Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

Everyone looked up at the private room of Beiwu Sword Domain, wondering if they would continue to bid.

This Hun Tian Xian Juice is a rare divine object. If the sect can get this half jar, it will be able to train another batch of disciples with excellent talents and bones.

Even if the efficacy is not discussed, Beiwu Sword Domain has to fight for face. It can't back down as soon as the ancient dragon clan bids. What will happen?

As expected by the outstanding cultivators, Beiwu Sword Domain did bid, but this time the voice bidding was not an old man, but a young man. The cultivators guessed that it was most likely Xie Tianjun.

"31 million spiritual stones."

As soon as the voice fell, Ao Wuji's voice sounded: "32 million."

"33 million spiritual stones."

"35 million."

Ao Wuji raised the price to 35 million spiritual stones lightly, making more than 90% of the cultivators present dry their mouths and stare in amazement.

This is a big spendthrift, spending millions of dollars without blinking an eye.

They fantasized that if they had so many spirit stones, they would have gone out to enjoy themselves, how could they bring them here to waste?

In the private room on the second floor, Xie Tianjun frowned and asked Zhou Yi beside him, "Uncle Master, are we still fighting for it?"

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and said calmly, "This item is extremely rare and has infinite uses. Even if you spend all the spirit stones you must bring, it is worth it."

"Yes, Uncle Master."

Xie Tianjun nodded, his breath sinking into his Dantian, and shouted, "Thirty-six million spirit stones."

In another private room, a core strongman of the Ancient Dragon Clan with an unfathomable aura said, "Third Prince, we came in a hurry and didn't bring too many spirit stones."

"This is only the first divine item. There are two unknown divine objects inside, which may be more useful to us. "

"If you spend the spirit stones now, you will not be able to compete with them later."

Ao Wuji glanced at him, "My lord, do you need to remind me?"

The strong man retreated half a step and bowed his head and said, "I am overstepping my authority, please forgive me, Third Prince."

Ao Wuji sneered, "Even if we don't fight for this Hun Tian Xian Juice, we can't let them get it easily."

"I'll offer 40 million spirit stones."

As Ao Wuji's voice fell, all the cultivators below took a breath.

Good guy, raising the price by 4 million in one breath, how many spirit stones does the Third Prince of the Ancient Dragon Clan have?

Yan Bingqiao on the auction stage didn't expect Ao Wuji to bid like this. She was stunned for a long time, and then a bright and moving smile appeared on her face.

"The Third Prince of the Ancient Dragon Clan bid 40 million spirit stones, is there a higher price than this?"

There was silence in the audience.

Dong.

The auction hammer fell.

"Forty million spiritual stones, the first time."

Xie Tianjun's voice sounded again: "Forty-one million spiritual stones."

Yan Bingqiao's smile became brighter and brighter. The higher the buyer's bid, the happier she was.

Ao Wuji said sarcastically: "Don't bid if you don't have spiritual stones. How long will it take to bid one million at a time? I'll bid forty-five million."

Xie Tianjun's eyebrows were twisted into a "Chuan" character, and an angry look appeared on his face. He turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yi.

But he was still resting with his eyes closed, unmoved. She was about to continue bidding, but was interrupted by Jiang Zitang: "Big Brother, he seems to be doing it on purpose."

Xie Tianjun nodded: "I can see that too. When ordinary people auction items, the less spiritual stones they spend, the better. But he seems to want the price to be higher, and each bid is a lot."

Jiang Zitang nodded in agreement: "Yes, and although the increase in his price is high, it is always within our tolerance range. We are just afraid that if we raise the price too high, we will stop at the last minute, and they will shoot themselves in the foot."

She looked at Zhou Yi: "Uncle Master, are we going to suffer a loss in vain?"

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, "The Hun Tian Xian Juice is very important, even if we suffer a loss, we can only endure it."

Jiang Zitang said: "In this case, let's not grind slowly, just increase it to 50 million in one go, creating the illusion of a desperate bet, and he may not interfere again."

This is the gambler's mentality, which Jiang Zitang learned from the uncles and uncles in the mercenary group when he was a child.

They can often play a bad hand of cards brilliantly, win big with a small investment, and be unexpected.

When a person is unlucky, only by being calm, operating and planning, and calculating with insight into people's hearts, can there be a chance of winning.

Xie Tianjun nodded and directly bid: "50 million spiritual stones."

The guests below all felt dizzy when they heard this.

