Yu Xiong didn't care and directly raised the price by one million, which made everyone in the auction house choke.
Everyone was secretly thinking, who are these people? They are randomly asking for prices and increasing prices randomly.
The maximum value of a low-grade immortal weapon is only a few million high-grade spiritual crystals. However, after Yu Xiong messed around with it, he got it right and got it for five million at the lowest price.
Not to mention, when the damn auction caller reported the low price and the minimum increase, the damn idiot added a million dollars.
Su Bei couldn't help but laugh secretly, and the auctioneer on the stage was a little dumbfounded. Originally, he just acted on the spur of the moment, and that was all. If everyone in the audience didn't buy it, he would have to change it to the price he had estimated long ago.
price.
However, it seems that it is no longer necessary at the moment.
Although an immortal weapon is rare, spiritual crystals are definitely not easy to earn.
"Haha... Six million, and there's still no one to bid for it. If no one bids, then it belongs to me, Lao Yu."
Yu Xiong beamed with joy, clasped his hands, and looked eager to give it a try. It seemed that as soon as the auctioneer announced the deal, he would rush to the stage and snatch the low-grade fairy weapon.
Zhusheng sighed when he saw it, and said resentfully: "Brother has only one brain. Last time I followed Brother Six, each of us only had about six million. Alas, Brother is going to be a pauper again."
Su Bei held back his laughter, looked at the dancing Yu Xiong, and then looked at the bamboo playder, and said with a smile: "My dear, the six of you have made 36 million."
Zhusheng was a little embarrassed, but then disappeared without a trace, and said angrily: "Brother Six, you asked us to take that, didn't you?"
Su Dao suppressed his laughter and nodded. At this time, the discordant voice sounded again.
Dongfang Mingri looked at the dancing Yu Xiong with disdain, and said contemptuously: "Ah, I said Yu, do you have so many spiritual crystals? If you can't afford it by then, it won't even be worth it if you sell it.
Many spiritual crystals.”
This time, Yu Xiong finally heard Dongfang Mingri's words, turned to look at him, curled his lips, and said with a smile: "You are a clown, I don't want to care about you."
Wow.
Suddenly, the whole auction house was filled with uproar. In the frozen city, who didn’t know who Dongfang Mingri was? He was the brother of the leader of the dignified gold medal hunter group and the overlord hunter group.
As for Yu Xiong, there are also many people who know him. And these people looked at Yu Xiong in surprise, wondering when he had the confidence to speak like this to Dongfang Tomorrow.
Could it be that that rumor...is true?
Dongfang Tomorrow was so aroused by Yu Xiong's words that his face turned blue and red. Suddenly, he became angry, and his eyes were about to spit fire.
A cold murderous aura suddenly surged in front of him. Dongfang Mingri's body trembled. When he glanced around, he immediately saw the young man in black behind Yu Xiong looking at him coldly.
And that murderous aura was emanating from the young man in black. It was him who made Dongfang shiver tomorrow and couldn't say a single word.
The people around him also felt a sudden palpitation in their hearts. They looked at Gong Bei in surprise, his cold eyes piercing Dongfang Mingri.
Everyone secretly thought: Sure enough, Yu Xiong has recruited a master, and he can shock Dongfang Mingri with just his breath. Then his cultivation...
The auctioneer on the stage obviously did not feel anything strange in the audience, and he was waving the auction hammer in his hand with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "Six million, this brother in the audience bids, six million.
Six million, once.”
Su Bei also withdrew his gaze at the same time, standing quietly behind Yu Xiong as if nothing had happened.
Dongfang Mingri breathed a sigh of relief and secretly hated himself for being timid. It was just a look. How could I be afraid?
"Six million, twice." The auctioneer's smile faded.
Although six million has exceeded expectations, the unexpected expectations have not yet been met. If the transaction is completed in this way, is it considered a cold auction?
"Six million..." The auctioneer raised his hammer and was about to hit it down helplessly.
"Seven million."
Dongfang Tomorrow looked at Yu Xiong angrily, his heart was stimulated by the nameless hatred. He hated Yu Xiong, the inexplicable hatred, maybe because Zhusheng ignored him.
Maybe there is also the guy in black clothes with a cold face forever... Maybe there are other reasons that are unclear and unknown. Anyway, as soon as Yu Xiong came back this time, Dongfang Mingming was full of hatred for Yu Xiong.
He absolutely couldn't let Yu Xiong get this immortal purple-gold nine-ring sword, so he raised a price.
There was a flush on the auctioneer's face. Finally, things developed according to his temporary expectations.
"Seven million, Second Young Master Dongfang, so courageous, seven million, once."
The auctioneer shouted, not forgetting to flatter Dongfang Mingri and also stimulate the guy who just made the bid.
Yu Xiong's expression changed, and he turned to look at Dongfang Tomorrow angrily. Seven million was the entire net worth that Yu Xiong could afford. He had no capital to bid any more.
Dongfang Mingri was filled with joy, and all the depression he had felt just now dissipated. Feeling Yu Xiong's angry gaze looking over him, he smiled.
"Haha, everyone said, who is the clown? It's only seven million. The person named Yu, keep bidding."
A spiritual crystal bag was silently handed to Yu Xiong's hand. Yu Xiong was shocked and turned around to look. He was suddenly surprised to see that it was Zhu Sheng who handed it to him.
