......

Not long.

Ye Feng and Long Aotian came to a spacious hall and found two spots at will.

"Then, next is the seventh lot,"

"The origin of the God Thunder, the auction price is three million contribution points."

As the auctioneer's voice fell, a small box filled with the origin of golden thunder was served on the auction table.

Ye Feng felt the thunder from a distance and frowned slightly.

This thunder...

"The fifth place in the Shenzhou Spiritual Object List is just that."

It does have extraordinary effects for supreme and nirvana monks, but for him, it is only a collection value.

After taking a look, I lost interest in my heart.

"How long will it take to see the next time the God Thunder appears?"

Ye Feng stopped a waiter and asked.

"After half a year, sir."

The waiter replied respectfully.

"How about it?"

"Would you like to buy a little directly? If you refine the power of thunder, we can reach the fifth level together."

Long Aotian suggested.

Anyway, Ye Feng has a strong financial resources, so it doesn’t matter if he buys some directly, so there is no need to waste half a year.

"No,"

"We'd better wait for half a year."

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said with a chuckling.

"Why?"

"Where do you come from so much? Children should not talk too much, just listen to adults."

......

A few moments.

After leaving the auction hall, Long Aotian's face suddenly changed.

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

I saw that his right hand "softened" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed that even the bones did not exist, and it turned into a pile of plasticine.

"What's the look?"

“It’s quite unique.”

Ye Feng couldn't help but smile.

"Damn it, I won't be cursed by anyone, right?"

Long Aotian meditated on the spot and began to investigate his physical condition.
Chapter completed!