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The old man watched the crowd getting excited, and finally said: "Okay, the starting price of the Red Flame Demonic Lion is five hundred mid-grade Yuan Stones. Now, the auction begins."
"boom!"
After the old man finished speaking, the suppressed voices in the auction house burst out. Someone immediately stood up and loudly said: "Mid-grade Yuan Stone, one thousand."
"Middle-grade Yuan Stone, one thousand and two."
"I'll give you 1,500 middle-grade Yuan stones."
Many people started bidding, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning. How could one or two thousand mid-grade Yuan Stones of the Red Flame Demonic Lion be auctioned off
Lin Feng also sat in the pavilion very calmly. He himself underestimated the value of the Red Flame Demonic Lion, but after seeing the price of the Ba Dao, he understood that the price of the Red Flame Demonic Lion would be even more terrifying.
The girl sitting next to him looked at Lin Feng with interesting eyes. The eyes of the silver mask could still be so calm.
"Master, what should I call you in the future?" the girl asked Lin Feng.
"Name?" Lin Feng's eyes flashed and he said casually: "Just call me Mr. Feng."
"Master Feng, my name is Yi Xue." The girl said sweetly, and Lin Feng nodded slightly. In this moment, the price of the Red Flame Demonic Lion has already reached three thousand middle-grade Yuan Stones. It may soon be It can reach the price of Ba Dao.
Behind Lin Feng, the young man named Meng glanced at Lin Feng indifferently and sneered in his heart.
Standing up, the young man walked to the side of the noble area, held on to the railing, and said: "Today, I, Meng Cong, will definitely win this red flame demon lion. Please give me some respect and don't fight with me. From now on, everyone will Friends, if you insist on fighting, but in the end you can't fight, and you can't even be friends, then it won't be good. "
The crowd's eyes suddenly froze when they heard Meng Cong's words. This bastard actually used his power to overwhelm others. His words were undoubtedly threatening everyone. If you want to be friends or enemies, it's your choice!
Many people were staring at Meng Cong, but they didn't dare to say anything considering that he was in the VIP area and acting in a bad way.
There is only one noble in the imperial city, and his surname is Meng!
"Now, I will give you three thousand and one middle-grade Yuan stones."
There was a faint smile on Meng Cong's lips, and he glanced at Lin Feng. If he dared to snatch what he wanted, then he would make Lin Feng unable to even pay for the Yuan Stone from the auction of Ba Dao.
On the high platform, the old man also glanced at Meng Cong unhappily. This guy actually did this, which made him very uncomfortable.
"The red flame demon lion is mine." Just when Meng Cong showed a proud look, a domineering voice rang out and said: "Four thousand middle-grade Yuan stones."
"Who said that?" Meng Cong's face turned cold. He didn't expect that just as he showed his pride, someone would deny him face and embarrass him.
With a cold light in his eyes, Meng Cong scanned the crowd, looking for the person who had just spoken.
"I said."
The cold and domineering voice came out again, and then among the crowd, a figure slowly stood up. This man's golden hair, and even his eyes were shining with golden brilliance, which was extremely strange.
Seeing this person, many people's pupils shrank, it was him!
"Crazy Lion!" Meng Cong's eyes shrank and narrowed.
"What do you want?" Mad Lion looked at the VIP area with his golden eyes and said indifferently. Meng Cong's eyes froze again and he said with a stiff face: "Haha, it turns out that he is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. Since you want to auction , then I will give you face and won’t argue with you.”
The mad lion turned his eyes and ignored Meng Cong, making Meng Cong's expression even more embarrassing. He had lost all face.
"Puch!"
A sarcastic laughter suddenly came out, which was particularly harsh in the quiet space. Meng Cong's eyes were cold, and he slowly turned around and landed on Lin Feng.
"why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at some people, and their words stink worse than farts." Lin Feng sarcastically said. Not long ago, Meng Cong was extremely arrogant and asked people not to argue with him, but after seeing the mad lion, he immediately backed down, knowing that he couldn't compete. And he said it so high-sounding to give others face, which is simply ridiculous.
The Ten Thousand Beast Sect, one of the strongest forces in the Xueyue Kingdom, is located in the imperial city. It is extremely powerful. Although Meng Cong's status is extraordinary, he immediately flinched when he saw the people from the Ten Thousand Beast Sect.
At this time, Meng Cong's face had become gloomy to the extreme. Today, he was humiliated by Lin Feng several times. He originally wanted to save some face by auctioning the Red Flame Demon Lion, so he used his status to suppress the other auction crowds, but he didn't. Thinking of making things worse again, meeting the crazy lion, and being humiliated by Lin Feng's words again, Meng Cong was completely embarrassed today.
