"I'll pay two hundred!"

Two hundred spirit stones!

The monks around him were sensational.

Two hundred spirit stones are probably the limit of this purple-blue brush, and Yang Fan is very clear about this.

If the price increases continue, the buyer will lose more than hell.

"You..." Old Xian Cheng looked at Master Xu Fu with an angry look: "Do you have to go against me?"

Master Xu Fu sneered: "This is a bad word. This is fair competition. Whoever has more spirit stones will be the one who belongs to this talisman. Friends of Taoism comment."

"Of course, whoever has the highest price will be the one who will be."

“Yes, fair competition.”

Most of the field agreed.

Old Xian Cheng's face was gloomy and clear. His financial resources and the power behind him were far inferior to Master Xu Fu. If he continued to compete like this, he would only lose even worse.

"Two hundred spirit stones, this little fellow Taoist, what do you think?"

When Master Xu Fu saw that Old Xian Cheng had turned off the fire, he looked proud and the smile on his face became brighter, as if the purple-blue brush was already at his fingertips.

"Let's go!"

Old Xian Cheng looked unrestless, put away the spirit stones on the table, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Old Cheng, wait!"

Yang Fan stopped Cheng Laoxian.

"What does Yang Yaoshi have any teachings?" Cheng Laoxian's heart moved, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

"Does my master have no right to speak for this talisman pen for sale to anyone?"

Yang Fan's lips slightly pursed.

"This..." The smile on Master Xu Fu's face froze.

The monks around also suddenly realized that after a long time of consent, the competition between the two of them did not have the consent of the Master Fu Bi.

"Old Cheng, according to the previous agreement, one hundred spirit stones, this talisman pen belongs to you."

Yang Fan said clearly and calmly.

Wow!
Chapter completed!