The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

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Is it not conspicuous enough?

After a slight pause, the host quickly made a price offer.

"Nine hundred and fifty-one times!"

This time, her voice was much louder.

"one thousand!"

"One thousand and fifty!"

"Eleven hundred!"

"One thousand one hundred and fifty!"

.......

Qin Yangjun got into a fight with Geng Yaoxing. As soon as Geng Yaoxing made a bid, he immediately made a bid in return.

This made Geng Yaoxing grit his teeth in anger.

He stared intently at Qin Yangjun, then looked up at the gray-robed old man.

The guards at this auction house are very powerful, at least at the mid-stage of the Void Realm. These two Nascent Soul stage guards are no match for them.

This prevented him from retaliating.

After all, no matter how arrogant he is, he knows his own limitations.

He could only call out to Qin Yangjun.

As Qin Yangjun raised the price again and again, his anger began to rise.

The price once reached 2,500.

However, just as Geng Yaoxing shouted out 2,500, his bodyguard reminded him.

“Young Master, the value of this Weak Water Mystic Crystal is at most around 1,500. There’s no need to bid any higher. Since this kid wants it, just give it to him. Let’s see if he can come up with that many high-grade spirit stones.”

Upon hearing this, Geng Yaoxing suddenly came to his senses.

It's just a material for crafting a defensive magic weapon; there's no need to fight over it so fiercely.

He then put down the bidding paddle and waited for Qin Yangjun to call out a price.

"Two thousand five hundred per time!"

However, Qin Yangjun below also put down his sign.

"Two thousand five hundred twice!"

Geng Yaoxing panicked a little. If he took the Weak Water Crystal back at such a price, he would definitely get a scolding.

"Two thousand five hundred and three times! Congratulations to Young Master Number Twelve! You won the Weak Water Mystic Crystal!"

Qin Yangjun below also offered his congratulations with clasped hands.

"Congratulations, Young Master Geng! You won the Weak Water Mystic Crystal for 2,500 high-grade spirit stones!"

boom!

Geng Yaoxing slammed his fist on the handrail, staring at Qin Yangjun with bloodshot eyes.

"You did this on purpose, kid!!"

"Oh dear, what is Young Master Geng saying? I don't understand..."

Although he said that, Qin Yangjun kept smiling.

That expression seemed to say something.

I did it on purpose, so what if you're not happy?

"you!"

Geng Yaoxing suddenly stood up, and at the same time, the gray-robed old man above also turned his gaze to them.

"Young Master! Calm down! Calm down! The people above certainly wouldn't dare to hurt you, but doing so could get you blacklisted by Wanbaolou, and the head of the family would be very unhappy then."

Upon hearing this, Geng Yaoxing could only suppress his anger.

He then glared fiercely at Qin Yangjun and sat down.

Di Yulong, who was standing nearby, also offered words of comfort.

"Brother Geng, don't be angry. This kid probably can't see your identity card because his cultivation is weak. When your identity is called out later, it will scare him to death."

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Auction (Part Two)

Hearing Di Yulong's words, Geng Yaoxing felt they made sense, so he said loudly:

"My name is Geng Yaoxing from the Geng family. May I ask your name?"

"Why should I tell you?"

This faint response immediately silenced the entire auction hall.

Those sitting here all have some understanding of Sanyan City.

The Geng family is one of the three giants of Sanyan City.

He actually dared to talk to Geng Yaoxing like that.

This guy is finished!

Everyone cast pitying glances at Qin Yangjun.

The gray-robed elder above also looked at Qin Yangjun, and then his brows furrowed slightly.

Qin Yangjun's disguise skills weren't particularly advanced, so he noticed the clues at a glance.

So young, yet so courageous...

This aroused a sense of curiosity in the old man in gray.

"Don't look around, old man!"

Just as he came into contact with Qin Yangjun, a voice suddenly exploded in the old man's heart, and he suddenly felt a dark cloud descend upon him.

It weighed heavily on my heart.

Qin Yangjun below seemed to have noticed something as well, and he slightly raised his eyes.

Qin Yangjun's gaze met the old man's, and he took in the shock in the old man's eyes.

"That old bastard was probing me just now, wasn't he?"

“I warned him, and he probably won’t do anything rash.”

Mingduo responded calmly.

Qin Yangjun then withdrew his gaze.

"Okay, then let's ignore him."

Geng Yaoxing above stared intently at Qin Yangjun.

"Good lad! I'll remember you!"

Facing that threatening gaze, Qin Yangjun showed no fear; he maintained his previous calm and composed expression.

Before long, the second item was brought up for auction, and then the bidding proceeded smoothly.

During this time, neither Geng Yaoxing nor Di Yulong above moved.

Qin Yangjun went even further, closing his eyes and resting below.

"Congratulations to Young Master No. 68 for winning the fourth-grade spiritual weapon, the Blazing Sun Bow. Now, let's welcome our next item."

Soon after, a jade bottle was brought up, and the host immediately began his introduction.

"This is the Great Yang Pill, a fifth-grade elixir, an extremely yang-nourishing substance. The starting bid is three hundred high-grade spirit stones, and each bid cannot exceed fifty."

Now..."

"Four hundred!"

Before the host could finish speaking, Di Yulong, standing above, eagerly began bidding.

There weren't many things he was interested in at the auction, but this Great Yang Pill was one of them.

"five hundred!"

At this moment, Qin Yangjun, who had been silent, suddenly raised his sign.

This startled Di Yulong; he hadn't bid earlier, but now he reacted immediately to the price.

This kid?! Is he deliberately trying to make them uncomfortable?

"Five hundred and fifty!"

"Seven hundred!"

"Seven hundred and fifty!"

At this point, Di Yulong was already gritting his teeth. This was his bottom line price; if they asked for more, he wouldn't take it anymore.