Destiny Martial God

Zang Yaxuan, in the auction venue!

"Ninth sister, don't worry!"

Seeing the angry girl, the young man sneered.

"Although we are limited by our special status and cannot do anything that damages the reputation of the empire, those people in other private rooms will never let go of the owner of Room 71."

"So, just wait, the Millennium Spiritual Ointment will belong to you in the end."

"Is this okay!" The girl said with some reluctance.

Although the anger just now was real, the kind-hearted girl just liked to play with her temper, and she didn't really want to hurt anyone in her heart.

"Ninth sister, don't be soft-hearted!"

Seeing that the girl was about to start being a good person again, the young man hurriedly persuaded her for fear that she would do something stupid.

"As the saying goes, don't show off your wealth!"

"Even if there is no thousand-year-old spiritual ointment, the number of spiritual stones exposed by the owner of Room 71 just now would have aroused the greed of many people."

"Moreover, according to the style of Tianxiang Pavilion's power-seeking style, the owner of Room 71 must have a common background and no powerful forces behind him."

"So, the moment the auction ends is the moment this person is besieged to death!"

"Alas!"

After hearing the young man's detailed explanation, the girl couldn't help but sigh, and then looked at Room 71 with a trace of worry.

"Ta Ling, that guy really said that!"

In fact, when the auction price of the thousand-year-old spiritual ointment exceeded 200 million, and only he and the girl in Room 1 were competing for it in the entire auction venue, Ta Ling had already used his divine thoughts to pay attention.

After all, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle!

"That's right!" Ta Ling nodded and confirmed.

"Sure enough, just like in the previous life, this guy still likes to backstab people!"

After getting the confirmation from the tower spirit, Yu Haoran sneered.

"But am I, Yu Haoran, so easy to be backstabbed!"

Seeing that Room 71 directly gave a bid of 500 million, Feng Yun looked at Room 1 with expectation, hoping that Room 1 could continue to raise the bid price.

But after waiting for nearly three minutes, he did not hear the bidding sound from Room 1, and Feng Yun's face showed an extremely disappointed look.

Then, looking at Room 71, his eyes were full of deep resentment.

The Thousand-Year Spirit Paste weighing four taels should be around 600 million according to the market price.

If the auction process just now was gradually increased by several million, Feng Yun believed that the final transaction price of the Thousand-Year Spirit Paste would be at least 700 to 800 million.

If he used some tricks in secret, it would be very likely to reach 1 billion.

But Yu Haoran's direct price increase of 100 million or 200 million not only disrupted the rhythm of the Millennium Spiritual Cream auction, but also made some competitive strongmen have other ideas in their hearts.

After the auction, Feng Yun didn't care whether the people in Room 71 were dead or alive.

However, the bidding method of the owner of Room 71 made the auction house lose money and lose blood.

Therefore, Feng Yun took the opportunity when the staff took the Millennium Spiritual Cream and used the small method of condensing sound into needles to assign a task to the staff.

"Want to investigate my identity and then threaten me!"

The tower spirit, who had been using divine thoughts to alert Feng Yun, successfully intercepted the voice of Feng Yun's instructions to the staff just now, and told Yu Haoran.

"Black Bear, now I'll give you a task!"

With a wave of his sleeves, he threw the black bear that had been hiding in his sleeves into the room.

Then, he motioned it to come to him, and then whispered in its ear.

"These are two pills that can change your appearance and temperament. Use them to change yourself!" After instructing Black Bear, Yu Haoran took out two dark-colored pills and gave them to Black Bear, and instructed him.

"Tower Spirit, use your divine thoughts to help Black Bear conceal the fluctuations of his breath!"

Considering that even if Black Bear changes its appearance, it will always remain in the form of a strange beast, which is easy to attract other people's attention, so Yu Haoran can only ask for help from the tower spirit.

"Of course!"

While replying to Yu Haoran, a fluctuation of divine thoughts fell on Black Bear.

After taking a look at Black Bear and closing his eyes to feel it, Yu Haoran nodded with satisfaction, and then signaled Black Bear to leave the private room.

"The fifth-level third-grade Xuanshen fruit can directly improve the cultivation without any side effects."

"The fifth-level third-grade Xuanshen fruit can not only assist the warriors with the cultivation of the Martial Emperor to directly break through a small realm, but also assist the warriors with the cultivation of the Martial King to directly break through two small realms."

Opening the wooden box brought by Qiaomei, Feng Yun, who adjusted his mentality again, pointed to the spiritual fruit in the wooden box and introduced it.

"The starting price of the fifth-grade third-grade Xuanshen fruit is 10 million eighth-grade first-grade spirit stones. Each bid cannot be less than 50,000 spirit stones. The bidding starts now!"

"13 million eighth-grade first-grade spirit stones!"

"15 million eighth-grade first-grade spirit stones!"

"16 million eighth-grade first-grade spirit stones!"

"...!"

The Xuanshen fruit, which has no side effects to improve the realm, immediately caused another round of frenzied bidding among the people on the scene, but Yu Haoran did not participate.

"Yu Haoran, don't you have any interest in Xuanshen fruit?" Seeing Yu Haoran not participating in the competition, the tower spirit asked in confusion.

After all, with Yu Haoran's alchemy cultivation, a top-level spirit fruit like Xuanshen fruit must be able to refine a higher quality and more effective pill.

Logically speaking, he should not give up the competition.

"How could I not be interested? It's just that the time has not come yet."

With a chuckle, Yu Haoran explained while paying attention to the rising bidding price.

When the price of the Xuanshen fruit reached 40 million spirit stones, he shouted directly.

"60 million eighth-grade first-grade spirit stones!"

The direct increase of 20 million spirit stones not only showed the wealth of the owner of Room 71, but also showed his determination to win. This made everyone who wanted to continue to raise the price choose to give up immediately.

And Feng Yun on the high platform, no longer cared about the attention of the crowd, and stared at Room 71 with angry eyes.

Because according to the market price, the value of the fifth-grade third-grade Xuanshen fruit is about 70 million. If it is auctioned through an auction, it should be able to be auctioned for about 100 million.

How could Feng Yun not be angry when Yu Haoran's doubled bidding caused the auction house to directly lose more than 30 million eighth-grade first-grade spirit stones.

"Feng Gongfeng, no one has bid for three minutes. Why don't you announce the final owner of Xuanshen Fruit!"

Ignoring Feng Yun's hateful gaze, Yu Haoran waited for three minutes and then shouted loudly.

"Room 71 successfully bid for the fifth-level third-grade Xuanshen Fruit with 60 million eighth-level first-grade spirit stones."

Qin Yun, who was furious, had forgotten the countdown and directly announced that the fifth-level third-grade Xuanshen Fruit was won by Yu Haoran.

Afterwards, he gave an order to Qiao Mei, who was originally planning to go down.