The woman in the palace dress was the leader of the Wanxiang Tower. She came to Zhuo Buqun and said with a smile: "I thought Mr. Fang Zhuo had delayed something, please take a seat!"

Zhuo Buqun nodded, and then, led by the palace dress woman, flew into the air with everyone in Xiaoyao Sect to a platform above, which was the empty Tianzi No. 1 position.

"How is that possible?"

Han Lingfeng's face was full of incredible expressions, and Hu Jiaojiao was even more stunned.

There was an uproar in the auction hall.

"Who is that person? How could he be qualified to sit in the number one position of Tianzi?"

"Is his identity even bigger than the powerful fighting saint?

Could it be the son of the Yan family of the ancient clan?"

Everyone was talking about it at first.

After finding out the origins of Zhuo Buqun and the people of Xiaoyao Sect, there was another uproar.

Especially those geniuses who participated in the finals, their expressions became extremely wonderful, confused, envious, jealous, and dissatisfied.

Master Wen and others were even more dizzy as if they were dreaming.

Hu Yanchangsheng was shocked and began to look at Zhuo Buqun again.

Wanxiang Tower is a large chamber of commerce spread all over the star field. Even if Zhuo Buqun has the support of the Xuanming Double Saints, he would not let Wanxiang Tower treat it like this.

"The origin of Fang Zhuo's son seems to be not that simple!"

While Hu Yanchangsheng was shocked, he completely gave up his thoughts of taking revenge, but don’t spend your life in the sake of his dead grandson.

The old man with crane hair on the left said in a deep voice: "Flower Club, I want to know what the origins of these people are. Do I even want to surrender to them?"

Before the woman in the palace dress answered, Hu Yan Changsheng sent a message to the old man with the crane hair, "Mr. Qingyuan, this person had used the Taiyin Talisman a few days ago to almost kill the evil saint..." The old man with the crane hair looked shaking, and his eyes showed a look of surprise and suspicion. He looked at Zhuo Buqun and stopped saying anything.

Zhuo Buqun's eyes flew across the audience and saw five top geniuses sitting on the brocade carpet.

"Wanxiang Building specially collects some detailed information about all geniuses, please check it out."

The woman in the palace dress took out a jade slip and handed it to Zhuo Buqun very respectfully.

"Xiao Ting, Han Wufeng, Ao Beiming..." Zhuo Buqun's consciousness entered the jade slip, and the detailed information of geniuses was immediately perceived by him.

"The top genius in Yifang Star Field is indeed extraordinary. It seems that this final cannot be careless."

Zhuo Buqun's brows frowned when he saw the achievements of several top geniuses.

"Young Master Fang Zhuo, can you start the auction now?"

The woman in the palace dress asked, and after receiving Zhuo Buqun's permission, she nodded to an old man on the auction table.

“This auction begins now!”

The old man said loudly, everyone's attention was instantly attracted, and the noisy auction hall calmed down.

This time, the auction held by Vientiane Building specifically targeted geniuses participating in the finals was obviously carefully prepared. Most of the auction items are of great use to these geniuses, so the competition was extremely fierce at the beginning of the auction.

Zhuo Buqun's goal is to fight the Saint Blood Crystal, and some rare materials that can improve the Four Symbol True Original Picture. He is not very interested in other auction items, so he did not participate in the auction.

"Yang Ling Pill, a seventh-grade pill, as long as the consciousness is not destroyed and the body is not dead, you can recover quickly after swallowing this pill.

The starting price is 50 million Star Stone!”

An auction item was sent to the stage, and as the old man's voice fell, many geniuses began to compete for auction.

The final is imminent, and there will inevitably be casualties in the finals. If there is a pill that can recover instantly, you will naturally have more points in your victory. No wonder many geniuses are flocking to it.

Soon, the Yang Ling Pill was lifted to the height of hundreds of millions of low-grade star stones.

"One 50 million low-grade star stones!"

Han Lingfeng, who was sitting in the front row, stood up and said loudly, "Whoever competes with me is just not able to get along with Jianxiao Palace!"

