Fighting Through the Heavens: Become a disciple of Han Li and kill the unrivaled demon Xiao

"One million and three hundred thousand!"

Fan Ling, the young master of the Blood Sect, spoke immediately with sharp eyes, causing everyone in the venue to shout.

The price of 300,000 gold coins was suddenly raised. Obviously, he was determined to win this fighting skill. But just when everyone thought that this would be the same as before, a slightly charming voice slowly sounded out.

"Haha, I'm sorry. Our Tian She Mansion is also very interested in this. Auctioneer, I bid 1.4 million!"

Following the sound, Xiao Yan couldn't help but be slightly startled. Several women with hot figures in green dresses and veils were huddled in a corner of the venue.

"It turns out to be someone from the Heavenly Snake Mansion. It seems that the water in this Black Corner Territory is deeper than I thought."

Xiao Yan immediately took a deep breath and felt a sense of shock in his heart. The Tian She Mansion is a dominant force in the northwest region, and it is very likely that the legendary Dou Zun-level existence is hidden in it.

And he, Xiao Yan, and two of his subordinates were from the Tian She Mansion, but he didn't expect to meet the other disciples here.

"But perceiving their strength, these people are all in the Douwang stage, and there is no Douhuang."

Xiao Yan couldn't help but be stunned for this investigation result, but soon he figured out why.

In a huge sect, there are naturally strong and weak people, and different people do different things. The person in charge of this black seal auction is just a two-star fighting emperor, so even if he has the most precious thing in his hand, Things are all about Dou Huang.

In this case, why should you care so much?

This also made Xiao Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't have to worry about being inexplicably exposed and being hunted by the Tian She Mansion.

Just as Xiao Yan was thinking about it, the price of Thunder Bat Wings had already started to soar. Soon, it had risen to more than 1.7 million, and this rising momentum was still at an inseparable stage.

"One million and nine hundred thousand, elder, please give me some face."

A sly smile appeared on Fan Ling's pale face, and he stared at the hot-figured woman in green robe.

The latter, covering his mouth and laughing, immediately said:

"In this case, what if this Thunder Bat Wing is given to Master Fan Ling?"

Immediately, she slowly sat down, apparently choosing to give up the auction.

Fan Ling took a long breath of relief, then turned to look at the auction table, faced the auctioneer, snorted coldly, and said:

"Why are you still standing there? Not announcing the result?!"

The auctioneer smiled brightly and was not intimidated by Fan Ling's words. Instead, he continued the rules of the general auction venue and continued:

"One million and nine hundred thousand, the first time."

"One million and nine hundred thousand, the second time."

"One million and nine hundred thousand, third."

Just before he was about to drop the hammer, a faint voice sounded immediately. Although it was not loud, it made the entire venue shake.

"Two million!"

Everyone looked back and saw a cold and stern man in black robe sitting on a furry seat, crossing his legs and speaking unhurriedly.

Hearing this, Fan Ling, whose expression had already calmed down, immediately frowned and was about to shout, but was pulled down by the old man next to him.

For a long time, he did not increase the price, but his eyes looked at the man in black robe who suddenly appeared, but there was a bit of murderous intent that could not be concealed.

"When it's over, go find out who he is!"

After saying this, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he immediately spoke in a low voice:

"My Fan Ling's things are not so easy to cut off."

One wave has not subsided, another wave has arisen, and when no one expected, this Thunder Bat Wing actually changed hands like this.

The next auction stage fell into a short period of weakness. Although the items on it were rare in the world, for everyone present, the appeal was far less than the previous items.

However, this is normal. Ups and downs are the path to long-term development. Just when Xiao Yan thought that nothing would attract his attention, Han Li's voice appeared in front of him again. ear.

"what?"

Following a brief period of surprise, Han Li's voice appeared in Xiao Yan's ears:

"Be sure to get the next thing!"

As Han Li's voice fell, Xiao Yan, who had no time to ask, heard the old man starting to speak on the crystal platform.

Looking along the sound, when the strong light dissipated, Xiao Yan's eyes widened when he saw the auction items clearly appearing on the crystal stage, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

A broken and primitive map fragment appeared on the auction counter, but its size was half the size of a scroll.

"Haha, according to our research, this should be a corner of some kind of ancient map. As you all know, this kind of map inherited from ancient times usually leads to some kind of secret realm."

Although countless people sneered at his words and even raised their middle fingers unceremoniously, it was obvious that the auctioneer's pleasant words could not deceive them.

It’s not a complete map, so what can we do!

"The starting price for this broken picture is one hundred thousand gold coins."

"Now, the auction begins!"

Chapter 151 The auction ends

Some people were happy, some were worried, some looked down upon the broken picture, but some were really excited at the moment, fearing that others would see the benefit of this thing.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan tried his best to suppress the thoughts that were surging in his mind. At this moment, he only knew one thing, and that was that he was bound to win this residual picture!

