Kamimine

Chapter 390 Three Billion, You Win

"What kind of useless card is this? Is it even usable?"

When the gods looked at Liu Chengfeng's card, none of them recognized it.

"What kind of card is that? Anything below gold is worthless!"

Jun Lu Nan sneered, dismissing it with disdain. She always used the black gold card and looked down on other cards.

Liu Chengfeng remained silent, smiling as he looked at Yi Ersan.

"This is the legendary card of the Sansheng Trading Company."

Yi Ersan immediately verified Liu Chengfeng's credentials.

"Legendary Card—"

They didn't react, but those inside the auction house were shocked.

"A legendary card has really been released? Where did it come from? This, this, this can't be right."

Even the highest patriarch of the Sansheng Trading Company was alarmed and extremely shocked. After observing, he gasped.

"It really is a legendary card!"

They had never seen this card before, only heard of it. This card was said to be usable not only in the Twelve Heavens of Mad Dragon, but also in higher worlds and dimensions!

"Never heard of it. What's the limit? Is it three billion?"

Jun Lu Nan scoffed. The Black Gold Card was the highest-level card in Sansheng Trading Company, and there were only five available throughout the entire six days!
"No limit."

Yi Ersan told her.

"No limit? How is that possible? Impossible—"

The gods were shocked, even the Black Gold Cards held by True God Ruyu and the others had a limit of 3 billion!

"How could that be? No spending limit? Is it more valuable than my Black Gold Card?"

Junlu Nan doesn't believe it!

"That's true."

Yi Er nodded three times.

Liu Chengfeng smiled without saying a word, looking at Yi Ersan.

"The Black Gold Card is the highest-level card. When did the Legendary Card come out? Could it be a setup by your Sansheng Trading Company, with some shills hired by you?"

In order to curry favor with Jun Lu Nan, the Holy Son of Nine Infants smeared the Three Lives Merchant Guild.

"The reputation of Sansheng Trading Company is priceless, older than any other tradition. Do not speak nonsense here!"

Yi Ersan's eyes turned cold, his face turned grim, and his imposing presence was terrifying.

He, who had always been amicable and made money, became extremely terrifying after losing his aura. The gods present shuddered, overwhelmed by his power.

For a moment, no one else dared to utter a sound.

Liu Chengfeng rested his chin on his hand, watching the show. He actually hoped someone could provoke Yi Ersan and see how long this guy could hold out.

"Brother Liu, where did you get this card?"

Ming Tian, ​​who was in shock, came to her senses and asked in a low voice.

"Pick it up."

Liu Chengfeng said it casually.

Ming Tian was dumbfounded. An unlimited legendary card? He really found it by chance? Where did he find it?
Ming Tian's priests and generals were speechless, feeling that their master was too honest and believed his nonsense!

"Two billion, is there a higher price?"

The second and third hammers were used.

"Your Highness, aren't you very rich?"

Liu Chengfeng smiled and said, "I'm determined to make things difficult for Jun Lunan."

"Two billion one hundred million!"

Jun Lu Nan's face was grim.

"2.8 billion."

Liu Chengfeng slowly quoted a price.

"you--"

Jun Lu Nan trembled with anger, glaring at Liu Cheng Feng with wide eyes.

"You surnamed Liu, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for this princess?"

Junlu Nan was furious.

"Trading is free, how can you say you're going against the princess? If Your Highness has no money, then we'll let you have it."

Liu Chengfeng laughed and clasped his hands in a fist salute to her.

This infuriated Jun Lu Nan even more, and he publicly humiliated her.

"Your Highness, take him down, we'll scrape together the money for you."

Her henchmen, the young master of the Chilong and the holy son of the Nine Infants, fawned over her and immediately raised money.

"Three billion!"

Jun Lu Nan couldn't bear to lose face, so he gritted his teeth and made another offer.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, I lost 3 billion."

Liu Chengfeng clasped his hands in a fist salute and laughed heartily to congratulate him.

"Aren't you going to bid?"

Jun Lu Nan's expression changed; she had thought Liu Cheng Feng would compete to the very end.

"Thirty billion is too expensive and not worth it. Princess is much more generous, spending thirty billion without hesitation."