The auction hall suddenly became quiet, Jianxiao Palace has always been domineering in its actions, and Han Lingfeng's words made many geniuses dispel the idea of ​​bidding.

The old man on the stage snorted coldly, "This is Wanxiang Tower!"

"My younger brother is young and ignorant, please don't blame me!"

A young man in black on the brocade carpet stood up and apologized to the old man, saying that it was Han Wufeng, the first genius of Jianxiao Palace.

Then he looked at the top geniuses on the brocade carpet and said with a smile: "Please give Jianxiao Palace a favor and I."

Han Wufeng is also well-known in the Tianhe Star Domain, and this time he will definitely be among the top ten. He spoke at this time and no genius will compete with Han Lingfeng.

The old man on the auction table was about to announce, but Zhuo Buqun suddenly spoke, "160 million!"

A sharp light flashed in Han Wufeng's eyes. Although he didn't care about Yang Lingdan, he cared about his own face. Zhuo Buqun did this obviously not to give him face.

Han Lingfeng sneered: "I have some money, it depends on how you compete with me... 200 million star stones!"

"Two ten million!"

"Two-five million!"

...The crowd in the auction house whispered, more than 200 million low-grade star stones could almost buy a top-grade star soldier in the ground level. No matter how precious the seventh-grade pill is, it is not worth the price. These two people are obviously fighting.

Han Wufeng's face turned pale and shouted, "Ling Feng, stop at the right time!"

"Four hundred million!"

Han Lingfeng lost his mind a little, looked up at Zhuo Buqun who was on the stage, gritted his teeth and said, "If you can exceed 400 million, Yang Lingdan will be yours!"

Zhuo Buqun smiled indifferently, "Since you want Yang Ling Dan so much, it's yours.

If you buy a pill for 400 million low-grade Star Stone, Jianxiao Palace is really rich!”

Han Lingfeng originally wanted to trick Zhuo Buqun, but he didn't expect Zhuo Buqun to give up and was stunned.

"400 million low-grade star stones, Yang Lingdan returns to Jianxiao Palace Han Lingfeng."

The old man on the auction table made the final decision.

Han Lingfeng's face was pale. The 400 million low-grade star stones were not a small number. Although he could afford it, it was obviously not worth the effort to buy a pill after spending so many star stones.

The auction continues to be held, and the more expensive the auction items they take out, the more intense the competition becomes.

"Retaining the sword sheath can moisten the sword spirit. Retaining the sword for ten days can release more than twice the power.

Starting price, 700 million low-grade Star Stone!”

A treasure like a scabbard has a starting price of up to 700 million low-grade star stones, which discourages most people.

Some fighters with sword fighting spirits have bright eyes.

"One billion low-grade star stone!"

Han Lingfeng stood up again and shouted loudly.

Han Wufeng's threatening eyes passed by those fighting players who were eager to try.

The Sword Raising Divine Sheath is a treasure specially used to moisten the sword spirit. It hides the sword spirit into the magic sheath and releases it when facing the enemy, and can burst out several times of powerful power.

Moreover, the sword spirit of the disciples of Jianxiao Palace is actually the Douling Spirit. Raising the Sword God Sheath also has the effect of enhancing the Douling Spirit. Therefore, Han Wufeng and Han Lingfeng are determined to win the sword God Sheath.

"One billion!"

Zhuo Buqun's voice broke the silence in the auction hall.

Han Lingfeng shouted sternly: "Fang Zhuo, are you sincerely trying to go against me?"

Zhuo Buqun showed a sarcastic look, "That's true, you only realized now that it's so stupid!"

Han Wufeng looked at Zhuo Buqun with cold eyes and said indifferently: "Fang Zhuo, raising the sword sheath is useless to you. Give up the auction, I owe you a favor!"

"Is your favor valuable?"

Zhuo Buqun smiled.

"very good."

Han Wufeng nodded and shouted to the old man on the auction stand: "I suspect this person is maliciously bidding, so please ask Wanxianglou to verify whether he has the financial resources to bid!"
Chapter completed!