Chapter 232 Fierce Competition

However, Ye Tian directly called 30 million Jingyuan, which did not dampen everyone's desire to fight, but intensified it instead.

"Thirty-one million!"

"Thirty-five million!"

"I major in kendo, and the Black Prison Crazy Knife is basically useless to me, you two, it depends on your abilities!" The little sword master of the Sword Sect, Zhan Feng, sat upright on the seat, and said to the two women next to him .

These two are Baizhu, the saintess of the Qingzong, and Yin Yuhong, the saintess of the Xuzong.

Yin Yuhong stretched out her jade hand, and slowly brushed aside a few strands of red hair in front of her forehead, revealing a forehead as white as jade, and a smile on her delicate face, glanced at Bai Zhu next to her, and said with a smile: "Sister Bai Zhu, Hei Prison Frenzied Knife is too bulky and probably not suitable for the two of us."

Baizhu nodded and said: "It's really not suitable for us, nor is it suitable for Haiwei, but if you get it, you can give it to Xu He. Doesn't he just want a good weapon?"

"That's good, it's decided like this." Yin Yuhong smiled, looking like she was ready to grab it, as if she didn't pay attention to the other bidders at all.

"45 million!" She said lightly, but added 10 million Jingyuan at once, making local forces like Marquis Wu suddenly silent.

They are just the lords of the Confucian Dynasty, etc., and their wealth naturally cannot be compared with the top masters on all continents. Even if they have enough wealth, they have to consider again and again whether to continue bidding.

After all, the consequences of offending a top sect, especially those who are small-minded and will retaliate, are not something they can bear.

"Amitabha, another fierce soldier is born. I don't know how many people will die under the blade. My Buddha is merciful and benevolent, and I will stop the coming catastrophe." The Buddha put his hands together and chanted In one sentence, bid: "Fifty million."

"Jie Jie, a dead bald donkey with a dignified appearance and duplicity, how can I make you happy?" Guizong Guiguzi smiled sinisterly, and said, "Fifty-five million!"

"The Black Prison Crazy Knife has to be obtained no matter what. The number of people in the Shura Palace has far exceeded ours. If we let them get this knife, their strength will increase greatly. After entering the Yin Absolute Ruins, my Tianyang Sect will not be able to use it." any hope."

"That's right, the overall strength of Shura Palace has already surpassed our Tianyang Sect. If we let them take away the Black Prison Frenzy Knife, our chances are slim!"

In private room No. 90, there were two purple-clothed men sitting on the seats. These were the two holy sons of Tianyang Sect. Next to them, there was another man in green clothes. This person was Feng Shuang.

Feng Shuangneng's participation in the Hundred Sect Competition shows that his status in Tianyang Sect is not low, and he may only be lower than the two holy sons, so naturally he will not be absent on such occasions.

Hearing the conversation between the two senior brothers, Feng Shuang frowned, and said, "Senior brother Wang Chu, senior brother An Li, why don't we form an alliance with Shura Temple, they have a large number of people, and Ditian and Wutian are basically all of us. The best of this generation. Besides, we are from the same continent, so why should we plot against each other and take advantage of others."

"Junior Brother Feng Shuang, don't build up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige. Ditian and Yetian are not bad, but what is Wutian? Although they have profound attainments in the way of prohibition, they are just people who have no control over killing and prohibition." It’s just an eighth-rank Forbidden Master, nothing to be afraid of!”

The one who spoke was An Li, very thin, with yellowish skin, and a head shorter than Feng Shuang, but his eyes shone with a frightening light, and his natural aura was several times stronger than the latter.

"An Li is right. Except for Yan Luo Yetian, Vulcan Ditian, Li Tian, ​​the young master of the Shura Palace, and Tiangang, the holy son, the rest of the people in the Shura Palace, such as the ten masters of Shura, have not even reached the hundred dynasties. , can’t turn over any big waves at all.”

Wang Chu is a big man, with a burly and powerful body, and his purple robe is bulging with muscles, full of sturdy air.

Among the three, his cultivation base was the highest. During the Hundred Dynasties Dacheng period, he was enough to despise most of the people present. He poked his nose at the ten masters of Shura and didn't pay attention at all.

"However, brothers, don't forget that Wutian bought the Jiugong lore before. This is a kind of eighth-level killing ban, and if you are trapped, I'm afraid even I won't be able to escape, let alone Other juniors."

He had seen Wutian's methods in the Hundred Schools Competition, so Feng Shuang was quite afraid of him, and he didn't want to make enemies with him unless it was a last resort.

"Hehe, Feng Shuang, although we don't understand restraints, we still know that restraints are not generally difficult to practice. Eighth-level restraints are enough for Wutian to comprehend for several years!"

Wang Chu smiled and said, if it was outside, with the protection of Shura Hall, Wutian would be able to comprehend safely.

However, this time, it is in the ruins of Jue Yin, and there may be no need to wait for someone to make a move. Wutian will die without a place to bury him, because some people will not let him continue to grow.

Moreover, the emperor and Marquis Wu of the Great Confucian Dynasty also had irresolvable enmity with him, and a fight would definitely be inevitable.

