Chapter 229: Not a Local Tyrant, but a Big One

This time, Ji Yuan Pavilion made a lot of money!

All the monks looked at Yuwen Ziyi with shock on their faces.

10 million is simply an astronomical figure that they can't imagine for these loose cultivators, or even the cultivators of low-level sects.

10 million at every turn, such a thing could not even imagine in their dreams.

Now they actually saw such a local tyrant in person, spending 10 million to buy a preaching treasure box, and they are not 100% sure that there is a treasured preaching box in it!

The world of the rich, they really can't imagine it!

It was at this moment that they looked at Chen Feng.

Just quit, Chen Feng bid five million in one go, and raised a full three million, but now Yuwen Ziyi has raised a full five million, raising the price to ten million!

They want to see how Chen Feng will bid this time!

"According to the level of the two people on the bar, I'm afraid this kid should pay 20 million this time!" A cultivator speculated on the side: "Twenty million martial artist Yuanjing, this is the only way to suppress Yuwen. Self-satisfied spirit!"

The monk said in a low voice, but the monks around him could hear them all and nodded secretly.

Because what the cultivator said was right, they all saw it, Chen Feng and Yuwen Ziyi are now having another invisible battle!

In the process of bidding for treasure, suppressing the opponent's spirit, making the opponent unable to pay the price, can make the opponent lose face!

Such a confrontation can only be carried out by the rich!

These cultivators became puzzled when they saw Chen Feng's current appearance, but in the next moment, they saw that the corner of Chen Feng's mouth turned into a cunning arc!

In this arc, there is even a hint of joy and a victorious attitude!

"Could it be... he really wants to bid 20 million Martial God Origin Crystal?!"

All the cultivators looked at Chen Feng instantly, and even their breathing became heavier!

I saw Chen Feng raised his hands in front of everyone staring, and lit up the palms and backs of his hands in front of Yuwen Ziyi!

"This is... the number of 20, he really wants to bid 20 million!"

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar!

Even Zhen Yun looked at Chen Feng with a horrified look!

Yuwen Ziyi looked at Chen Feng and bit his lower lip. He had bid 10 million, which was already a very high price!

"Could it be that this ordinary boy really has 20 million?" Yuwen Ziyi and the other three were shocked and inexplicable!

Just as everyone was waiting for Chen Feng to speak, Chen Feng was unhappy and said, "What are you all muttering over there! Do you think I can't hear you?"

I saw Chen Feng suddenly retract his hands to his chest, and then he actually clapped!

"what?!"

"He turned out to be applauding?!"

"He's not going to bid twenty million?"

...

Chen Feng looked at all the cultivators around him like an idiot, then pointed at Yuwen Ziyi with a finger and said, "You think I'm as idiot as him, spend 10,000,000 Yuanjing, a martial artist, I don't know if there is any treasure. The Missionary Box."

Speaking, Chen Feng looked at Yuwen Ziyi with a sneer and said, "You won this competition, local tyrant... ah, no, you are not a local tyrant, you are called a tyrant!"

With that said, Chen Feng walked to the side, picked up a preaching treasure box, and said to the stall owner, "How much is this?"