"One hundred and ten thousand gold coins!"

As the old man finished speaking, Xiao Yan immediately spoke. Many people were cheered, but for a long time, no one had the idea of ​​following the price.

After all, this residual map is just a part of a complete map. The success rate of finding the correct path and ancient ruins is extremely low.

If anyone really wants to gain something from this, he must be a big gambler.

However, there were also other people who thought for a while, does this person know something about the secret of this map?

With these thoughts in mind, after about dozens of seconds of silence, some people began to tentatively increase the price.

"One hundred twenty thousand"

"I'll pay 130,000"

However, soon, the price was stuck at 140,000 gold coins. No one was an idiot. Who would spend 140,000 gold coins to buy a rag that they didn’t even know was real or fake?

Could it be that the bidders were dragged in by the Black Seal Auction House?

With this thought in mind, the way they looked at the bidder began to look strange. Some even cast suspicious eyes on Xiao Yan, who was wearing black robes, and the auctioneer on the high platform.

"One hundred and fifty thousand"

No matter how outsiders looked at it, in their eyes, Xiao Yan was still looking at Erlang's legs leisurely, tapping his fingers on the armrest, and slowly increasing the price.

It's hard to see what's going on with such an attitude. As for the other people, they may be following suit, or they may be just hotheaded. After they figured it out, they were even glad that they had a big enemy to take over, with a look of gloating on their faces. .

"One hundred and fifty thousand times."

After seeing no one bid for a long time, the white-haired auctioneer breathed a sigh of relief and raised his ornate wooden hammer to make a routine inquiry.

If this broken map didn't go unsold, it would be equivalent to making money. He didn't expect how much this little broken map could be sold for.

But at this time, a slightly cold voice suddenly appeared in the hall, attracting the attention of countless people.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Everyone looked back and saw that the person who spoke was the young master of the Blood Sect, Fan Ling. However, at this moment, when he looked at the face of the mysterious man in black robes, he could not conceal his pleasure.

"Come on, don't you like to cut off beards? Why don't you give me a quote?"

Fan Ling secretly thought in his heart, staring at the latter intently, and then narrowed his eyes slightly, as if staring at prey.

Everyone present, including the auctioneer, did not expect that someone would raise the price because of this. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.

The man in black robe did not hesitate to take out two million before. He was still calm and calm, and seemed to have strong financial resources. Fan Ling, the blood sect on the other side, had a wealth as well. Once these two people got angry, then this residual picture would... I'm afraid there will be a lot of premium.

"Twenty-one thousand."

Xiao Yan was still increasing the price slowly, but at this moment, his eyes under the black robe already contained an icy coldness.

Looking at Fan Ling through the black robe, he seemed to be looking at a dead person.

He was bound to get the mysterious residual map. If anyone stood in his way, Xiao Yan wouldn't mind turning him into a corpse.

The soul power quietly penetrated the body and swept across Fan Ling and others. Xiao Yan immediately got the information and lowered his voice and said secretly:

"Four fighting spirits, two fighting kings"

Although this kind of strength is terrifying to ordinary people, in Xiao Yan's view, although it can be regarded as a bit scary, if he takes it seriously, it is nothing.

If Han Li takes action, the test will be considered a failure, so Xiao Yan does not intend to use the teacher's power, but only relies on his own strength to stir up the situation.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand."

Fan Ling, after seeing Xiao Yan following the price again, continued to follow. For him, the other party's behavior in dealing with the auction items that he was interested in had already touched his bottom line.

He has already arranged for his men to investigate. If the other party does not have a strong background, then when he leaves the auction house, he will let the man in black robe know what regret means.

However, what he didn't expect was that Xiao Yan thought the same way.

"Three hundred thousand!"

Xiao Yan is too lazy to play house with Fan Ling. He definitely has much more gold coins than the latter. The Blood Sect may be big, but can it compare with the wealth accumulated by the Yun Lan Sect over thousands of years?

If he was serious, no matter the treasures, just gold coins, Xiao Yan could easily take out eight figures, but those rare treasures, martial arts and fighting skills were the big ones.

However, a tall tree attracts the wind. In a chaotic area like the Black Horn Region, Xiao Yan did not want to expose his wealth too much. He was not afraid of thieves stealing, but he was afraid of thieves eyeing it.

Anything that threatens you must be eliminated.

"Young Sect Master, we can't raise the price any more."

An old man with white hair was trying to persuade Fan Ling at the moment, and this man was a Blood Sect Fighting King that Xiao Yan had sensed before.

"It doesn't matter, the flying fighting skills have not been auctioned before, and the gold coins in our hands are sufficient."

Speaking of this, Fan Ling's eyes revealed a sickly red light.

"I want to have fun with this guy."

After that, he let go of his voice, ignored the dissuasion, and said calmly:

"Four hundred thousand!"

The people sitting under the stage also realized at this moment that the two began to fight. For a while, many people watched the fight with the attitude of watching a good show.