The auctioneer laughed dryly and said, "Although 50,001 is a good number, the rules for auction houses are to add more than 1,000 taels, and add more than 100 taels, and add one taels to add one taels, which is not in accordance with the rules."

There were a lot of ridicule coming from the auction hall.

Zhan Zhan Luoluo said generously: "I'm sorry, I'm tight recently, I want to be more frugal. 50,000 yuan is 50,000 yuan."

The auctioneer said: "Fifty-one thousand taels, fifty-one thousand taels, are there anyone who has increased the price?"

Lan Junyuan next door chuckled and said, "A gentleman does not win the favor of others. Since the young master likes it, how can Lan be an ignorant person? Please."

Since there was no opponent, the three-legged magic crystal naturally fell into Zhan Zhan's hands without any doubt.

Zhan Zhan sighed and said, "It's expensive."

Han Feixie said: "It's okay."

Zhan Zhan lowered his voice and said, "The people from the Lan family are really annoying." If Lan Junyuan hadn't added 20,000 taels at once, he would have been able to get it at a cheaper price.

Han Feixie said: "You can say such words loudly."

Zhan Zhan: "..."

The auctioneer quickly launched the third auction item, "Where can you keep your hands when you are in the world? This thing completely meets the needs of every person who walks in the world. You will know that it is powerful when you hear the name - Poisonous Stinger! Take a look. This glove is made of fine iron, but it is flexible and free. The thin thorns on the back of the hand and the palm are highly poisonous. Anyone touches it and will definitely die within one minute! Whether it is chased or being chased, it is very practical and reliable. The minimum price is 80,000 taels, and the price is 1,000 taels!"

Although this poisonous stinger is good, Zhan Zhan lacks interest. It’s okay to use this thing well, but it may be tickling yourself to death if you use it a lot.

Han Feixie seemed to have no interest, and the things were quickly taken away by a wealthy businessman.

"Oh, the competition is not fierce. It doesn't matter. I know everyone must be waiting for the last one! But before that, let's all have a rest. You must watch the good things slowly." The auctioneer kept a secret and was immediately booed by the audience.

Zhan Zhan came to buy a mask. He thought that the last thing could not be a mask, so he planned to go to the manager to buy and sell it privately. As soon as he left the box, he saw two doors on the left open at the same time.

Lan Junyuan and Wei Xing came out at the same time - plus he was only three.

All three of them were stunned.

Lan Junyuan smiled and greeted Zhan Zhan, turned around and walked left. Whether he agreed or had a tacit understanding, he turned around and Wei Xing turned around, and the two of them walked forward in a row, one in front and one behind.

Zhan Zhan keenly realized that there was a little smell of gunpowder between Wei Xing and Lan Junyuan. The two were obviously close, but there was no communication. He wondered, and thought he was the least popular person in the other families, so why did he lose his throne after going out?

He didn't think much about it, and went to the stairs to find the manager to express his willingness to buy a mask.

The manager did not agree immediately, just said to look for it.

Zhan Zhan knew that Ning Qiushui had not told him that he dared not make decisions privately, so he nodded and walked back to the private room. Anyway, he wanted to know what the last treasure was. When he arrived at the door of the private room, he saw Wei Xing and Lan Junyuan walking out of the Situ family's private room one after another. They were smiling on their faces, but there was no smile in their eyes, and then they went back to the private room.

Zhan Zhan thought for a while, curiously looked over to see the name of the box, and found that Lan Junyuan was entering the box with the Lan family, but Wei Xing was entering the box with... a box marked with the royal family?!

He returned to the private room and said things to Han Feixie in this way.

Han Feixie said impatiently: "You care a lot of people."

"..." He shared the gossip with joy but was disappointed. Zhan Zhan was a little bored and secretly complained about Han Feixie's moodiness.

Han Feixie felt that his tone was a little heavy, and the atmosphere finally eased. He didn't want to make a fuck again, so he softened his breath and said, "I don't want to hear the name of the Lan family."

Zhan Zhan suddenly realized. That's right. If it weren't for Lan Yuemei, Han Feixie wouldn't have suffered so much. Now he wants his mother but his father but his father is not good. Compared to his parents, his family has a big career, which is indeed a little miserable. Thinking about this, he felt relieved again. The eldest brother is not easy, so the younger brother has to take more responsibility.

Han Feixie saw that he was sitting far away and frowned and said, "Why do you whisper when you sit so far?"

"Oh, yes." Zhan Zhan moved his butt again.

Han Feixie looked at his right leg and his left leg and nodded with satisfaction. Then he thought that he had something wrong. What should I be happy about when the two of them sat close to each other... Is this really a problem?

Zhan Zhan saw Han Feixie happy for a while and was unhappy for a while. He thought he was very concerned about Lan Junyuan's existence, so he hurriedly said, "Brother, if you want to go back, let's go back first. You can buy the masks somewhere else."

Han Feixie turned to look at him.

Zhan Zhan stared at his eyes and tried hard to distinguish the information conveyed inside. After a while, he understood, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Brother, tell me, how to beat him up? Should I rush in and find fault now, or wait at his doorstep?"

Han Feixie said: "Didn't you call me Feixie?"

Zhan Zhan: "..."

"Why have you become a big brother?"

Zhan Zhan was speechless. He couldn't say that because of this cold war, he felt that calling the elder brother would make it easier for him to remind himself to hug his thighs?

Han Feixie was silent for a while and said, "Is it because I mentioned your brother, so you miss your brother?"