Liu Chengfeng shook his head.

Jun Lu Nan's face suddenly turned ugly. Thirty billion to buy a world-class divine skill!

The problem is, she doesn't need it. If she did, it would be worth it, but she already possesses cosmic-level divine skills.

She was ripped off for spending a fortune on unnecessary supernatural powers.

The gods dared not utter a word. The starting bid was 500 million, and in their minds, the maximum was 1.5 billion, no higher.

Paying double the price, I got ripped off.

"you--"

Jun Lu Nan trembled with rage, realizing he had been made a fool of, his eyes blazing with fury.

Liu Chengfeng pretended not to see it.

"The next item is still a world-class divine skill, the Thirteen Ancient Demon Swords, which is perfectly suited for all of you God-Kings."

"This is it, it's here."

The others were invigorated and stared at this world-class divine skill.

The Thirteen Ancient Demon Swords were engraved on a treasure.

This treasure resembles a fortune-telling container, containing thirteen fortune sticks engraved with ancient symbols.

"Legend has it that this divine skill was left over from ancient times. The lot contains the Thirteen Ancient Demon Swords, which are the ultimate swords of the demonic path and are known as the ancestral swords of the demon race. The starting bid is 800 million."

Yi Ersan's introduction.

"Eight hundred and ten million—"

The Poison Sting God immediately made a offer; this one was better than the previous one.

"Eight hundred and twenty million—"

"Eight hundred and thirty million—"

The gods are burning with passion; this world-class divine skill is better than the "Dividing Boundary Divine Skill".

Liu Chengfeng didn't fancy the Thirteen Ancient Demon Swords; he had his eye on this treasure.

The all-seeing eye of the heavens told him that this divination box and the thirteen divination sticks were not so simple!
"This item can be photographed; it's an old piece."

Huang Sha Nu casually remarked.

"Old things, are they your old things?"

Liu Chengfeng asked her.

“These are old things that belonged to someone. In the past, this was a world with an owner.”

Strangely, Huang Sha Nu was unwilling to talk much.

This made Liu Chengfeng even more puzzled, so he asked Tianlong.

"It's possible that there are traces of the ancients, but it's also possible that they are dead and later became my world."

Tianlong told the truth.

Before him, the Mad Dragon Twelve Heavens did indeed bear traces of its former master, but it was ownerless.

"Nine hundred and ten million—"

"One billion—"

Liu Chengfeng quoted a price directly.

The gods' gazes immediately fell upon Liu Chengfeng, who was stirring things up again. "Are you really going to do this?"

Poison Sting General's face darkened, his gaze turning sinister.

He was determined to acquire world-class divine skills, but he didn't want to buy them at double the price like Jun Lu Nan did.

"If you're not satisfied, you can make a price offer."

Liu Chengfeng gave him a cold look.

"you wanna die--"

Poison Sting General's expression changed, his killing intent rose, and his poisonous light shone.

"If you don't have money, get out. Don't act tough here."

Liu Chengfeng sneered, disdainful.

The Poison Sting God is about to kill someone; who dares to humiliate him like this!
"One billion! Who's going to bid higher? This isn't a place to bully people!"

Even Yi Ersan was dissatisfied.

"One billion five hundred million—"

The price quote for the Poison Sting God General.

"Five billion."

Liu Chengfeng uttered a single, light sentence.

"Where do you get such a bid?"

Everyone present was in an uproar, and many people thought that Liu Chengfeng was a plant.

“You can also make a bid.”

Liu Chengfeng looked at everyone slowly and arrogantly.

"Do you dare to keep bidding? Don't quit halfway through!"

Jun Lu Nan was also unconvinced and retorted coldly.

"Two billion."

Liu Chengfeng held up two fingers.

"Your mother——"

Poison Sting General cursed loudly and tried to rush over to kill Liu Chengfeng.

This is a direct sell-off; they don't need to bid anymore.

"Three billion."

Liu Chengfeng held up three fingers.

Anyway, it wasn't his money, so it didn't matter. He looked at Yi Ersan with a smile.

"Three billion, is there a higher price?"

Yi Ersan asked everyone.

The gods fell silent, their eyes blazing with fury.

The most coveted world-class martial art, yet no one has obtained it!

