"The Fengyue Fan is a weapon brought by Zhuge Haoyue, the deputy head of Wolong Pavilion. The fan bones are made of spiritual fox bones, and the fan paper is made of a plate of bamboo bamboo. Once the Fengyue Fan is opened, even a missile cannot be blown up. It is a home trip and killing people... Oh no, it is a must-have item for pretending!"

"Fengyue Fan, the base price is one million, and each price increase must not be less than 100,000 yuan. Please start bidding!"

Yan Ning, who was sitting in the box waiting for Tianzi, saw the Fengyue Fan appearing in the auction items, and was surprised and said: "Senior, why did you sell the Fengyue Fan? The minimum price is only one million, it's not worth it!"

Zhuge Haoyue smiled and took out a fan from her sleeve, saying, "The real Fengyue Fan is here with me!"

"The Fengyue Fan in the auction... is a fake?" Zhuang Xiaoya said inexplicably.

"Not a fake, that's also a Fengyue Fan, but the grade is much worse than the one I have. The price of the Tang Sect Master starts with a price of one million, which is actually a little higher."

Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya nodded slightly after hearing this. With their practice, if the Fengyue Fan in Zhuge Haoyue's hand could arouse their interest, but if it was a defective product, they would not even raise their eyelids.

But the audience below didn't think so. Most of them came from ordinary sects, and their Taoism was naturally not as perverted as Yan Ning. But compared to ordinary people, they were already like superhumans.

This Fengyue Fan could not get into Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya's eyes, but it was just right for them. After a fierce bidding, Fengyue Fan was finally photographed by the head of a small sect for 2.52 million yuan and gave it to his son on the spot.

"No, not bad." Zhuge Haoyue seemed very satisfied with the price, and was even a little unexpected. From this, we can also see how talented Tang Yunyin is in business.

Yan Ning observed carefully and found that during the auction of Fengyue Fan, almost no one in the VIP box, including the people from Bailian Academy. It seems that they are just like Yan Ning and still look down on this Fengyue Fan.

Yan Ning also knew that the auction went to the end, the auction became more and more precious, so he was not in a hurry to bid, after all, good things were behind.

After ten auction items were auctioned, the reserve price of the auction items had risen to 15 million. The appearance of the twelfth auction item finally made everyone in the VIP box lit up, and the slightly tired and sluggish atmosphere in the entire auction house was directly driven.

I saw a high-looking etiquette lady walking to the auction table with a fiery red sword in her hand, and using her perfect figure and white jade hands to show the beauty and sharpness of the fiery red sword.

Tang Yunyin said, "The next auction item was brought by Yan Ning, the descendant of the Wumen Ghost Doctor in Maoshan. The sword is called the Golden Crow Sword. As its name is, it is as red as a golden crow. Once it is unsheathed, the temperature around it can suddenly rise by several degrees. If used properly, you can directly use the Golden Crow Sword to burn the enemy to ashes. It is a must-have weapon for those who make fire! The Golden Crow Sword has a base price of 15 million, and the price increase shall not be less than 100,000 yuan each time!"

"Golden Crow Sword? Isn't that the sword of Yuan Qingming, the great elder of Laoshan?"

"Yes, how could that guy Yan Ning sent it to the Tang Sect?"

"You came late, don't you know? Three days ago, Yan Ning and Yuan Qingming made a bet that the golden crow sword was the golden crow sword. As for the result... you should have guessed it?"

"I'll go! What did they bet on? Yuan Qingming actually lost to the junior who was 100 years younger than him? Even the Golden Crow Sword was sent in, it was a loss of blood!"

...

The first thing that sounded in the audience was not the bidding sound, but the discussion of everyone. Many people who didn't know what happened three days ago also knew about everyone's word of mouth. On the one hand, they expressed admiration for Yan Ning, and on the other hand, they expressed contempt for Yuan Qingming.

When Tang Yunyin introduced the Golden Crow Sword, he specially gave Yuan Qingming a face, not mentioning Laoshan and Yuan Qingming at all, but the people in the audience still talked about them together, which made the scene a little awkward.

In order to save this situation, Tang Yunyin hurriedly said: "Hehe, if no one bids, the Golden Crow Sword will be returned to the Tang Sect and will be auctioned in the next ten years."

People who reacted quickly shouted, "The Golden Crow Sword is one of the rare famous swords in the world. If they missed this time, they might regret it for a long time.

"Five million!"

"One thousand eight million!"

"Who dares to compete with me? My Wuyunju Youchunxu bids 20 million!"

"What are you? I am Shangguan Ao from Xuanyan Tower. I will pay 21 million for the Golden Crow Sword!"

Yan Ning watched the price of the Golden Crow Sword rise rapidly, and he couldn't help but his eyes twitched: "Damn, I said Uncle Tang bought the Golden Crow Sword for 20 million, so why didn't he even blink his eyes? It turned out that he had already prepared this one, alas! I lost it!"

Zhuang Xiaoya covered her mouth and smiled, "It seems that the Golden Crow Sword can be sold for more than 25 million yuan. You spent 5 million yuan to anger Yuan Qingming!"

"The price of this pretending is too high. Five million, how much tea does the tea shop have to sell to make it!" Yan Ning said heartbrokenly.

Zhuge Haoyue laughed: "Yan Ning, you underestimate the value of the Golden Crow Sword too much. The real big heads have not taken action yet!"

"What are you referring to?"

"If you don't mention anything else, then Yuan Qingming naturally wants to lose it and get it back. The Golden Crow Sword is his sword. If it was taken away by someone in the Tang Sect, he would probably not be able to look up at anyone in the Tang Sect."

After hearing what Zhuge Haoyue said, Yan Ning felt even more heartbroken: "Hey, it's better to show off less in the future and save money!"

When Yan Ning was heartbroken, the Golden Crow Sword had already been bidding for 25 million yuan. At this time, Yuan Qingming finally participated in the auction and directly bid for 30 million yuan.

The price of 30 million has already discouraged many people. The two who were clamoring just now also swallowed and gave up the bid.

Yuan Qingming, who was sitting in the private room, was bleeding. This time he came to Tangmen to attend the Haotian event. He had not bought a single thing yet, but he spent 30 million to buy his own sword. How could he not be upset?

"Master, no one dares to increase the price for 30 million yuan." The little Taoist Yuan Yong comforted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Yunyin's voice suddenly came: "The price of the upper-class private room with Tianzi is 100,000 yuan, and the auction price of the Golden Crow Sword is 30,100,000 yuan!"

Bang—

The angry Yuan Qingming crushed the teacup in his hand: "It's that little beast Yan Ning again!"

Yuan Yong smiled bitterly: Yan Ning, Yan Ning, my master has been in Laoshan for many years. Why did he lose his temper when he met you, you?

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Chapter completed!