Feng Qinghua entered the auction house almost without any suspense.

It was easy for Zhan Beixiao to enter the auction house because of Yan Po.

Yun Potian looked at the huge auction house and was filled with joy. He must get the Mu Huazhu.

"Welcome to my annual auction on Ghost Smoke Island."

The old man had a kind face, but the pressure he brought when he opened his mouth made everyone present immediately quiet down.

Feng Qinghua stood next to Yun Potian and looked around with interest. This Ghost Smoke Island was indeed interesting.

From the observations in the past two days, Feng Qinghua found that most of the people who came here were from well-known sects in the world, and their martial arts were not weak, but on this Ghost Smoke Island, everyone was very low-key.

Yun Potian was so immersed in the joy of getting Mu Huazhu that he didn't notice Feng Qinghua at all.

Seeing everyone in the audience calm down, the old man smiled with satisfaction, put away all the pressure, and said with a smile, "When you come to Guiyan Island, you are a guest, but even if you are a guest, you must abide by the rules of Guiyan Island."

rule."

The old man calmed down the pressure on him, but no one here dared to act arrogantly anymore.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man standing aside with a smile, glanced at him, turned around and left the wheat field.

"The first one is Sophora flavescens from extremely cold places."

The middle-aged man clapped his hands, and a guard on the stage picked up a brocade box. The box was specially made of ice jade. He just opened the box and glanced at everyone, and then the guard closed the box.

"The bidding starts at thirty thousand taels of silver."

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at everyone present.

Feng Qinghua half-leaned on the stool, "Tsk, it's really a treasure. Sophora flavescens from extremely cold places is quite rare. Not only is it rare, what's even more difficult is how to preserve this thousand-year-old sophora flavescens."

Feng Qinghua half-squinted her eyes. This sophora flavescens was a good thing, but she didn't find it interesting.

"Forty thousand taels."

A deep male voice sounded.

Feng Qinghua raised her eyebrows and glanced at Yun Potian. She didn't expect that Yun Potian would be interested in such a sophora root.

"Forty-five thousand taels."

It was Zhan Beixiao's voice.

Not only Feng Qinghua, but also Nie Hanxing and Yan Po looked at Zhan Beixiao suspiciously, wondering why he was photographing Sophora flavescens.

Zhan Beixiao ignored the looks of several people and said to himself.

Nie Hanxing pulled Nie Guangyuan's sleeve nervously, "Brother, do we have so much money?"

Nie Guangyuan shook his head very honestly. They came here before entering Beijing. How could they have so much money on them? Besides, this Ghost Smoke Island is not from Tianling Kingdom, so how could there be so many money shops.

Nie Hanxing also looked suspicious. He really suspected that Zhan Beixiao was shouting very arrogantly now, and what would happen if he really couldn't pay for it later.

Immediately afterwards, several people offered high prices, but Yun Potian said nothing and Zhan Beixiao didn't mention it again.

The next piece is a piece of jade coral.

Zhan Beixiao took a slow sip of tea, glanced at Yun Potian, and curled up into a sneer.

"The starting price is ten thousand taels."

The middle-aged man beat the gong and drum in his hand and shouted to everyone.

"Twelve thousand taels."

Yun Potian shouted out.

"Fifteen thousand taels." Zhan Beixiao's voice was neither salty nor cool, and he raised his eyebrows at Yun Potian and smiled.

Yun Potian turned his head in discomfort and said nothing more.

After several rounds, Yun Potian gradually realized something was wrong.

Every time he bids, the young man will get a little more than he does, and he finds that as long as he bids, he will definitely bid.

In order to verify his idea, Yun Potian will bid on the next few collections.

As he expected, Zhan Beixiao would pay a little more than himself every time.

Zhan Beixiao didn't hide it either. When he met Yun Potian's gaze, Zhan Beixiao raised the cup in his hand towards Yun Potian.

Yun Potian shook his sleeves and sat aside. That's it. He didn't have to argue with him about this, as long as Mu Huazhu was his in the end.

"Girl, this is what the young master sent here."

The waiter walked up to Feng Qinghua with the tray in his hand.

Feng Qinghua looked at the boy blankly, "Ah? Who are you talking about?"

The boy pointed at Zhan Beixiao who was sitting in the elegant seat on the second floor, "It's that young master. He gave all the things he took to you as a gift."

Yun Potian was sitting in front of her. Feng Qinghua could see Yun Potian's livid face and felt very happy. Even if she couldn't blatantly let Yun Potian suffer a loss, it was okay to take such a small loss occasionally.

"Uncle Master?"

Feng Qinghua tilted her head and looked at Yun Potian with a blank expression, "Is that okay?"

Feng Qinghua's eyes were clear, like a child eager for gifts.

Yun Potian looked ugly, but it was okay. Yun Potian told himself in his heart that Feng Qinghua was under a puppet curse by himself.

Feng Qinghua secretly laughed in her heart. Seeing Yun Potian's face look so ugly, Feng Qinghua felt happy.

"Take it."

Yun Potian waved his hand casually, out of sight and out of mind. Yun Potian sat forward, leaving Feng Qinghua behind him.

Feng Qinghua raised her head and looked at Zhan Beixiao on the high platform. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, but neither spoke.

"The next thing is tonight's finale treasure."

The middle-aged man looked mysterious, "You must have heard about it before, yes, the one being auctioned this time is Mu Huazhu!"

"I want!"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, someone immediately stood up and started making noise.

The middle-aged man knocked on the gong in his hand and said, "Everyone, be quiet. There is an interesting rule this time, that is, the price of our Mu Huazhu will start from one tael!"

The people around looked at each other, feeling a little unsure as to what kind of trick this was going on.

"Ten thousand taels."

Someone shouted tentatively.

"Okay, ten thousand taels, is there anything higher?"

The middle-aged man's voice was strong, his eyes swept over everyone who was working, and he said in a deep voice.

Immediately afterwards, several people came out and added others, and everyone was relieved that this event was just like this.

"Thirty thousand taels."

Yun Potian raised the sign in his hand and looked confidently at the brocade box in the boy's hand. Mu Huazhu must be hers.

"Thirty thousand and one tael."

Zhan Beixiao's voice followed closely behind, and he was only one tael more than Yun Potian.

"Thirty thousand taels of gold!"

Yun Potian gritted his teeth and directly stated his highest price. This was the highest price he could raise.

Zhan Beixiao looked at Yun Potian leisurely and silently uttered a few words, "Fifty thousand taels of gold."

The people below all looked in disbelief, "So much money?"

Mu Huazhu was originally not that valuable, but after hearing the bidding from several people, many people had given up.

Yun Potian clenched his fists, holding back the urge to yell and scold Zhan Beixiao.
Chapter completed!