Listening to Huangfu Xue's voice, everyone's hearts were shaken.
Lu Wushuang clung to Shen Chenfeng's arm, almost fainting from happiness.
Double price.
That’s 40 million low-grade spiritual stones.
From being penniless just now to having 40 million low-grade spiritual stones now, this feeling of going from hell to heaven made Lu Wushuang dire.
But before Shen Chenfeng could answer, another voice suddenly sounded.
"Even though the ancestor of your Huangfu family is imprinted on this scroll, it's too cheap for you to spend 40 million low-grade spiritual stones just to buy a painting of the true intention of the Holy Spirit?"
A mysterious man wearing a golden mask, tall and tall, but whose age could not be seen, suddenly spoke: "Huangfu Xue, I am not targeting you. The true intention of this scroll painting is also very important to me. In addition, here is In the auction house, we compete fairly, and the one with the highest price wins."
After that, he raised his right hand high and said a frightening price.
"One hundred million!"
Wow!
One stone stirs up thousands of waves.
"One hundred million, one hundred million low-grade spiritual stones."
"Who is this person? He is so rich. Not to mention the four wealthy families in Lin'an City, even the Xuantian Sect, I am afraid they will not be able to produce so many spiritual stones at one time."
"I really didn't expect that a small auction house could be so full of big names."
As the price of the golden mask was raised, the atmosphere at the scene became lively.
Huangfu Xue narrowed her eyes, and there seemed to be a cold light flashing in her eyes, and said: "You are right, the 40 million low-grade spiritual stones are indeed my fault. However, our Huangfu family is bound to get this scroll, so please give it a try. Give me some face."
"One hundred and fifty million."
That cold voice made everyone's hearts suddenly shrink.
Even Kong Lao, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, could not help but feel his heart beat faster and his blood boil.
He has hosted no less than a hundred auctions at the Sifang Chamber of Commerce, and each time he raised the price by one million low-grade spiritual stones, it was already very rare.
But these two people, in order to compete for the true intention of the painting saint, increased the price to a terrifying 50 million each time.
It's so exciting.
"Huangfu Xue, others are afraid of your Huangfu family, but I am not afraid."
The man in the golden mask obviously refused to give up. He raised his right hand high and increased the price again: "Two hundred million."
"Two hundred million, ah, two hundred million."
Listening to the shocking quotation, Lu Wushuang seemed to be going crazy, slapping Shen Chenfeng on the shoulders and his own head.
The faces of Liu Min and Zhou Han, the disciples of Sihai Peak, were even colder.
Originally, this scroll was theirs, but Shen Chenfeng snatched it away halfway and sold it for an astonishing price of 200 million.
Now their intestines are green with regret.
The eyes looking at Shen Chenfeng were like those of an enemy who killed his father, filled with unforgettable hatred.
"I'll pay 250 million."
"Three hundred million."
"Three hundred and fifty million."
…
The entire auction house was already silent, with only the sounds of Huangfu Xue and the man in the golden mask bidding against each other.
When Huangfu Xue shouted out the astonishing price of 500 million, the man in the golden mask finally stopped.
He sighed softly, put down his right hand, and said calmly: "It's a pity that I came in a hurry this time, and the spiritual stones I brought with me are not enough. I will give it to you this time."
"Thank you for your support, brother."
Huangfu Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief. Like a butterfly, she jumped lightly and flew to the Chenchenfeng Pavilion.
"Beautiful, beautiful."
Looking at that graceful and curvy figure, even though she is covered with a veil, no one doubts that she is definitely a beautiful and fragrant woman.
Lu Wushuang swallowed his saliva subconsciously, with a smile on his face that he thought was very charming, and said: "Hello, I am...well, I am his younger brother, my name is Lu Wushuang."
"The Xuantian Sect knows everything, and the little girl has already heard about it."
Huangfu Xue showed a polite smile to Lu Wushuang, then looked at Shen Chenfeng eagerly, took out a black card from his arms, and said: "Sir, this is the top black card of Sifang Bank. It contains 500 million low-grade cards." Lingshi, please take a look at it."
"No need."
Shen Chenfeng waved his hand, and Lu Wushuang quickly stepped forward to take the card, not forgetting to scratch the other person's palm lightly.
A flash of anger flashed in Huangfu Xue's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He stepped forward to take the True Intention of the Painting Saint from Shen Chenfeng's hand, an extremely excited expression flashed across his brows.
"Thank you very much for your generosity, young master. I would like to thank you here. If you have the opportunity in the future, please come to our Huangfu family for tea."
After Huangfu Xue put away the scroll, she bowed deeply to Shen Chenfeng and hurriedly left the auction house.
The true intention of painting is extremely precious.
Although she came from a wealthy Southern Wilderness clan, she was unfamiliar with the place and had to leave early for fear of being targeted.
However, after Huangfu Xue left, the enthusiasm in the auction house still did not dissipate. Everyone looked at the other scroll in Shen Chenfeng's hand.
"Brother, I dare to ask you about the true intention of this Sword Saint. Are you willing to part ways with me?"
The man in the golden mask groaned, then directly blocked those monks who wanted to compete, and said: "I am willing to pay 450 million for the sword in your hand, what do you think?"
really.
As soon as he made an offer, the crowd that was about to move immediately fell silent.
Although there are many people with distinguished backgrounds in the crowd, there is really no noble person who can produce 450 million low-grade spiritual stones at once.
"Brother, what are your thoughts?"
The golden masked man's voice was full of laughter, and he was obviously determined to win over the Sword Saint's true intentions.
However.
Faced with such an astonishing price, Shen Chenfeng said calmly: "I won't sell it."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
The man in the golden mask looked even more surprised and said, "Why is this? Is it because my bid is too low?"
"of course not."
Shen Chenfeng shook his head and said: "I was really nervous just now, so I sold the painting saint's true intention to solve the urgent need. But now I have no shortage of spiritual stones, and this scroll is of no use to me. .”
"What do you mean?"
The man in the golden mask was a little confused and didn't understand what Shen Chenfeng meant.
Shen Chenfeng put away the scroll, and immediately threw it to Lu Wushuang beside him, and said calmly: "If I am not mistaken, you should also be practicing sword skills, right? This Sword Saint's true intention is to give it to you. "
"This this……"
"real or fake?"
"The Sword Saint's true intention is that he just gave it away like this?"
Seeing this scene, everyone went crazy.
The true intention of the Sword Saint.
It contains the true meaning of the Sword Saint. If you can understand it, you can inherit the Sword Saint's inheritance, and even step into the realm of transcendence and sainthood, becoming a new generation of Sword Saint.
But Shen Chenfeng dismissed it and gave it away casually.
Lu Wushuang was so excited that he almost cried. His legs softened and he suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Brother, how could I be so virtuous as to receive such great favor from you?"
