Fantasy One Second Billions Of Gods

In the Eastern Wasteland, in Frostwind City, an auction is in full swing...

In Box 1 on the second floor, a young man with an airy temperament and a handsome face put his feet up leisurely and yawned lazily, seeming a little bored.

The enchanting beauty standing behind him is Yafei, the person in charge of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce in Frostwind City.

If this were seen by the monks below, it would be shocking to everyone.

How can this pretty boy, who combines fairy spirit and evil spirit, be virtuous and capable? He actually let Lord Yafei, who had always been aloof and cold, receive him in person.

And Yafei, who has a strong background and strength, does not even dare to sit down next to the young man...

Hua Yunfei, the chief disciple of Taixuanmen, is known as the unique genius of Taixuanmen who has not been seen in thousands of years.

The young grandson of the Lord of Stars and the future helmsman of Taixuan Sect.

His own strength is even more extraordinary. He broke through the dragon transformation realm two years ago and directly reached the 99th place on the dragon transformation list.

After that, he never took action with all his strength, and no one knows his specific cultivation level.

Yafei put his hand on his forehead, a trace of confusion flashed in his moon-like eyes. He thought about it over and over in his mind. It was really hard to understand how a distinguished guest who was treated as a distinguished guest at Wanbao Pavilion headquarters could come to Frostwind City. Attending an auction?

Seemingly seeing through Yafei's thoughts, Hua Yunfei suddenly smiled lightly and said: "Don't think too much, since I'm here, there must be a reason worthy of my coming."

Having said that, Hua Yunfei was still a little speechless when he saw a group of monks fighting for the magic weapon that he had sent to his subordinates.

At this time, the old man on the stage was auctioning a broken bronze cauldron. It looked yellow and rusty, lifeless, and lifeless.

Even the auctioneer couldn't bring himself to brag and gave a dry introduction. The base price was five thousand spirit stones, so of course no one bid.

The road to immortality is vast and unpredictable, and most of the monks present are human beings living at the bottom.

No matter how much you blow up, if you don't like it, you can't even think of taking half of the spiritual stone from their hands.

The old man asked several times, but still no one bid. Just as he was about to announce that the small tripod had not been auctioned, a voice came from below.

"Five thousand spirit stones!"

Someone followed the sound, but he was wearing a black robe, and the sound was mellow and green, like a young and ignorant boy.

Suddenly there was some sneer in the dark, but no one mentioned it. They were happy to see this inexperienced boy hit a wall hard.

Hua Yunfei stared at the man in black robes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if a tiger had finally found its prey.

"Five thousand spiritual stones once, five thousand spiritual stones twice..."

The old man shouted the price simply. In his opinion, it was rare for a fool to raise the price, so it was better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

But just when the mallet in his hand was about to be swung, a faint voice from above came: "Five high-grade spiritual stones!"

"Into...what? Five high-grade spiritual stones?"

The old man forcibly stopped the mallet he was swinging, and was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled and said: "It seems that I am blind and did not realize how precious this cauldron is. Are there any fellow Taoists who would bid for it?"

Five high-grade spiritual stones can be exchanged for a total of 50,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and this person raised the price tenfold, which naturally caused an uproar in the auction room.

"Did all the spiritual stones on the second floor fall from the sky? Just crush them ten times. Isn't that too cruel?"

"There are actually people bidding for this Broken Cauldron. Is there really a secret hidden in it?" A monk wearing a black hood exclaimed, staring at the Broken Cauldron on the stand, unable to see the value of fifty thousand spiritual stones. location.

"Don't be fooled by the auction house. It's probably a big shot who is not short of money. Anyway, for them, tens of thousands of spiritual stones are nothing."

The partner next to him warned, looking at the private room on the second floor with envy: "And the price is a high-grade spiritual stone. Do you have the capital to compete with him for price?"

The black-hooded monk touched his Qiankun Bag with a bitter look on his face, sighed and shook his head. There were many spiritual stones in it, but only a few of them were of the highest quality.

The young monk Chu Tiange, who was dressed in black robes, was stunned. He was still secretly laughing at a group of blind people who had low eyesight and were taking advantage of him.

Unexpectedly, someone appeared out of nowhere to compete with this poor-looking Poding.

This voice seems familiar...

Chu Tiange's heart palpitated inexplicably, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he felt a little uneasy.

Realizing that he had plenty of funds, Chu Tiange calmed down and saw that the old man was about to make the deal. He raised his placard and bid: "Fifty thousand spiritual stones!"

Before Chu Tiange put down the sign he held up, almost immediately after his quotation, a voice came from the second floor: "50 high-grade spiritual stones!"

The chaotic auction house suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone present was dumbfounded, and even their breathing was suppressed as much as possible.

Occasionally, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard, making the silence even more eerie.

The old auctioneer glanced at the bidder in his hand in disbelief, confirming that the one followed by 50 was a high-grade spiritual stone. He was a little dumbfounded for a moment - is this really just throwing money away?

After a moment, a slightly trembling voice sounded: "Fifty high-grade spiritual stones once, fifty high-grade spiritual stones twice..."

Chu Tiange finally heard it clearly this time, his pupils shrank sharply, and he almost couldn't resist the urge to turn his head to see what was going on - Hua Yunfei, why did he appear here?

This auction was not widely publicized or promoted, and almost no wealthy and powerful people were present.

I thought this was my home court, but against Hua Yunfei, even if I was in a good situation and earned a lot of spiritual stones, I might not be able to beat him.

Hua Yunfei looked at Chu Tiange's figure with great interest and sighed secretly: "You are so calm, you are worthy of being the reincarnation of an ancient saint, a figure with the aura of the protagonist!"

And a few rays of spiritual consciousness secretly spread over, trying to break through the restrictions of the box and take a peek at who this fat sheep was.

"roll!"

A scolding suddenly rang out in the minds of the monks who had discovered their spiritual consciousness, causing these self-esteemed monks to faint to death. Hua Yunfei snorted coldly: "You don't overestimate your capabilities."

Killing chickens to scare monkeys also puts an end to some people's petty thoughts and saves Hua Yunfei the trouble of cleaning up garbage.

However, Chu Tiange stopped bidding and let Hua Yunfei arrogantly swat the small tripod away with a deep look in his eyes and an untroubled heart.

This is not the goal of my trip. If I can’t win, forget it!

Just keep the remains of the spirit stone auction.

This was far beyond Xiaoding's expectations. The old man chuckled and knocked down with a hammer: "Deal!"

[Prevent the reincarnation of the ancient sage Chu Tiange to obtain the Soul Transformation Cauldron, weaken Chu Tiange's luck as a protagonist, obtain 100 villain points, and 50 high-grade spiritual stones]

[The Shenhao system is being blessed... Obtained a hundred times random rewards. Congratulations to the player for obtaining 10,000 villain points and 50 pieces of exquisite spiritual crystals. 】

Listening to the pleasant reminder in his head, Hua Yunfei felt relieved: This wave of blood profit!

(Please collect, please collect!)