"elder sister!"

In the private room where everyone in Wushuang Sect was located, a girl held Yan Qingmei's hand tightly and looked at the marrow washing pill in Mu Xiaoyu's hand at the auction stand. Her beautiful little face was full of hope.

"Qinghan, this marrow-cleaning pill is yours!" Yan Qingmei patted the girl's head lovingly and said softly.

"Thank you sister, hehe!" The girl stretched her eyebrows and smiled happily, her eyes narrowed like a beautiful crescent moon.

"With this marrow-cleaning pill, I can also become an inner disciple! Perhaps soon, I can become a personal disciple of Wushuang Sect like my brothers and sisters!" Yan Qinghan thought happily.

In another box, next to an elderly Confucian scholar with a pure appearance, a first-class warrior in his twenties begged: "Grandpa!"

"Good grandson, grandpa will definitely take this marrow cleaning pill for you. Don't worry!" the elderly Confucian scholar said with a smile.

"Thank you grandson, thank you grandpa!" the young man smiled.

"Haha!" The elderly Confucian scholar patted the young man's shoulder, his face full of loving expressions.

"I just hope that Taoist Duobao will not come and disturb you! Apart from him, in terms of financial resources, who is the opponent of my Wuwei lay Buddhist?" The elderly Confucian scholar said silently in his heart.

...

When I saw the first auction item, it was actually the marrow washing pill. In the auction hall, many warriors were thinking about it.

For a third-level warrior, 100 million stone is undoubtedly an astronomical figure, but for a real strong man, 100 million stone is nothing.

Although such a strong man can no longer use this marrow cleaning pill, who doesn’t have many close relatives and beloved people? He can’t use the marrow cleaning pill himself, and relatives and younger generations can always use it. Such ancient elixirs are hard to come by. Since I have seen it today, how can I let it go?

Mu Xiaoyu put the box on the auction table with a smile, opened the sandalwood mouth lightly, and the sound overshadowed the noise in the hall: "Everyone, the minimum price is 100 million yuan, and the price is no less than one million yuan each time. Now you can increase the price!"

The hall suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke first. Everyone knows that this time the competition will be extremely fierce, and adding millions of stones to no avail.

Mu Xiaoyu smiled pretty and was not in a hurry. Such a situation was completely within her expectations.

After a moment of silence, a cold voice sounded in the private room of Wushuang Sect: "Two million yuan stones!"

"Wow!" In the hall, there was a commotion, and everyone's eyes fell on Yan Qingmei. He is indeed a personal disciple of Wushuang Sect. He is indeed rich and powerful, and he actually directly increased the price by 100 million stones!

Yan Qingmei snorted coldly, her expression as usual. She was straightforward by nature and didn't like to be dragged on, so she directly raised the price to reduce some competitors who were not strong.

The price of 200 million stones has shattered the dreams of many strong people. Only then did people truly realize how powerful the financial resources of a third-level sect's personal disciple is.

Yan Qingmei is not only a personal disciple of Wushuang Sect, but her two brothers are also personal disciples of Wushuang Sect. It is natural to be able to offer such a high price.

In the private room, Lin Feng's face also changed.

"Two million yuan stones!"

After capturing the Badao Sect, Luoyun Sect monopolizes the treasury of the Badao Sect. In addition to plundering several Badao Sect vassal sects, and dealing with the wealth of the Badao Sect warriors who died in battle, Luoyun Sect also gained huge wealth. This time, Lin Feng left Jinlin City and brought more than half of the Luoyun Sect's wealth.

Now he has more than 400 million Yuanshi on his body. He thought there was no pressure to take this marrow-cleaning pill, but now he feels very stressed.

It was just now that the price had been pushed to 200 million stones. The people in Xiaozhou were really rich. He brought the wealth of a sect, and Yan Qingmei was just a personal disciple.

For Ye Zi, Lin Feng was willing to bet on everything, but if the price exceeded his wealth, he would be powerless. After all, his strength is far from being strong here, and even if he wanted to kill someone and seize treasure, he would not be able to do it.

"It's already 200 million stones!" Mu Xiaoyu chuckled, "Is there any higher 200 million stones?"

A scholar in blue shirt smiled casually and said, "Let's join in the fun too! I will pay 300 million yuan of stones, no matter how high I will not give it!"

"!!!!" Lin Feng's heart twitched violently. Is this still a human being? People say that the price of at least one million stones will be increased by 100 million yuan each time, and you will all increase by 100 million yuan!

He also recognized the identity of the Qingshan scholar. His name was Xu Wenlang. He was a famous sensual sensation in Xiaozhou and also a Level 6 warrior.

"Xu Wenlang, do you want to compete with me for this marrow cleaning pill?" Yan Qingmei turned her head and looked at the blue-shirted literary scholar indifferently.

"Qingmei, I'm just making fun! This ancient marrow cleaning pill can't take two hundred million stones." Xu Wenlang smiled gracefully, "Three hundred million stones are Xu's entire wealth! If he can take pictures of this marrow cleaning pill, Xu will definitely give it to Qingmei to express Xu's admiration for Qingmei. If he can't take pictures, Qingmei must know Xu's intentions."