50 million spiritual stones, that's a full 50 million spiritual stones. Beiwu Sword Domain is worthy of being the top sect in the upper realm. It is indeed rich and powerful.

But even Beiwu Sword Domain would feel painful to take out so many spiritual stones at once.

Some cultivators whispered.

"Just now the bids were one million, five hundred thousand, and two hundred thousand. Why is it suddenly so much now?"

"It should be that they only have so many spirit stones and they want to give it a try."

"I guess so. After all, this auction was decided to be held at the last minute. There was no news beforehand. Beiwu Sword Domain came from afar and must not have brought many spirit stones."

"Can't IOU be issued?"

"Brother, is this your first time here?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

"The rules of Putian Chamber of Commerce are that no credit is allowed and no IOU is issued. All transactions must be paid on the spot. Empty promises will not be recognized."

"I see."

In the private room on the second floor, an ordinary-looking Ancient Dragon Clan warrior reminded: "Third Prince, it seems that they can only take out this much, stop it."

Ao Wuji crossed his legs and asked: "Do you think they might be playing psychological tactics?"

The Ancient Dragon Clan warrior replied: "Third Prince, whether they are playing psychological tactics or not, we should stop."

Ao Wuji narrowed his eyes: "You dare to talk to me like this because you are my father's confidant."

"I dare not, I am just thinking about the overall situation."

The Ancient Dragon Clan warrior lowered his head, neither humble nor arrogant.

Ao Wuji stared at him coldly: "Ao Mingjian, in the Ancient Dragon Clan, I am the master and you are the servant. I hope you can understand the relationship between the master and the servant."

"Recognize your own status. There are some things that you, a servant, cannot interfere with. Do you understand?"

Ao Mingjian said respectfully: "I understand."

There was no joy or sadness on his face, and he seemed not to be angry at all because of what Ao Wuji said just now.

Yan Bingqiao knocked the hammer three times in a row, and the last pound and seven ounces of Hun Tian Xian Juice were won by Bei Wu Jian Yu.

The auction continued, and the monks present were finally able to show their skills. In order to compete for the treasure, they shouted out prices with red faces and thick necks, not to mention how fierce it was.

Finally, the seventh item was put on the stage, and it was also the second divine object of this auction.

Yan Bingqiao smiled like a flower, "This time the item is a top-grade holy weapon that has not been infused with spirits, the Zixiao bracelet."

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately exploded.

"What? It's actually a top-grade holy weapon, and it's not infused with spirit!"

"Oh my god, a top-grade holy weapon, this is a holy object that can compete with the great power of Xuansheng."

Yan Bingqiao was very satisfied with the reaction of the crowd, and introduced with a smile: "The origin of this bracelet is unknown, but according to its owner, this bracelet is a personal belonging of the immortals in the fairy world. It accidentally fell into the mortal world and appeared in his dream, so he picked it up."

"This rumor is for reference only. As for whether it is true or false, please judge for yourself."

"According to the appraisal of the appraiser of this auction house, the Zixiao bracelet can absorb the spiritual energy of the world, and can also absorb the light of the moon at night to replenish spiritual power by itself. Wearing it can have the miraculous effect of cleansing bones and marrow and internal cultivation."

"When injecting magic power, it will bloom with five-color divine light, kill enemies and protect the body, and slay demons and monsters!"

Yan Bingqiao said, already holding the Zixiao bracelet and injecting a little magic power.

In an instant, the extremely brilliant five-color divine light illuminated the entire auction house. All the cultivators felt the spiritual energy of the world and the five elements around them, and all gathered towards the auction table.

In the five-color light that fluttered like ribbons, there were the circulation of the Zhoutian stars and the light of the bright moon. The strange light colors made people intoxicated.

Yan Bingqiao held the Zixiao bracelet in his hand, took two steps forward, and said with a smile: "Please ask one of the Taoist friends present to attack me and try the power of this Zixiao bracelet."

The cultivators were eager to try, and finally a Xuanhuang realm strongman from Ganyong City stood up, "Let me try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light flashed in his palm, and a strangely shaped four-wheeled knife appeared, and he threw it out with force.

The four-wheeled knife rotated rapidly in the air, split into four, and emitted a harsh sonic boom, and slashed at Yan Bingqiao on the auction table.

Yan Bingqiao didn't dodge or evade, nor did he use his body-protecting Qi to block, he just stood there.

The four blades slashed down heavily, but were frozen in mid-air by the misty five-colored divine light. The next moment, they silently turned into four balls of flying ash.