"Brother, you can just ask for the price, but don't pay attention to that annoying guy. I don't have enough spiritual crystals, so I still have them." Zhu Sheng looked at Dongfang Mingri angrily and said angrily.
"Seven million, twice," the auctioneer shouted.
"Eight million." Yu Xiong looked at Dongfang Mingri provocatively and shouted loudly.
"Nine million." Dongfang Mingri showed no sign of weakness.
"Ten million." Yu Xiong's face was full of pain.
Dongfang Tomorrow was a little hesitant. A low-grade fairy weapon was definitely not worth 10 million top-grade spiritual crystals. If he continued to scream, he would definitely be scolded by his elder brother when he returned.
However, it was difficult to swallow the anger in his heart without screaming. Clown, Yu Xiong put a hat on his head. If he was defeated, the word clown would always follow him.
You know, there are many prominent people in Frozen City in this auction house. Dongfang Tomorrow cannot afford to lose that face.
"Ten million, twice."
While Dongfang Tomorrow was having a fierce ideological struggle, the auctioneer had already called for the second time, and the auction hammer was already raised high.
Dongfang Mingri glared at Yu Xiong. He wanted to defeat Yu Xiong at all costs. He opened his mouth to bid. Suddenly, a boundless cold air invaded his heart, and the breath that was enough to make him tremble severely impacted his fragile nerves.
Dongfang Mingri opened his mouth and watched helplessly as the small hammer in the auctioneer's hand hit the auction platform hard. He could not hear a sound at all.
The next moment, the cold air suddenly disappeared, and the breathtaking breath disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared. Dongfang Mingri regained his consciousness again.
Then, he was so ecstatic when he saw it that he handed a large amount of spiritual crystals to the auctioneer, grabbed the purple-gold nine-ring knife, recognized the owner with a drop of blood, and danced like a roaring wind.
The Purple Gold Nine-Ringed Knife, covered in purple, mixed with dots of golden light, Yu Xiong shed blood on the spot to recognize its owner, the sword screamed, the sword's mass surged, the nine rings collided, and the nails clanked.
A breathtaking aura unique to immortal weapons emanated from the blade. Yu Xiong laughed, satisfied and contented.
Holding the purple and gold nine-ring sword, Yu Xiong jumped off the stage excitedly, almost ran in front of the three people from Su Bei, and laughed and said: "Haha, you see, I, Lao Yu, also have an immortal weapon."
Su Bei smiled and glanced at Dongfang Mingri inadvertently, a sneer flashed past him. "Brother, let's go."
"Okay, let's go, haha... Take it back quickly and show it to those boys. I, Lao Yu, have a purple and gold nine-ring sword in my hand, and I have it in the world." Yu Xiong couldn't hide his excitement and said with a smile.
Zhusheng smiled and gave Dongfang Mingri a provocative look, as if to say, you are a clown. Then, he took Qiluo's hand and followed Su Bei and the others.
In the field, everyone looked at Dongfang Mingri, the playful look in their eyes clearly revealed. Dongfang Mingri's face changed drastically, and his face turned purple.
Huh, Dongfang Mingri snorted coldly, turned around and left the auction house.
The three people from Su Bei followed Yu Xiong, running very fast, and returned to their residence in a short time. As soon as they entered the door, Yu Xiong shouted left and right, and kept showing off his fairy sword in front of Gongsun Yang and others.
"Whoever insults me, the clown, will die." An angry roar sounded at the gate of the wall.
Gongsun Yang, who was circling around Yu Xiong, kept asking how many spiritual crystals he bought, and the others looked at him, and their expressions suddenly changed slightly.
Yu Xiong shook the purple gold nine-ring sword, turned around slowly, glared at Dongfang Mingri, and said coldly: "Dongfang Mingri, what on earth do you want to do?"
Dongfang Mingri walked slowly into the courtyard. His anger had made him completely forget his fear. In his hand, a long sword felt the owner's anger, and it kept vibrating. The sword roared and was about to fly at any time.
comes out, and launches a fatal blow to the person locked onto its owner.
When Su Bei saw Dongfang Mingri, he was a little surprised. He didn't understand that this guy actually chased Yu Xiong's house like this. It seemed that what happened just now had stimulated him quite a bit.
Watching with cold eyes, Su Bei stood with his hands behind his back and said not a word.
"Yu Xiong, hand over the purple gold nine-ring sword and spare your life." Dongfang Mingri pointed his sword at Yu Xiong and said coldly.
"Don't think about it." Yu Xiong vibrated the sword, and the nine rings collided with each other, making a loud sound.
"Hand over the Zixin Nine-Hand Sword, or you will die." Dongfang Tomorrow's face became even more gloomy.
"Huh, arrogant. Dongfang Tomorrow, are you sure you can beat us brothers and sisters? You must know that although cannibalism is prohibited in the city, if I kill you now, the Bounty Association will not hold me accountable." Yu
The bear said angrily.
The spiritual energy stirred, and the purple-gold nine-ringed sword radiated brightly. With the same sound of the sword, he faced Dongfang Tomorrow without giving in.
"You want to kill me? Just because you have an inferior sword? Haha... what a joke." Dongfang Mingri shook the sword in his hand and smiled coldly.
"Killing you is just a piece of cake." Su Bei snorted coldly and said in a cold voice.
Immediately, a cold murderous intention surged toward the east tomorrow.