying the waters."

"Soon, all the maps will be auctioned."

Chen Feng and Chen Feng also left the Ural Auction House and walked towards the inn where they lived.

At this time, it was already late at night, and there were very few people on the street.

Chen Feng and Chen Feng were walking in front. Suddenly, Chen Feng's ears twitched and he felt something keenly.

Then, he turned around and shouted sternly: "Who is it? Are you following me sneakily? Get out of here!"

(There will be another chapter in the afternoon)