Yan Qingmei heard this, her face slightly turned and turned her head away and stopped talking.

"Sister, Xu Wenlang really likes you!" Yan Qinghan blinked at Yan Qingmei.

"These sluts are all like this. When you like you, you want to give you all your heart, but what if you get it? Haha!" Yan Qingmei smiled faintly.

Three hundred million yuan stone undoubtedly shattered many people's dreams again. The auction hall slowly fell silent again.

"Give the treasure to the beauty, Mr. Xu is worthy of being a great person in Xiaozhou!" Mu Xiaoyu covered his mouth and chuckled, "It has been 300 million yuan of stones. Is there anything higher? If not, this marrow-cleaning pill will belong to Mr. Xu!"

"Three hundred and eighty million, I want it!" Another voice sounded.

Everyone looked at him and saw an elderly Confucian scholar who spoke, who was the famous Wuwei lay Buddhist in Xiaozhou.

This Wuwei lay Buddhist is also a level 6 warrior, a famous poet in Xiaozhou, and is also a talisman master. Although he is not affiliated with any sect, he is also very famous.

"Sister!" Yan Qinghan could no longer laugh and held Yan Qingmei's hand and begged. From a first-level warrior to a third-level warrior, he not only improves his strength, but also his life span. How could she miss such an opportunity?

"Qinghan, don't be anxious." Yan Qingmei said softly.

Yan Qingmei said with a oh, and her beautiful little face was full of tension.

As soon as Mr. Wuwei opened his mouth, there was a sigh of sigh in the hall. Such a price was no longer something that others could participate in.

Mu Xiaoyu looked at the elderly Confucian scholar and giggled, "Lapid, you are both elegant people like Mr. Xu. Miss Qingmei is a famous talented woman in Xiaozhou. Not only is she strong and has a noble status. She also has profound attainments in poetry and lyrics and essays. She has sang and talked with two scholars. I wonder if the layman took this marrow-cleaning pill like Mr. Xu, and wanted to win the smile of the beauty?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes fell on the elderly Confucian scholars. Yan Qingmei also turned her head slightly, and there was a hint of expectation on her cold and beautiful face. However, there was a hint of unhappiness on Xu Wenlang's face.

Wuwei smiled awkwardly at Yan Qingmei and said softly: "I want to get this marrow cleansing pill this time for my grandson. Now he is also a first-class warrior, and this marrow cleansing pill is just right for him."

Yan Qingmei turned her head silently and her face turned calm.

Mu Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "It seems that Xiaoyu is thinking too much. It is already 380 million, is there any higher? If not, this pill will belong to Wuwei Jushi!"

While speaking, Mu Xiaoyu's eyes looked at Feng Xiao and Duobao Taoist intentionally or unintentionally. If they could pay a higher price, they would definitely be these two people.

Bingren's face was still cold, and he had no expression of Mu Xiaoyu's hint. He obviously did not intend to mix the elixir auction. The Taoist Duobao ate the fruits and fruits provided by Wanxianglou in front of him. When he saw Mu Xiaoyu looking over, he blinked at Mu Xiaoyu with malicious intentions.

Mu Xiaoyu felt chills in her heart, and quickly withdrew her gaze and repeated: "Is there any higher 380 million stones?"

Yan Qing's eyebrows raised slightly and said coldly: "400 million stone!"

In the auction hall, there was another exclamation.

"It's 400 million yuan stone!" Mu Xiaoyu giggled, "Miss Qingmei is well-known, and she really doesn't let the 400 million yuan stone, is there any higher one?"

Mr. Wuwei looked at his grandson with anticipation and gritted his teeth hard: "450 million!"

Yan Qingmei stood up suddenly and stared at Wuwei's layman coldly.

Wuwei smiled awkwardly and said repeatedly: "Miss Qingmei, I really have no choice. This child is my favorite. I really can't miss such an opportunity."

"The words you said in the poems were all lying to me?" Yan Qingmei asked in a voice transmission.

"...Miss Qingmei, I am indeed sincere. But I am old, for my grandson, so..." Wuwei said embarrassedly.

Yan Qingmei's face turned cold and she sat down slowly.

"450 million! This is also the limit that I can take. If it is higher, I won't want it!" Wuwei layman looked at Yan Qingmei's back and grinned.

"Is there anything higher?" Mu Xiaoyu's smile bloomed, "It's 450 million! Is there anyone bid higher?"

Lin Feng's heart was already twitching, and his eyes were sweeping around the auction hall.

Feng Xiao and Taoist Duobao were still indifferent, Yan Qingmei's face was cold and she didn't say a word.

"If no one bids higher, then..." Mu Xiaoyu said slowly.

"I'll pay 470 million!" Lin Feng took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

Fourteen hundred and seventy million, this is all the wealth brought by Lin Feng. For Ye Zi, he didn't care about anything, let alone wealth.

The only thing he felt now was that he was too poor. If he could have more wealth, why would he be so embarrassed?

As Lin Feng spoke, everyone's eyes fell on Lin Feng. Looking at the young man and woman in the box, people's faces were full of doubt.

Who are these two? A second-level warrior and a third-level warrior, who actually carry so much wealth with him?
Chapter completed!