"Brothers, don't forget that we were also there when Zhang He and Zhang Wang were killed," Feng Shuang reminded.

"You don't have to worry, just ask for the price, I will deal with this matter," Wang Chu's tone was flat, as if everything was under control, and there was no sign of panic.

"I hope you don't regret today's decision!" Feng Shuang frowned, took a deep look at the two of them, finally sighed secretly, and said, "Sixty million!"

"Sixty-five million..."

"Seventy million…"

...

The price of the Black Prison Crazy Knife is getting higher and higher, and most of the private rooms have stopped competing. They are powerless and yearn for it in their hearts, but they are too shy to compare with people from such a big sect.

Gou Yaolong of the Forbidden Sect didn't intervene. He majored in restraint and didn't pay much attention to weapons. As a woman, Ye Xue was not suitable for her, so the two of them watched coldly.

Of course, if they were replaced by imperial soldiers, they would spare no effort to fight for it.

The members of the Qi Sect naturally didn't say that the Black Hell Crazy Knife came from within, and if they intervened again, it would be tantamount to reaching out and slapping themselves in the face.

Not to mention the Wanbao Pavilion, they are only in charge of the auction, if they wanted it, they would have bought it directly from the great elder of the Qi Sect.

Therefore, at this moment, only people from the major forces on the four continents are left to fight frantically.

Han Tian frowned and said, "Several major sects are asking for prices. It seems that Ye Tian wants to get the Black Prison Crazy Knife, and he can't do it without bleeding."

"It's reasonable for other sects to intervene, but the group of bald donkeys in Gutuo Temple actually intervened. I really don't know where they have been practicing Buddhism for decades."

Everyone is very puzzled, isn't Buddhism paying attention to the purity of the six senses, laughing at the world of mortals, and seeing that the four elements are all empty? But the Buddha did the opposite, which is really incomprehensible.

"This alone is enough to prove that Gutuo Temple is not a pure place for Buddhism. On the contrary, their desires are stronger than anyone else's. When facing them in the future, you all have to be careful," Di Tian warned.

Shan Youde and the others nodded, they believed in what Di Tian said.

Han Tianxie smiled and said, "Yetian, do you have enough essence in your mustard seed bag to fight with them? If not, don't say anything out of face!"

"Haha, do you really think that I've been in the Ten Thousand Beasts Cave for nothing?" Ye Tian let out a long laugh, and immediately said, "One hundred million essence!"

He was so domineering that he directly added 30 million!

Because of this, the price of the Black Hell Crazy Knife soared directly to 100 million Jingyuan, and if it was replaced with essence, there would be 10,000 pieces!

Shi Jiaoyun didn't react too much, because she was already numb to the strangeness. In her heart, each of these people became more perverted and richer than the other, and the 10,000 essences might just be a fraction of them!

"One hundred and ten million!"

"One hundred and twenty million!"

"One hundred and thirty million!"

"One hundred and forty million!"

Ghost Sect, Gutuo Temple, Xu Sect, and Tianyang Sect all bid without hesitation.

Ye Tian said: "200 million!"

"It seems that he is determined to win." Wang Chu frowned. According to this, the price of the Black Prison Crazy Knife is bound to exceed 500 million, and 500 million means 50,000 essence.

Tianyang Sect only has one medium-sized spiritual vein, while Asura Palace has one medium-sized spiritual vein and one small-sized spiritual vein. Naturally, the financial resources cannot be compared. One hundred thousand essences is also a problem for him.

So, he hesitated!

If you continue to fight, even if you are photographed by yourself, you may not have enough essence to pay the bill.

Wang Chu looked at An Li beside him, and asked, "How much essence do you have?"

An Li thought for a while: "About ten thousand!"

"Including the 30,000 I have here, it's only 40,000, which may not be enough."

Then, the two looked at Feng Shuang in unison, and the latter shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Don't the two senior brothers know about my situation? The resources I got are almost not enough for cultivation, so how can there be any excess?" savings".

"Two hundred and ten million." Wang Chu called out the price first, and then said rather helplessly: "If the Black Prison Crazy Knife breaks through the five hundred million mark, let's give up!"

Fozi hesitated and continued to bid.

Fozi are all like this, let alone Guiguzi, and then he opened his mouth, his purpose is not Hei Prison Crazy Sword, but specifically targeting Fozi.

But Yin Yuhong of Xuzong didn't hesitate at all, and shot directly.

...

"500 million!"

After several rounds of asking prices, Ye Tian became a little impatient. He glanced at the audience and directly increased it to 500 million, intending to remove some spoilers in advance.

Now, the auction house fell silent.

The old man in black on the high platform trembled slightly, and the excitement and excitement in his eyes were undisguised. Obviously, the price far exceeded his expectations.

The people under the high stage had dull eyes and blank minds.

This competition is too fierce! It actually reached 500 million, more than five times the value of Hei Prison Crazy Knife itself!

It was the first time for many people to see this scene of wielding energy like dung, and it felt more exciting than watching a tragic fight.

At the same time, everyone is more and more looking forward to how much the Black Prison Crazy Knife will rise, and who will be the final winner.