When he heard this voice, Chen Feng, who was still smiling, suddenly turned gloomy.

Obviously, this was a direct provocation to Chen Feng himself, which was tantamount to a slap in his face!

Chen Feng, since he became the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Light, whoever meets him is not respectful and who is not wary of him?!

However, Qin Yichen was the exception.

The entire auction house smelled a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Taihao Holy Land has produced four thousand and one drops of spiritual liquid. Is there anything higher?"

On the auction stage, Yilin's smile became even brighter, and although her voice sounded sweeter, it was obviously provocative.

"Five thousand..."

"Holy Son!"

Chen Feng still wanted to bid, but someone beside him reminded him, "Holy Son, please don't act on your own initiative, business matters are more important!"

Five thousand spiritual fluids is not a small amount.

Chen Feng calmed down a little, but his anger persisted.

"Holy Son, I think they did it intentionally. There is no one with extraordinary fire attribute talent in Taihao Holy Land. Therefore, his move is intended to deliberately anger the Holy Son. If the Holy Son spends a lot of spiritual liquid on this,

, isn’t it true that we have been deceived by those villains like Taihao?”

After hearing what he continued to say, Chen Feng took another look at Qin Yichen with a provocative face and felt that his credibility was extremely high.

Of course, taking the photo of the Seven Sacred Fire Ganoderma can temporarily relieve his anger, but it will definitely have a certain impact on his future affairs.

After all, the Holy Lord of Light only gave him more than two hundred bottles of spiritual liquid. It would definitely not be a wise move to use fifty bottles at this time.

In the end, although Qin Yichen won the Seven Sacred Fire Ganoderma with 401 drops of spiritual liquid, there was no smile on his face.

His actions, in Chen Feng's view, were provocative, but Chen Feng's actions were actually aimed at him!

Qin Yichen also couldn't swallow this breath.

"I will definitely make you pay a hundred times, a thousand times the price!"

A cold light flashed in Qin Yichen's eyes, and he said to Mo Yanfeng, "Senior Brother Mo, can you leave the remaining spiritual liquid to me? I will go back and explain it to the Holy Master."

"good!"

Mo Yanfeng knew what he was going to do, but this time he didn't stop him.

The hatred between Taihao Holy Land and Light Holy Land can no longer be resolved. In this case, why should we swallow our anger?!

"Oh, that poor guy is going to be in trouble..."

After seeing the evil curve at the corner of Qin Yichen's mouth, Li Yuanba couldn't help but mourn for someone for a second.

He had never seen anyone end well after angering Qin Yichen.

However, since then, Qin Yichen has not raised a price once, nor has he argued with the Holy Land of Light. This made Mo Yanfeng unable to figure out what Qin Yichen wanted to do.

"This is a killing weapon. Although it is broken, my appraiser from Guyulou has determined that the user of this killing weapon is definitely a saint-level powerhouse!"

Yilin said to a long knife brought to the auction table.

"The starting price is one thousand, five hundred drops of spiritual liquid!"

The long knife was placed inside transparent glass. Although it was isolated, everyone at the scene could still feel the astonishing evil aura emanating from the long knife.

The blade of the long knife has a serrated shape and is dark red in color. I don't know how much blood I drank, so that the blade is covered with a thick layer of blood.

However, this long knife has no handle. It seems to have been cut off by some sharp weapon. However, through the crack in the handle, you can see that there is still a frightening blood red inside.

This is indeed a rare killing weapon!

However, the handle of the knife is missing. Not only can it not be used, but it will injure itself with murderous energy. That is why the starting price is so low.

"Good knife!"

Chen Feng's eyes felt hot.

Isn't this knife specially prepared for him?

It's not that there are no weapons in the Holy Land of Light, it's that there are no weapons suitable for him.

"Two thousand spiritual fluids!"

Chen Feng was the first to speak and directly added five hundred drops of spiritual liquid.

Originally, there were several people who were a little tempted by this murder weapon, but after hearing his voice, they all gave up bidding.

Chen Feng is a demon, and those who offend him will end up miserable. It's not worth it for a broken murder weapon.

Seeing the quiet scene, Chen Feng showed a smile of satisfaction.

He enjoys having this kind of intimidation!

"Three thousand spiritual fluids!"

However, a cold voice suddenly came out, causing the pride on his face to freeze instantly.

It was Qin Yichen who increased the price!

"Three thousand one hundred spiritual fluids!"

Chen Feng's voice almost came out from between his teeth, and his words carried murderous intent and threat. The temperature of the scene seemed to have dropped a lot because of this.

"Four thousand spiritual fluids!"

However, Qin Yichen remained unmoved. He added a thousand more in one breath without even thinking about it.

"Holy Son..."

"Get out of my way!"

The person next to Chen Feng still wanted to persuade him, but Chen Feng slapped him to the ground. He almost roared, "Four thousand one hundred spiritual fluids!"

Obviously, no matter what the other reasons were, he was bound to get this killing weapon.

"Five thousand spiritual fluids!"

The light voice without any anger came out again the moment his voice fell.

"Five thousand one!"

"Six thousand..."

"Are you crazy?"

Everyone in the auction house looked at the two people tit for tat with dumbfounded eyes.

This murder weapon was worth more than 2,000 spiritual liquid at most, but now, the price has been crazily raised by a full three times!

Of course, there are also happy ones.

That person is naturally Yilin.

Originally, after Chen Feng spoke, she thought it was over, but who knew Qin Yichen would appear.

"Taihao Holy Land has already offered six thousand spiritual fluids. Is there any higher price?"

Yilin's music is still so clear and sweet.

"Boy, you are deliberately going against me, Chen Feng, right?"

A murderous voice came from Chen Feng's mouth, and everyone could hear his anger and murderous intent.

"Tsk, tsk, it turns out that the Holy Son of Light is just such a thing. He can't even produce six thousand spiritual fluids..."

However, Qin Yichen looked at him with a smile on his face, and tsked and mocked him by name.

"asshole!"

Chen Feng cursed angrily, "I will give you seven thousand spiritual fluids!"

"Seven thousand..."

Qin Yichen seemed to be hesitating, as if he was debating whether to continue to increase the price, but after a while, he said angrily, "Oh, the spiritual liquid is not enough, then I congratulate Holy Son Chen Feng for taking the picture of the invincible man with seven thousand spiritual liquid."

Killer weapon."

He said he meant congratulations, but everyone could hear the ridicule in his words.

Seven thousand spiritual fluids to buy a broken killing weapon. What kind of idiot would do this?!

Although he won the auction, Chen Feng's face was ashen. However, Qin Yichen's last words made him almost vomit blood...

"I wonder if Holy Son Chen Feng, your little spiritual liquid is enough to compete for Lingtian's order?"
Chapter completed!