Forty-hundred thousand yuan of gold and mysterious jade, I actually added another 30,000 yuan!

The smile on Cheng Zhuo's face froze. He looked at Zhou Cheng in disbelief. He couldn't figure out how a mere weapon refiner in the Yingpo stage dared to refute his face so arrogantly.

Doesn’t this kid know how big the gap between Yingpo Chukai and the peak of the central realm? He actually dares to treat someone who can crush him to death with one finger!?

Although Cheng Zhuo is both confused and angry now, he is the leader of a sect after all, and cannot express his feelings in his heart. He said in a deep voice: "Eighty hundred thousand gold and mysterious jade, even if the ordinary sect family gives away everything, I am afraid there will not be so much."

He did not directly say what Zhou Cheng was wrong, but these words easily made people suspicious. Generally, aristocratic sects have all their talents and assets. Why do you, a boy who is not yet adult, have so many treasures?

Zhou Cheng looked at the old man with a long hair and a young face in front of him, and suddenly smiled slightly, and sent a voice to him: "Below is a true disciple of Chunyang Sect, the first-ranked "Crazy Sword" Huaizhen Taoist, the first-ranked "Mad Sword", is the third-ranked true man of Jin Xu on the earth. Oh, by the way, Yuxu Tianzun on the sky is my uncle."

At this time, we naturally have to show our backstage. After all, we have no way to deal with the weapon refiner at the peak of the central realm.

Listening to Zhou Cheng telling a bunch of dazzling names like a family treasure, Cheng Zhuo suddenly felt the scene in front of him a little dazed, and cursed in his heart: "Didn't you look at the calendar when you go out today?"

None of the people Zhou Cheng mentioned just now could afford to be provoked by him. Any of those people could blow him to death in one breath!

"Are you Zhou Qingyuan, the 'Earth Demon True Immortal'?" Cheng Zhuo's divine sense transmitted a voice and asked tentatively.

Zhou Cheng nodded, followed Cheng Zhuo's tone just now, and said, "That's right!"

Cheng Zhuo was even more shocked when he heard this. If the young man in front of him was really Zhou Qingyuan, then behind him was Zhou Weiqi, the Goddess of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the seventh place in the local list!

At least two gods, one god, no, three gods. Taoist Huaizhen has the strength to kill the god!

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhuo shivered suddenly, and suddenly felt like he was escaping, and he thought to himself: "Fortunately, I didn't do anything too much."

Cheng Zhuo is a very successful socialite. Since he has reached this point, he naturally knows what to say: "This young friend has such assets at a young age. I really admire him. Since I want to take the fragments of this Dark Emperor Sword, I will... say goodbye first."

After saying that, he bowed and turned around and left the auction venue. The situation was really strange.

Cheng Zhuo took the initiative to leave, which means that Zhou Chengzheng was in the final stage. Seeing that no one had continued to offer, the host began to shout: "Dark Emperor Sword Fragments", 400,000 yuan of gold and Xuanyu once... twice..."

"Forty-one thousand gold and mysterious jade!" A figure suddenly stood up in the seat in the venue. It was the disciple of Taixu Sect. He smiled and looked at Zhou Cheng with contempt, and said, "I will give out forty-one thousand gold and mysterious jade."

The auction venue became quieter, almost a needle could be heard. No one expected that the Dark Emperor Sword fragments would be fought for in the end. There were only two weapon refiners in the Yingpo stage left!

This guy was raising the price again. Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes, calculated in his hands again, and sneered: "I'll give up."

What? Give up!?

Everyone in the entire auction venue looked at Zhou Cheng in shock, increasing from 170,000 to 400,000. This is obviously a must-have, why did you give up after encountering a 410,000?

Zong Zhen also asked a little strangely: "Junior Brother Qingyuan, what are you doing?"

Zhou Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Zongzhen, don't worry, I have my own plans."

On the other hand, the disciple of the Taixu Sect now lost the slightest look of joy, his face turned pale, as if he had eaten a fly, and his eyes were even more hatred when he looked at Zhou Cheng.

He originally wanted to raise the price and ask Zhou Cheng to spend more treasures, but he didn't expect that Zhou Cheng would do so brilliantly, so he stopped bidding. In the end, the fragments of the Dark Emperor Sword were actually photographed by him!

But this is of no use to him!

"The first time... the second time... is there anyone else to continue bidding?" The host asked according to the convention and finally announced loudly: "The fragments of the Dark Emperor Sword of the ancient ninth-level artifact were sold for 410,000 yuan of gold and black jade!"

The transaction was completed, and the disciple of the Taixu Sect looked gloomy. Since he had achieved some success in his cultivation, he had never suffered such a big loss again!

Compared to the anger of the Taixu disciple, Zhou Cheng was very happy and watched the auction later with a mentality of watching the show.

Unfortunately, there is nothing surprising about the things behind compared to the ones before. Not long after, the auction came to an end.

...

After the auction ended, Zhou Cheng and Zong Zhen also left Wanghailou.

After coming to a less crowded place, Zong Zhen asked in confusion: "Junior Brother Qingyuan must be sure to win the fragments of the Dark Emperor Sword, why did he give up in the end?"

Judging from Zhou Cheng's initial momentum, he looked like he was determined to win the fragment, and even refuted the face of the Central Realm masters. However, after one by one, he severed the price one by one, he did not hesitate to stop it. This was really puzzling.

And although the man from Taixu Sect suffered a huge loss in the end, he always felt something was wrong when he opened it. It was strange that he suddenly gave up what he wanted very much.

Zhou Cheng looked around and chuckled, "Because that man is a disciple of Taixu Sect, if he took away the fragments of the Dark Emperor's Sword, I would get it without spending money."

Zong Zhen suddenly widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Junior Brother Qingyuan, do you want to..."

"Shh." Zhou Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Just know, don't say it out loud. Thank you, Senior Brother Zongzhen."

Zhou Cheng’s mind is now that a discerning person can see clearly. He wants to intercept and kill the disciple of the Taixu Sect!

Chunyang Sect and Taixu Sect are already mortal enemies, and they will inevitably be divided into life and death when they meet. Instead of waiting for others to attack, it is better to take the initiative to attack yourself!

...

"That guy from Chunyang Sect is really not a thing!" In the upper room of an inn, a young Taoist in his twenties cursed. He looked at the fragment of the dark emperor sword on the table and was immediately furious.

"What's the use of me asking for this thing? That guy actually gave up like that. I must kill him!"
Chapter completed!