"Ah?" Zhan Zhan swore that he had never had such an idea. He and Zhan Lei had never met, and even if he wanted to think about it, he could not remember it. He wanted to resurrect him because of his favorable feelings for Yun Wuyi and Ning Chunyi and his excellent reputation.

Han Feixie felt strange in his heart. There were signs of this kind of monster when they were alone in the Wanwan Beast Realm. He unconsciously wanted to get close to him. Seeing that he was not here, he was a little restless. Now this sign has become more and more obvious, and even a desire for possessiveness that even he feels inexplicably.

That's right, it's just possessiveness.

After analyzing his mood, he found that Zhan Zhan was a little jealous when he was too concerned about others and wanted to get his attention back, so he cared so much about Ning Chunyi.

Could it be that the two of them get along so harmoniously in the Wanwan Beast Realm that they care too much about this friendship?

Han Feixie became inexplicably irritable. When he was a child, he was still concerned about whether his father cared for him, but this concern was that Lan Yuemei attacked him, and his father dissipated when he was still watching coldly. From then on, he got used to being alone and living freely. Now he cares about him again, making him feel strange and nervous, and even a little fear.

Zhan Zhan cares too many people.

Zhan Bubai, Yun Wuyi is his parents, Zhan Lei is his brother, it doesn't matter, Ning Chunyi is his sister-in-law - it's another to say whether this sentence has any moisture. In addition to his trialists, Lan Chun, and other young men from other aristocratic families who seem to be unfavorable to them... the weight he occupies is pitifully small.

Zhan Zhan saw Han Feixie's face getting darker and darker, so dark that it almost squeezed out the ink, and finally couldn't help saying, "What do you want? Give me a correct word, don't worry, don't say that you are different from me, we have No. 1 to No. 8 around us as helpers, so that he can fall into our hands in a neat way and go to their house in pieces!"

Han Feixie returned to his spirit and said, "Oh."

“…oh what does it mean?”

"Oh, what's the auction now?"

Zhan Zhan was stunned and realized that the auction house was already in full swing, and his bids soared from 500,000 yuan...

Five hundred thousand?

Zhan Zhan was frightened. He asked No. 1: "What's the auction?"

No. 1 said with a solemn expression: "Sword God's belt."

Zhan Zhan said in a daze: "Ha? Sword God? Which one?"

No. 1 said: "The belt of the Sword God in the Kirin Sword God."

Zhan Zhan saw Han Feixie. There are three major families in the Divine Sword Continent, namely Qilin, Qingwen, and Wandu. The reason why they have been the top family in the mainland that has been around for nearly a hundred years is that they have produced the Sword God from their ancestors. This family background is completely incomparable to Bai Mengshan. Because of this, although the Han family has united many families through marriage, they have never been able to look up in front of the Qilin family. To put it bluntly, the most important thing for the Han family to survive until now is not the appearance of the eldest son of the Han family, but the Qilin family that has not been killed. If the Qilin family really takes a ruthless move, even if the Han family becomes Tengyun, the prince consort of the two empires of Ziqi will be useless.

Han Feixie's face was solemn.

Zhan Zhan whispered, "Is it definitely true?" With the Qilin family here, how could they agree to the things of their ancestors wandering outside?

Han Feixie was about to speak when he heard a very harsh roar of swords passing through the air, and then the audience was in an uproar.

Zhan Zhan couldn't help but rush to the door curiously.

I saw a young man standing tall and tall figure at the auction table.

The auctioneer smiled dryly and said, "Young Master, I can do this auction alone."

The young man raised his head proudly, "My surname is Qi."

“…”

The whole audience was quiet.

Zhan Zhan muttered, "You ran to the stage to introduce yourself? You're free when you're full." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man surnamed Qi look at him with sharp eyes and was shocked.

The auctioneer was very knowledgeable and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know if it is the Qilin family..."

The young man surnamed Qi sneered.

The auctioneer was swept by his eyes, and his face felt like it was burning, and he felt so painful.

The young man surnamed Qi walked to the auction item and reached out to grab it.

"stop!"

Another person jumped out, but it was a girl with a pretty and graceful figure. She stood on the stage and faced the young man surnamed Qi, one left and one right, very pleasing to the eye. The girl said, "I handed this thing over to the auction house for auction. It was my thing before the sale was completed."

The young man surnamed Qi narrowed his eyes and said, "Is it yours?"

The girl nodded, "It's mine."

"Okay." The young man surnamed Qi pulled his sword and stabbed the girl without saying a word!

When you practice to the upper level, that is, swordsmen above the Sword Emperor level can hide their sword energy. Unless you use the sword energy, it will be difficult for others to see the root of it. Before the young man and the girl took action, everyone present was stunned.

Two Sword Kings!

The destructive power caused by the Sword Emperor's fight can be imagined.

The auction site immediately became a disaster scene, and everyone fled one after another.

Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie also ran away. As soon as they came out, they saw Wei Xing coming out of the box with a slender figure. Zhan Zhan glanced at him and whistled in his heart, □, there should be more, less, and a good figure! He just covered his face and couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Junyuan and Situ Fen also came out. Several people looked at each other and all lowered their heads and ran out.

Fortunately, the private room VIP has a dedicated access and there is no need to squeeze with others, so we arrived at the door soon.

The door was also in chaos, with several carriages blocking the road and refusing to give in to each other, and the managers bowed their heads and bowed and mediated.

Wei Xing held the masked girl and wanted to get into the car, but saw the girl suddenly turned around and looked at Lan Junyuan.

Lan Junyuan immediately came up and said, "Don't worry, princess, I will send the flowers to the palace tomorrow."
To be continued...