"Your Highness, my fellow gods and kings, please name your price."

Liu Chengfeng's gaze swept across everyone.

The gods ignored him, and he was angry but helpless.

"Having the life to take it doesn't guarantee having the life to enjoy it."

The Poison Sting God General uttered a sinister sentence.

"The final, most anticipated item: a wooden ball! Starting bid: 1 billion."

After the two world-class martial arts skills were auctioned off, only one final item remained, which was Liu Chengfeng's target—the wooden ball.

All the guests present wanted to leave; no one was interested.

"Why are you making this the grand finale? It's been auctioned more than ten times already, and it's failed to sell every time. Next time, make it the grand finale with something truly amazing!"

Even Junlu Nan was dissatisfied.

"Exactly, this wooden ball is worthless!"

The wooden ball has no real value, but it used to be used as the grand finale, and people would discuss it with great interest, making it a topic of conversation.

This time, they failed to capture the world-class martial arts skills that everyone wanted, which inevitably made them a little annoyed and led to some complaints.

"This item was consigned by a distinguished guest and awaits its destined owner."

"Fine, you guys keep it and keep filming."

Nobody was interested. Ten billion yuan to buy a useless wooden ball. Even Jun Lu Nan, who didn't care about money, wouldn't be willing.

"Ten billion, I'll take it."

Liu Chengfeng spoke.

The guests, who were about to leave, suddenly stopped and stared at Liu Chengfeng in disbelief.

"Let's not film this."

Mingtian was also startled by him and whispered a reminder.

As far as she knew, the wooden ball had been bounced more than ten times, but no one was interested. Who would be willing to be a sucker?
Everyone stared at Liu Chengfeng as if he were crazy. Ten billion to buy a worthless wooden ball? This is insane.

"Are you really not a shill?"

Junlu Nandu has doubts.

"Your Highness, you can give me a price, and then I'll know if I'm a shill or not."

Liu Chengfeng chuckled.

"you--"

Jun Lu Nan's expression changed drastically.

"I'll offer 1.1 billion."

Jun Lu Nan refused to believe it, gritted his teeth, made a bid, and stared at Liu Chengfeng.

"Two billion."

Liu Chengfeng calmly and deliberately quoted a price.

"Damn, there really is a madman. This guy is insane."

Everyone was in an uproar; if this was a setup, it was too outrageous.

"Ha, you won, congratulations."

Jun Lu Nan laughed loudly and stopped bidding, feeling a sense of vengeful satisfaction.

"Thank you. I thought Her Highness would offer 3 billion. It seems I overestimated her."

Liu Chengfeng said something slowly and deliberately.

"you--"

"You bastard, surnamed Liu!"

Jun Lu Nan was trembling with anger; he had made a fool of himself!

Liu Chengfeng ignored her, took his things, and turned to leave.

Ming was stunned and followed Liu Chengfeng away. This was too outrageous.

However, as soon as Liu Chengfeng and his group came out of the auction house, they were blocked by Poison Sting General.

"I'll offer 800 million for your Thirteen Ancient Demon Swords."

The Poison Sting God, surrounded by poisonous gas, stared at Liu Chengfeng.

"Let's run!"

Ming Tian was horrified and tried to run away by pulling Liu Chengfeng along, but Liu Chengfeng didn't move.

"what a shame--"

Jun Lu Nan, who was about to leave, glanced at the divine general with disdain.

The Poison Sting God looked embarrassed, but pretended not to hear.

The other gods exchanged glances, probably realizing that more than one person had considered seizing the property by force, but simply didn't dare to do it.

"What if I don't sell? Are you going to break my bones?"

Liu Chengfeng laughed.

"If you walk the night too often, you're bound to encounter a ghost!"

The Poison Sting God smiled sinisterly; he had already delivered the threatening words.

"Ghost, then let me kill you first, you ghost."

Liu Chengfeng laughed loudly, stepped forward, and blocked the path of the Poisonous Thorn General, his killing intent rising.

"You overestimate yourself and dare to provoke him. Dragon Poison will make you wish you were dead."

Jun Lu Nan rolled his eyes, thinking that Liu Chengfeng was overestimating himself and courting death.

(End of this chapter)