However, other people had no time to pay attention to his mood. The old man smiled faintly and said on the auction platform: "Four thousand middle-grade Yuan stones, is there any higher price? The red flame demon lion, the future Xuan Yao, even grows into a ruined monster." It is possible for the heavenly demons to destroy the earth. At that time, the Xueyue Kingdom will be able to run rampant and dominate. "
"Four thousand five hundred mid-grade Yuan Stones." As soon as the old man's seductive words fell, someone raised the price again. Although they knew that there was little hope of winning the Crazy Lion in the competition, they still had to give it a try. This is the Red Flame Demonic Lion. .
"Five thousand middle-grade Yuan Stones." Kuang Shi's face was expressionless. As long as he decided to do something, he would definitely do it. This was also the reason why Meng Cong withdrew from the competition because he understood Kuang Shi's character.
"Six thousand middle-grade Yuan stones." An old man in black robe gritted his teeth and announced the price.
"Ten thousand middle-grade Yuan stones."
The calm words of the mad lion made the crowd tremble. When the mad lion shouted ten thousand middle-grade yuan stones, he didn't even frown.
"No wonder others say that Yunhai Sect is the weakest among the strongest forces in Xueyue Kingdom. It seems that this is true."
Lin Feng secretly lamented that Yunhai Sect was indeed left far behind. This can be seen from the resources. Tianyi Academy, which is not very famous, has four major vitality veins. Yunhai Sect does not, and Wanshou Sect has not a single disciple. He could freely offer a sky-high price of 10,000 mid-grade Yuan Stones, but in the old Yunhai Sect, low-grade Yuan Stones were extremely precious and could not be compared at all.
"Eleven thousand middle-grade Yuan Stones." The gray-robed old man said with an ugly expression on his face as he squeezed out words through his teeth. Now that his strength has reached a bottleneck, he needs to rely on the power of monsters.
"Fifteen thousand middle-grade Yuanshi." Mad Lion spoke again, making the crowd's hearts tremble suddenly. Then they all had a bitter smile on their faces. Sure enough, no one can compete with this guy. Fifteen thousand middle-grade Yuanshi. Many families can't afford Yuanshi, let alone individuals. No one can bid anymore.
In the end, the Red Flame Demonic Lion was bought by Mad Lion for fifteen thousand mid-grade Yuan Stones.
There was a faint smile on the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. He was already very satisfied with the price. As for the one hundred middle-grade Yuan stones he promised to deduct, others would not care at all. Lin Feng, he did not expect that it would be auctioned for such a high price. Horrible price.
He thought that it would be good if this Red Flame Demonic Lion could fetch three to four thousand mid-grade Yuan Stones at auction.
Arriving backstage with Yi Xue, someone walked out from behind the second curtain and handed a pile of middle-grade Yuan stones to Lin Feng.
"Here are ten thousand middle-grade Yuan stones. You deserve it. You can do the math yourself."
The old man said to Lin Feng, and Lin Feng smiled. Ten thousand middle-grade Yuan stones were more than he expected.
After taking the Yuan Stone, the light flashed, and the Yuan Stones disappeared in an instant. This scene made the old man's expression condense and he looked at Lin Feng in surprise.
"It seems that the old man is out of his mind."
The old man stared at Lin Feng's silver mask. He deliberately took out so many middle-grade Yuan stones to make things difficult for Lin Feng, but he did not expect that Lin Feng actually had a storage stone ring.
A storage stone ring is not something that ordinary people can possess. Lin Feng is by no means simple.
A faint smile appeared in Lin Feng's eyes under the mask, but he didn't answer. The old man didn't ask any more questions. He pointed to the sword beside him and said: "From now on, he is yours, you can do whatever you want."
At this time, the old man was slightly curious. Ba Dao, a martial artist at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, controlled the power of the sword. He didn't know how strong Lin Feng was and whether he could subdue this slave martial artist.
"Come with me." Lin Feng glanced at Ba Dao and said lightly, then raised his steps and walked out first.
The chains on Ba Dao's body had all been untied, and with an expressionless face, he raised his steps and followed Lin Feng's footsteps.
After walking out of the auction house, Lin Feng paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at the Ba Dao who stopped with a cold and ruthless expression.
When slave martial artists are freed from their shackles and are not restrained, they will naturally have their own ideas and no longer be so honest. After all, they are human beings!