Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

Besides Yang Can, there were only two people left.

One person was on the third floor and seemed to be a disciple of a sect, while the other person was in the lobby on the first floor, but the other person covered his face to conceal his identity.

And when the price reached 23, the person on the first floor died down, and there was no more sound.

"24 million!"

At this moment, the person on the third floor took the initiative to stand up and ask for the price. He cupped his hands towards the private room on the fifth floor and said loudly:

"Yang Can, right? Cai Yu, a direct disciple of the Yindian Sect, I hope you can transfer this exercise to me, and there will be rewards in the future."

"Cai Yu?" Xu Feng's expression froze when he heard the words. He had heard about this person's identity, so he whispered to Yang Can:

"I heard that this person is the strongest person in the younger generation of the Yindian Sect, but he has already reached the third-rank state at the age of 20, and his qualifications are extremely high! He is the seed player of the three competitions!"

Yang Can tapped the handle of the chair lightly with his slender fingers, but he didn't take these words to heart.

It's an auction right now, not the three big competitions, and the competition is for silver, not fists, otherwise this matter would be even simpler.

He thought in his heart that the other party should not have much money, otherwise why would he "beg for mercy"?Immediately signaled Song Di to continue quoting.

In the hall, Ma He immediately called out:

"Caiyuan Guangjin on the fifth floor offers 25 yuan!"

"You!" Cai Yu's complexion changed, and while quoting, he did not forget to threaten Yang Can:

"25! Yang Can, you don't know how to praise, and you don't want to be seriously injured again in the three grand competitions?"

But it was still Ma He's joyful voice that answered him:

"Caiyuan Guangjin on the fifth floor offers 26 yuan!"

"Very good! I'll be waiting for you at the Sanzong Grand Competition!" Cai Yu said with a ruthless expression, and immediately turned around and left early...

"Junior Brother Yang, this..." Xu Feng's face froze, a little worried.

Yang Can smiled slightly and said:

"It's okay, there are rules for the three great competitions, so forgive him and don't dare to mess around."

Soon someone went upstairs, took the banknotes, and delivered the exercises.

Yang Can was not in a hurry to study, he opened the strong and tight package, flipped through it casually, and put it in his arms when he saw that there was no problem, and went back to talk about it.

There are about [-] to [-] left in him, and the auction is definitely not enough, but he still wants to keep it to see, and the finale of the earth-level skills has not yet appeared.

Yang Can saw the auction of Fenglei Jue just now, and he didn't have many real competitors.

Those sect forces on the fourth floor didn't really ask for a price, so they just meant it.

And the distinguished guests in the private room on the fifth floor seemed to have no interest in this exercise, and only called out a few symbolic words.

Come to think of it, the local-level exercises are their real purpose...

Soon after.

"Everyone! After waiting for a long time, this moment has finally arrived. Everyone must have come here for it, right?"

As soon as Ma Hechao stretched out his hand behind him, an imposing old man came over holding a gold-encrusted red sandalwood box in both hands. He gently placed it on the display table in front of the stage, and then lifted the lid, revealing the purple-backed white box inside. Bian, a well-preserved exercise book.

"This is a foreigner's exercise, a low-grade prefecture-level one, named—'Beng Yu'!"

This time, Ma He changed his normal routine. His introduction to the auction item was pitifully small, only this sentence, but the four words of prefecture-level low-grade, represented everything!

Under the silence of the audience, Yang Can even felt that the temperature of the entire venue was slowly rising.

"The starting price is 20! Each price increase is no less than [-]!"

clang!

Under the ringing bell, the grand finale of the auction officially opened...

Chapter 99: The Three Sects Throw Millions!An apology from the chamber of commerce!

"My Flying Hunting Sect offers 40!"

Xu Mendong's heroic voice directly ignited the atmosphere in the entire venue.

"Hey! 40!"

"As expected of the Flying Hunting Sect! The price doubled as soon as I opened my mouth! Awesome!"

"Hmph! The Flying Hunting Sect is so courageous, 42!"

At this time, a woman wearing a mask shouted coldly.

She was sitting in the lobby on the first floor and mixed with the crowd. She hadn't shown much before, and she didn't really show her financial resources until now, which surprised several ordinary warriors around her to look at her repeatedly.

And this astonishment only lasted for a short moment before it was interrupted by a cold male voice in the private room on the fifth floor:

"45."

Obviously, this person also came for this local-level exercise.

The host, Ma He, didn't even need to say anything, the price of the exercises kept rising in the relay...

Yang Can frowned, and it was exactly what he thought. It was just a small fight before, and the real auction is only now beginning!

"50! My Flying Hunting Sect is determined to win this exercise, and if you have the ability, please continue to call it up!"

Xu Mendong was full of arrogance, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

The person in the Huakai Fugui private room on the fifth floor did not buy it, and said in a cold voice:

"Hmph, it's just the Flying Hunting Sect, how dare you shout in front of my Wenzong? 53! I want to see how much money you have!"

"Haha! Then you should watch carefully! 55!" Xu Mendong laughed.

"65!" Wen Zong's man from Huakai Fugui Private Room yelled angrily, raised the price by [-], and even threatened:

"You Flying Hunters don't really think that you can defend a local-level exercise on your own, do you? Believe it or not, if you can shoot the exercise today, someone will wipe out your entire sect tomorrow? Honestly stop."

