Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

They saw it clearly just now. The auctioneer seemed to be evasive and obscure in his words. Could it be that the Yuhua Sword had some extraordinary origin that was not convenient to say publicly?

"Hey, do you think the Yuhua Sword looks a bit like the legendary Hualong Sword? It looks a bit like it to me. If..." A man in the crowd whispered to the person next to him.

"It's hard to say. No one knows if it's real or not. After all, no one has ever seen it. Is it possible that the auction house made a mistake and auctioned it off as an ordinary divine sword?"

"That's impossible. After all, they're just opening a new palace. How could they make a mistake?"

"That's true, but I didn't say it was fake. I just said it's possible that someone made a mistake and sold a good product as an ordinary one."

"Could it be...hiss, no, I'd rather be wrong than let it go, I want to take a picture of it.

One hundred and twenty middle-grade divine stones,"

"Okay, okay, this distinguished guest bids 120 medium-grade divine stones. Is there any higher price than this..." The auctioneer felt relieved and the auction could continue. His spirits soared again. But in his heart, he was screaming like a groundhog. The Bodhisattva of Heaven, the female Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering, thank you for your eight generations of ancestors.

Fu Ling'er seemed to hear the auctioneer's scream in his heart. He couldn't help but smile and said lightly,

"Lingyou, continue,"

"Okay, Sister Ling. One hundred and fifty medium-grade divine stones."

"One hundred and sixty,"

"One hundred and seven,"

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Meng Yan in the VIP room No. 12 finally couldn't sit still anymore. He saw the high emotions of the people below and naturally knew why they were like this. At this moment, he had the same idea as everyone else, that is, the magic sword was not simple.

He was afraid of missing out on something good, so he immediately called out the highest price at the moment.

"Three hundred and sixty mid-grade divine stones,"

"Hiss, rich guy, this is," the people downstairs stopped bidding immediately after hearing this. They were not as wealthy as the people in the VIP room, so naturally they did not dare to bid anymore.

But the people in the VIP room didn't think so. Ling You followed Meng Yan as soon as he finished speaking.

"Three hundred and seventy mid-grade divine stones,"

"Three hundred and eighty,"

"Three hundred and nine,"

"Four hundred!" Meng Yan roared, his eyes wide open, staring at VIP Room No. 8, looking as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Four hundred and one," Ling You's leisurely voice came again.

"Four hundred and five middle-grade divine stones,"

"Lingyou, stop," Fu Ling'er heard Meng Yan's gritting of teeth and called a halt in time. This was just the beginning, and Pavilion Master Meng just wanted to fight for his pride at the moment, so he stopped at the right time, because the excitement was still to come.

After a long while, there was no sound from VIP Room No. 8. The auction house promptly made the decision and the first item was quickly delivered to VIP Room No. 12.

Meng Yan won, but he didn't look very happy.

The head of the Huang family next to him was also shocked. It was really thrilling. I didn't expect Brother Meng to be so rich. I don't know who is so tactless. Look how angry Brother Meng is.

"Haha, Brother Meng, this is just an appetizer. You don't really need to... But Brother Meng is still a step ahead and got it. I guess that person is beating his chest right now."

"Hmph, he's smart," Meng Yan snorted coldly. Although he was angry about what just happened, he still kept a proud expression on his face. His face flushed slightly, revealing a hint of the arrogance of a superior, as if he took the previous fight seriously. However, his heart was far from being as calm as it seemed. In fact, he was very angry about what had just happened.

Glancing at the somewhat bewildered expression of Patriarch Huang, he was stunned for a moment, then he restrained his emotions, straightened his face, pulled the corners of his mouth, revealed an ugly smile, and said,

"Brother Huang is right. The best is yet to come."

"Hey, yes, yes, don't worry, Brother Meng,"

However, in the following auctions, if there is a treasure that Meng Yan is interested in, the people in VIP Room No. 8 will compete with him for it.

He wanted to get the treasure, but he always gave up at the last minute. Although he won the treasure in the end, why did he feel so frustrated?

If he still didn't know that he was being targeted, then he was a fool. His angry eyes almost stared a hole in VIP Room No. 8.

He also warned and threatened the other party, but the other party did not respond at all. He was defeated with just one sentence.

"At an auction, the highest bidder wins. Don't act arrogantly. Money will do the talking."

Meng Yan was choked and speechless, and was almost angry to the point of vomiting blood.

When the next treasure came on stage, Meng Yan deliberately did not bid for it. As a result, VIP Room No. 8 was also silent and no one paid any attention to him.

There was nothing that Patriarch Huang didn't understand. He thought that Brother Meng was being targeted, and now he couldn't get the good stuff because of it. He either had to pay a higher price or couldn't get it at all. He was so depressed that he didn't even dare to vent his anger.

In VIP Room No. 8, Xiao Zi almost couldn't straighten her back because of laughing.

"Haha, Sister Ling, did you see that? From the voice of Pavilion Master Meng, I know he is going to vomit three liters of blood. We can keep working hard and try to drain his wallet today."

"Yes, Sister Ling, the highlight will come later,"

Xiao Zi and Zhuge Qiao were ready to give Pavilion Master Meng a tough time soon.

"Don't be happy too soon, the two of you. The people in the VIP room are just starting to join the competition. I'm afraid that the competitiveness will increase greatly in a while and the competition will be very fierce. It's not certain whether you two can get a place." Ling You was relatively calm. When he heard that the VIP room next door was gradually joining the competition, he knew that people like them who were not interested in the treasure would not be able to bid in a while.

"This is better. Anyway, keep a close eye on them. Our goal is to make the Jiang family, the Yan family, and the Huang family, especially our number one brother, Pavilion Master Meng, bleed heavily." Fu Ling'er holds a grudge. She will remember anyone who dared to attack Wanqi Yuan.

"I understand. Don't worry, Sister Ling. Just watch us perform," Xiao Zi assured, patting his chest.

As a result, the auction was extremely hot, and the fierce competition made the whole venue boil. People were excited, and the appearance of each item would trigger a wave of enthusiastic bidding. These voices intertwined, as if to lift the roof off, making people feel the endless enthusiasm and fierce competition.

Lingyou, Zhuge, Qiao, and Xiaozi followed Meng Yan closely, and as long as he was interested in a treasure, they would get involved. In the end, the treasure would either be taken away by others or he would spend more money to buy it.

Meng Yan's wallet had been emptied long ago, so he turned his attention to the head of the Huang family. However, the head of the Huang family originally planned to bid for some treasures, but because of Meng Yan, not only did he not get any, but he also had to pay for the auction.

He felt so frustrated that he wanted to vomit blood, but the boast he made before was still ringing in his ears, so he had no choice but to pay the money.