Family Cultivation: True Dragon Immortal Tree

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shengfeng couldn't wait to raise the sign in his hand: "Eleven million!"

However, his bid was soon outbid by others.

A middle-aged man in colorful clothes calmly shouted: "Fifteen million."

Not to be outdone, Ye Shengfeng said: "Seventeen million!"

The atmosphere on the court became tense instantly, and the price exceeded the 20 million mark in just a few minutes.

At this time, the burly man who had been silent suddenly said: "Twenty-five million!"

The magnitude of his price increase made many people gasp.

Ye Shengfeng gritted his teeth and continued to increase the price: "Twenty-seven million!"

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothing seemed unwilling to give up easily, and raised his sign again: "Thirty million!"

The soaring price made the atmosphere in the auction room even more heated, and many people began to whisper and discuss the true value of this six-winged flying lion.

Ye Shengfeng turned to look at his father Ye Changsheng, his eyes full of expectation.

Ye Changsheng nodded slightly, indicating that he could continue.

With his father's support, Ye Shengfeng's confidence doubled: "Thirty-three million!"

The burly man and the middle-aged man in fine clothes looked at each other, as if weighing the pros and cons.

A moment later, the burly man raised his sign again: "Thirty-five million!"

Ye Shengfeng took a deep breath and calmed down: "Thirty-seven million!"

The middle-aged man in fine clothes frowned, but finally raised the sign: "Thirty-nine million!"

The price has reached close to 40 million, and many people have begun to withdraw from the competition.

The entire auction house's attention was focused on the remaining three bidders.

Ye Shengfeng clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "Forty million!"

Both the burly man and the middle-aged man in fine clothes showed hesitation.

Seeing this, the auctioneer started counting down: "Forty million is the first time! Does anyone want to increase the bid?"

At this moment, the burly man suddenly raised his sign: "Forty-one million!"

Ye Shengfeng breathed a long sigh of relief and solemnly raised the sign again: "Forty-two million!"

This price made the whole audience into an uproar again.

The whole place fell into silence again, everyone was waiting for the final result.

The auctioneer looked around and saw that no one was bidding again, so he started counting down: "Forty-two million for the first time! Forty-two million for the second time! Is there anyone who wants to raise the bid?"

The burly man looked bitter, obviously unable to fight anymore.

"make a deal!"

The auctioneer announced excitedly, "Congratulations to this young man for successfully bidding on this rare six-winged flying lion!"

Ye Shengfeng was excited and filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He turned around and bowed to his father: "Thank you very much for your support!"

Ye Changsheng smiled happily and said: "This six-winged flying lion is destined to you, so cultivate it well. I believe it will become your most powerful partner."

Other brothers came forward to congratulate him one after another, and the scene was joyful for a while.

The six-winged flying lion seemed to feel Ye Shengfeng's joy, and walked gently to him, lowering his head to show his closeness.

Ye Shengfeng reached out and stroked the flying lion's head, his heart filled with anticipation and longing.

As Ye Shengfeng successfully bought the six-winged flying lion, the auction host announced: "Dear distinguished guests, the first half of this auction has ended. Please take a rest. We will continue the second half of the auction tomorrow night. . Thank you for your enthusiastic participation!

There was a lot of discussion in the venue, and people stood up and prepared to leave.

Ye Changsheng led everyone in the Ye family slowly out of the auction house and walked towards the tent area prepared for bidders by Longfeng Auction House not far away.

As night falls, stars adorn the sky.

The tent area was brightly lit, and monks from all over the world gathered together in twos and threes to discuss today's grand auction.

After everyone in the Ye family settled down, Ye Shengfeng excitedly talked with his brothers about the future training plan for the six-winged flying lion.

However, Ye Changsheng seemed a little absent-minded.

His eyes occasionally glanced at the brightly lit area outside the tent area.

There is a temporary trading market for casual cultivators, with about seven to eight thousand stalls, and it is very lively.

Ye Changsheng thought to himself: "I am short of the World Stone, so why not take this opportunity to try my luck, maybe I can find it."

Thinking of this, he gently touched the World Stone in his arms, which was slightly larger than the mouth of the bowl, and decided to go for a walk.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air. You guys should go to bed early."

Ye Changsheng said to his family, and then quietly left the tent.

Walking into the casual cultivator market, Ye Changsheng was shocked by the sight in front of him.

Various stalls are lined up in rows, and the sounds of hawking are coming and going.

There are those who sell elixirs, those who sell magic weapons, and those who sell all kinds of rare and rare treasures.

Colorful lanterns illuminate the entire market like daylight.

Ye Changsheng suppressed his inner excitement, pretended to be nonchalant, and slowly walked between the stalls.

He carefully inspected the items on each stall, hoping to discover the overlooked World Stone.

An hour passed, and Ye Changsheng had walked through most of the market, but still didn't find the item he wanted.

Just when he was a little discouraged, a stall in the corner caught his attention.

The stall owner was a slovenly middle-aged man who looked a little down and out.

His stall was filled with miscellaneous items, most of which looked worthless. But Ye Changfeng's eyes were firmly attracted by something - it was a rough stone ball the size of a pebble.

Just now the World Stone in his arms began to shake.

Ye Changsheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Although the surface of the stone ball was rough, his experience told him that it was a world stone!

He tried to stay calm, walked to the stall, and asked casually, "Boss, where did you get all these things?"

Ye Changsheng asked casually, his fingers gently brushing over the neatly arranged rows of small objects.

The sloppy stall owner looked up at Ye Changsheng, grinned, and showed his yellow teeth: "Uncle, these are all good things I have collected over the years. Which one do you like?"

Ye Changsheng pretended to be interested in a small bronze tripod, picked it up and looked at it carefully: "This small tripod is good, finely made, and looks a bit old."

"Uncle has good eyesight!"

The middle-aged stall owner immediately became excited, "This is a second-level top magic weapon, at least three hundred years old. If you like it, I'll give you a discount, how about 80,000 spirit stones?"

Ye Changsheng frowned slightly: "80,000 spirit stones? It's too expensive. I This one is worth at most 50,000 spirit stones."

"Oh, uncle, you are not an expert."

The middle-aged stall owner shook his head repeatedly, "This is a rare antique, how can 50,000 spirit stones be enough? Let's put it this way, since you are an expert, 75,000 spirit stones, no less."

Ye Changsheng pretended to hesitate and picked up a jade pendant to play with: "This jade pendant is also well made, why don't you sell these two to me at a discount price."

The middle-aged stall owner's eyes lit up: "Okay! Uncle, you are really good at choosing, this jade pendant is a top-notch second-grade magic weapon. If you sell both together, 50,000 spirit stones is already very cheap."