"70." With a smile on Xu Mendong's face, he made an offer leisurely, and then said very calmly:

"Scared, the Flying Hunting Sect is naturally afraid, but my Sanhe Sect is not afraid at all, is the Di Wenzong? Come if you have the ability!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a person stood in front of the window of the private room on the fourth floor, and said loudly:

"That's right, our Sanhe Sect is waiting for you at any time!"

"This person is... the Great Elder of the Yindian Sect!"

Everyone was still in shock, but another person stood up, laughed wildly and said:

"Haha, want to destroy us? I'm afraid that you, a little Wenzong, are not qualified!"

"This is the lord of the Fallen Wood Sect!"

Someone immediately recognized the identity of this person.

"Sanhezong... Sanhezong?" A rather old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly called out:

"Could it be the sect that was famous for its joint attack technique decades ago?"

After he mentioned it, someone also remembered this dusty memory, and said doubtfully:

"Hiss, didn't you say they were lost by a woman?"

"Three Great Competitions... Could it be that the Sanhe Sect did not perish, but split into three sects?"

"That's right! It must be so! I'm just talking about a good sect, and no foreign enemies have invaded, so why did it suddenly disappear?"

Amidst the discussion, there was no sound in the private rooms with flowers blooming on the fifth floor.

They could only see that the lights there dimmed suddenly. Obviously, the other party had already left the venue early.

Just when everyone thought that the ownership of the exercises had been determined, the woman on the first floor spoke again:

"Hehe, his Wenzong is afraid of you Sanhezong, but my Tianhe Sect is not afraid, 80."

Xu Mendong smiled disdainfully, stood in front of the window and stared at everyone, then stretched out a finger, and said word by word:

"100 million!"

hiss!

Everyone present gasped, awed by their arrogance.

That day, the woman from the He Sect was shocked, then nodded slowly, and said indifferently:

"Very good. The Sanhe Sect came back out of the rivers and lakes. Its prestige has not diminished. It has thrown millions of dollars for a mere prefecture-level low-grade kung fu. I will definitely tell you 'old friends' every word of this news."

As soon as the voice fell, bang!

A white turbid water spring gushed out from his seat, and the water sprayed all over the sky for a while. When the water light disappeared and everyone looked at it again, the woman had disappeared.

"Okay! Congratulations to Fei... Sanhezong won this prefecture-level exercise with millions of silver!"

Seeing that there was no bid, Ma He resolutely confirmed the auction result.

A full 100 million taels!

Their chamber of commerce really made a fortune this time.

Is the price high?It is indeed higher.

Generally, low-grade prefecture-level cultivation techniques usually fetch seven to eight million yuan at auctions.

But if you really want to buy a land-level cultivation method at this price, even if it is a low-grade land-level exercise, it is tantamount to nonsense.

Because these kinds of exercises are mostly held in the hands of the various sects as treasures, and they must not be easily leaked.

Often there is no price in the market, and it is rare to find it. At an auction in Yujing, the capital of Dagan, there was even a record high of 230 million taels!

At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses, applauding and lamenting the financial strength of the Sanhe Sect.

And just when they thought the auction was over and were about to leave, Ma He spoke again.

"Everyone, go slowly, there is one last item in this auction."

"Oh?"

Everyone in the room was taken aback for a moment, with expressions of surprise on their faces. Could it be that there are even more superior auction items at the prefectural level?So why isn't it on the list?

As if seeing everyone's doubts, Ma He explained:

"This item is the same as the first batch of exercises. It is also a special item added temporarily. It is also a book of exercises, but it has been handed down from overseas."

"As for the grade..." Ma He paused, and smiled a little embarrassedly:

"Our kung fu appraisal master can't be sure, but he can guarantee that this kung fu must be around the mysterious level."

"Mysterious level? What is the effect of this exercise?" Someone asked.

Ma He said with a wry smile:

"It can be used to look inside the body, check the body's condition for hidden injuries, etc. As for other functions, it has yet to be tested."

"That's it?"

Everyone present looked surprised, everyone is a martial artist, which one has no true energy?Aren't these the most basic functions of infuriating Qi?

"Ahem." Ma He coughed lightly, and immediately said:

"The base price of this book is 100 yuan, and the minimum price increase is one...cough cough, [-] taels."

A silence.

Everyone present is not a fool.

It sounds nice, a mysterious skill?There is a huge price difference between Xuan-level low-grade and high-grade.

Even the chamber of commerce can't tell the grades. If it's a low-grade book, isn't it a blood loss?What's more, this thing doesn't sound useful, so why waste money?

Ma He also looked a little embarrassed.

To be honest, they don't know the details of this exercise. They got it from the relics of a couple who were attacked and killed by monsters on the way to Wanliu City. Gongfa.

As for the reputation of the chamber of commerce, he did not dare to brag about it.

Otherwise, if the buyer comes to the door afterwards, the chamber of commerce will also be in trouble.

Yang Can really wanted to make an offer, and the inspiration for the Tibetan Jin Jue that Jiao Jishan taught him also came from afar.

Therefore, he is very interested in this kind of overseas exercises of unknown origin.