"I can't use it, tiger kids can use it!" As he said that, Ye Chen looked down again.

Compared with the several mysterious techniques that were auctioned before, this Tiangang stick formation was obviously neglected. Long after Yangge Lao said that, no one was calling for a price.

On the stage, Master Yang Ge frowned slightly when he saw that no one was calling for a price below.

"The stick method is difficult to practice, and it is useless." Most of the time, someone picked up a teacup and did not interrupt the auction of the Tiangang stick array.

"If it is the mysterious technique of the sword, you can also consider it."

"This is a side door, no one should want it!"

Listening to the discussion below, Ye Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least there were many competitors missing.

"Don't anyone want it?" Yangge Lao looked around and couldn't help but ask.

Looking below, those who drink tea and those who flirt with girls, they just pretended to be farts when Yang Ge Lao asked about his question. This was very obvious. They didn't want this stick method.

Seeing this, although Mr. Yang Ge was mentally prepared, he was still embarrassed.

"Since no one wants it, the stick method will fail, we..."

"I want it." Before Master Yangge finished speaking, Ye Chen hurriedly raised the sign, "Senior, I want 31,000 spirit stones, I want this Tiangang stick formation."

Huh?

Ye Chen's voice attracted some attention, and he thought that there were people who came to participate in the auction who really practiced the mysterious method of sticks.

It’s true that after Ye Chen bid, no one held a bid to bid.

Seeing this, Master Yang Ge secretly rubbed his eyebrows, then raised his arm holding the hammer and was about to knock it down.

However, before he could leave, an inappropriate voice came from the court of Zhengyang Sect on the second floor, and it sounded again, "Forty thousand, I, Zhengyang Sect, have taken it."

In the corner, listening to Wu Changqing's high words, Ye Chen looked at the second floor room coldly, "Wu Changqing, it's you again. You don't want to do it when no one took a photo before. Now I'm taking a photo, you run out to grab it again."

"Forty thousand, is there anyone who has increased the price? If no one has added..."

"100,000." Before Master Yangge finished speaking, Ye Chen in the corner interrupted him again and raised the price to 100,000 spirit stones in one breath.

"Someone snatched something from Wu Changqing again?" There was a vocal moment below.

"It's not the guy yesterday!"

"I don't think so. The man was wearing a ghost-headed mask yesterday, and the man today is wearing a wolf-headed mask."

Looking at the second floor room, Wu Changqing's face became gloomy again.

Yesterday, he held the strength of Zhengyang Sect and went to bid for the iron rod with a playful and slander, but he never thought that he would be suppressed by 500,000 yuan. His face and Zhengyang Sect's face were thrown away by him.

Today, someone snatched something from him, which made him furious. Although he wanted the Tiangang stick array to be useless, it could not tolerate others' majesty.

"150,000." Thinking of this in my heart, Wu Changqing couldn't help but say a stern voice.

"Twenty-hundred thousand." As soon as his voice fell, Ye Chen in the corner responded.

"Boy, you won't be so!" Xiong Er pulled Ye Chen's corner of the clothes, and his other hand did not forget to cover his crotch. He could see that Ye Chen was going to borrow the spirit stone from him next.

"The 300,000 spirit stones are ready." Ye Chen glanced at Xiong Er.

"Your grandma, I haven't been warmed up yet?" Xiong Er grinned.

"Boy, do you know who you are scrambling with?" Wu Changqing's voice was cold in the elegant room on the second floor.

"If you bid fairly, those with higher prices will get it. Can you win it with your power?" Ye Chen's words were neither humble nor arrogant, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He had already made great efforts to have another big fight with Wu Changqing. Even if he lost everything, he would still shoot the Tiangang Stick Formation for Huwa. There were very few mysterious stick methods, so he would never miss it.

Of course, this is just one.

At this moment, Ye Chen's mind was still disturbed by the fact that he was driven down the mountain that day. It was his eternal pain. He even more disgusted with Wu Changqing's lofty attitude. All of this drove him to do something crazy.

"What a fair bid." Wu Changqing's cold laughter came from the private room on the second floor.

"My Zhengyang Sect gave out 250,000."

"Five hundred thousand." As soon as Wu Changqing's words fell, Ye Chen raised the sign.

puff!

puff!

puff!

Suddenly, the sound of tea spitting out in the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion was full of the sound of spitting out tea. Ye Chen raised the price by 250,000 yuan in one breath, almost choking them to death.

"What the hell is going on?" The Tibetan Dragon Pavilion seemed to be in an uproar.

"Is the mysterious method of stick so precious?"

"That kid is so brave! He dares to compete with Zhengyang Sect for things."

"Five hundred thousand spirit stones, this is what we want to go to God! Yesterday was an iron-breaking whip, and today was a stick-breaking technique. Why do things that are the least popular are sold at a sky-high price? What's wrong with this world?"

With the crowds of people, Ye Chen in the corner became the most watched person in the audience.

In the second floor, people opened the pearl curtains and looked down. The elders of various aristocratic families, Feng Wuhen from Qingyun Sect, Hengyue Sect, and the three powerful people from the Kongming Realm in the Bloodthirsty Hall all looked surprised.

Compared to these people, Wu Changqing's face has changed from gloomy to vicious, and from vicious to hideous.

Yesterday's face was ruined, and today's scene is very similar to yesterday's.

The same thing is said, if you can't even take a stick method, it's not just his face, but the face of the entire Zhengyang Sect.

"It's obviously useless to ask that stick method, so I'm going to run out and show off. Look, let's pretend to be a fork!" Someone below sarcastically said.

Looking closely, it turned out to be Zhuge Yu, the one who sold Ye Chen's Xuan Iron and Xuan Steel yesterday. His words were not shy at all. At first glance, he was a person with a high level of cultivation and was not afraid of the power of Zhengyang Sect at all.

As soon as he said this, Wu Changqing's old face became hot.

Bang!

He slapped the tables and chairs beside him with a palm. He was about to make a offer, but was stopped by Hua Yun and Ji Ningshuang behind him.

"Elder, our goal is Tianji Pill."

"Please think twice, don't waste too much spirit stone on this useless stick technique."

The words of Hua Yun and Ji Ningshuang made Wu Changqing wake up as if he was dreamy. He was sobbed by anger that he gradually recovered from his awakening.

Even so, Wu Changqing's hands were still holding their sleeves, and a cold murderous intent raged in the heart. If it weren't for the explicit prohibition of private fights here, he would have rushed down and killed Ye Feng.

"Check it, check it out!" Wu Changqing took a deep breath and held back his anger, "I want to see who is so bold. I want to make him worse than death, and worse than death."

A thrilling auction has come to an end.

Master Yangge on the stage couldn't help but sigh.

What the hell is this world?

Yesterday was the broken iron whip, today was the broken stick technique. But these two things that were least optimistic about in Tianxuan Sect actually sold a sky-high price of 500,000. Even the elder of Tianxuan Sect did not expect it.

With a final say, Ye Chen got his wish and took a picture of the Tiangang Stick Formation.

"Okay, it's all broken again." Xiong Erzhao pulled his fat head and simply put it on the table. "It seems that it's not okay to ask the second uncle for some money. I'm so amazing!"

"Three hundred thousand, I will give you the interest in the future." Ye Chen patted Xiong Er's shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Xiong Er's eyes lit up, and then he took out paper and pen from his crotch. Long Feifeng wrote a series of big words, wiped a handful of snot, and then handed them to Ye Chen, "I'm afraid you will be stolen, come and sign it!"

"Depend on."
Chapter completed!