Countless spiritual consciousnesses penetrated into the storage ring and looked at the mountains of fairy stones. A gasp of cold air could be heard from the entire Mochou Lake.
"One hundred million fairy stones, just a little more."
A trace of surprise flashed through the depths of Lian Feng Qian's eyes.
He and Zhuang Du are no more than second-rate family heads, and the entire family's annual harvest is only about 100 million.
It is very difficult for them to bring out 100 million fairy stones.
After all, it is not easy to support a large family.
"Is there anyone who bids higher than this girl?"
A follower stood behind Master Hua, looking around, and said to everyone.
After waiting for a long time, no one answered.
A single painting is worth about five to six million.
It is even more impossible to buy ten paintings at once. Even a top-notch family would not spend so much money.
"It seems that the girl is also someone who knows how to paint. Since the girl likes it, I have to bear the pain and give up my love."
Seeing no one around to answer, Master Painter's eyes flashed with a strange look, he nodded, and the two followers standing behind began to pack up the ten paintings.
After saying that, Mr. Hua stretched out his right hand towards the woman in green, preparing to take the storage ring.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment, a cold shout interrupted them.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man appeared in the field, standing between the woman in green and the painter.
"Who are you and why are you interrupting us?"
Master Hua's eyes were very unkind, his gaze fell on Liu Wuxie's face, and his tone was threatening.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but I will never allow you to pretend to be a painting saint."
At the last moment, Liu Wuxie stood up.
Liu Wuxie doesn't care how much a painting of Mr. Hua sells, but it's absolutely not okay for him to use the title of Painting Saint.
Painting Saint is one of Liu Wuxie's few friends. How can he sit idly by and ignore someone when he sees someone tarnishing his name?
As for the two Immortal Kings standing behind Master Hua, Liu Wuxie didn't take them seriously.
Lu Yan and Lu Da successfully broke through to the third level of the Immortal King in the wild world, and with Heizi's super fighting power, it was not easy to keep him.
As soon as Liu Wuxie finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.
"What, is Master Hua not a disciple of Saint Hua?"
The entire Mochou Lake exploded, including the woman in green who was standing behind Liu Wuxie. Something strange flashed in her beautiful eyes. With a move of her wrist, the storage ring in her hand disappeared.
"Boy, you are talking nonsense and slandering my master. Believe it or not, I will destroy you now."
Mr. Hua was filled with indignation, with a look of anger on his face, thinking that Liu Wuxie had humiliated his master.
"I don't want to expose you, so hurry up and get out of here with your paintings. If I find out in the future that you are using the name of Painting Saint to deceive you, don't blame me for being rude."
Liu Wuxie said coldly.
Let them get out of here quickly. If you expose them this time, they will probably not dare to deceive others again in the future.
Those people on the high platform looked at me and I looked at you. Everyone looked confused. They didn't know whose words were true.


Chapter completed!