The ultimate Valkyrie has fallen for me

The next dozen or so items were all junk! It's like they're doing charity work here.

Lu Yuan kept yawning as he watched.

He was furious; he simply couldn't spend the three hundred million.

Even though it's the Shen family's money, we can't just throw it away for nothing.

"Everyone's enthusiasm is truly remarkable! On behalf of the Wugu warriors, I thank you all for your kindness tonight..."

The audience was already dozing off, and the host still had to keep lecturing and praising them, which must have been quite a challenge for him.

I've already taken photos of more than a dozen items. Whether it was the kind of flattery I did before or just wanting to "donate money" to show my presence, I've already spent almost all the money I needed to.

As more trash was taken out, very few people were willing to hold up signs.

"Without further ado, let's move on to the next item."

After a forced warm-up, the host shouted loudly.

The hostess, carrying a tray, swayed as she walked onto the stage.

The auction table wasn't large, and the hostess twisted it very easily, meaning the items being auctioned were small and lightweight.

It's probably another souvenir related to a certain celebrity, which is what Lu Yuan considers trash.

"This item is..."

The host untied the red cloth, revealing something that looked like a photo album, and then, in a deliberately mysterious, drawn-out voice, shouted loudly.

"Mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill!"

What!

In an instant, everyone was jolted awake.

Even Lu Yuan, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Ye Qingcang and the other two were the same. After calming down a bit, the four of them looked at each other and read suspicion in each other's eyes.

Mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill?

Let alone those small forces, even for the seven major martial arts groups, a mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill is a treasure to be cherished by the sect!

How could a mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill possibly be available at an auction?

But given the occasion and the attendees, would the organizers dare to use a fake combat manual to fool them?

Even if the organizer is the Wugu Association, with an unfathomable background, they wouldn't dare to do something like this.

Not only Lu Yuan and his group, but everyone else in the venue had the same puzzled expression and similar thoughts.

"Hehe, it seems everyone has doubts."

The host smiled, then picked up the photo album, opened a page, and showed it to everyone.

Of course, it was only shown briefly for a second.

Although I can't remember all the contents, I can at least see that it is actually a very old, palm-sized tattered page that looks like it has been burned.

"As you can see, this is not a complete mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill, but a fragment."

Incomplete version?

Everyone suddenly realized and nodded in agreement. That's right.

Since combat skills are called "skills," they must possess extremely high levels of skill and precision. If any part of the process goes wrong, it is almost impossible to master them.

Not to mention it's a mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill.

Therefore, this incomplete version is completely unusable for cultivation at this point.

Combat techniques that cannot be cultivated?

As I said before, it is, after all, a mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill.

Even if you can't master something from another's experience, it might still offer some inspiration.

So it still has value.

"How much damage is there!"

Thinking of this, someone immediately asked.

The degree of damage indicates the value of this combat skill.

"The original content of the combat techniques is still unclear. At this moment, we only have seven fragments, totaling one hundred and twenty-three characters, and a somewhat incomplete diagram."

So little...

Everyone frowned again. This level of damage was at most one-tenth of the original; it was far too bad.

After a moment's hesitation, many people shook their heads, completely losing interest.

"Then, let's begin the auction for this mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill!"

The atmosphere, which had finally warmed up, was about to cool down again, so the host quickly spoke up.

"The bid for this auction is 100 million!"

Another hundred million.

If there are too many, the organizers will feel embarrassed to ask for more, but if there are too few, it will seem a bit beneath them.

After the bids were placed, the host looked expectantly at the audience, but no one raised their paddle.

There's too much missing. Tens of millions would be fine, but a hundred million is really too much.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the host's palms began to sweat; was this going to result in a failed bid?

It's common for items to fail to sell at auctions, but today's auction is different. If an item fails to sell, the perpetrator will face more severe penalties.

"One hundred million."

Just then, a voice rang out and number 67 was raised.

"It's Mr. Lu!"

The host was instantly filled with excitement and immense gratitude as he looked at Lu Yuan, who was holding up the sign.

As long as someone raises a paddle and the item doesn't go unsold, he'll be saved.

Ye Qingcang and the other two glanced at Lu Yuan, somewhat surprised.

Given the Shen family's status and position, there's no need for them to curry favor with anyone, so unless they genuinely need something, there's no need to deliberately raise their paddles to buy it.

Moreover, Lu Yuan had done the same thing before, showing disdain for those worthless auction items.

At this point, although the item wasn't exactly trash, it wasn't actually very valuable either. Why did Lu Yuan raise his paddle instead?

Lu Yuan remained expressionless and calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

Mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill!

This auction actually featured a mid-grade Earth-rank combat skill, albeit an incomplete version, but he could complete it!

He only knew that he might find a bargain at a street stall, but he never expected that he would find such a great bargain at an auction of this scale!

This item is useless to others, and judging from the situation, there shouldn't be anyone competing with him.

"Mr. Lu has offered one hundred million. Is there anyone offering higher? One hundred million..."

The host thought so too, so he just said a few words and prepared to bring down the gavel.

"One hundred and twenty million!"

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

Not only the host, but everyone else was stunned. There were two idiots in one show?

Then I turned my head and suddenly realized.

No wonder.

"who is he."

Lu Yuan glanced at the triangular-eyed man holding up a number plate not far away, frowned, and asked in a low voice.

"Grandmaster Qian Botao's direct grandson, and also the third in line to inherit the Qian family's throne."

Xia Banzhu spoke up, then added with a soft hum.

"Although they are both innate grandmasters from Chongming Base City, Qian Botao and our old man don't get along very well, so the Shen family and the Qian family don't get along very well either."

"so."

Lu Yuan suddenly realized that this guy had come specifically to target him.

The others couldn't help but chuckle. It was common knowledge that the Shen and Qian families were always vying for power, and it seemed there was going to be another good show to watch.

"Three hundred million."

Immediately afterwards, Lu Yuan raised the number plate again.

All in.

You want to fight? Then come on.

"Three hundred and twenty million!"

As expected of the grandson of a grandmaster and the third heir, he is truly wealthy and powerful. Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Qianqian raised his number plate again.

Nima.

Lu Yuan's eyes widened slightly; this guy was really going after him.

"Four hundred million!"

Come on then.

"Young master, just so you know, the old man only allocated you 300 million."

Xia Banzhu didn't stop Lu Yuan beforehand; he only spoke after Lu Yuan raised his sign.

"I know I have my own money!"

Lu Yuan glanced at Xia Banzhu, then looked at Qian Qianqian with a provocative expression.

"Four hundred and twenty million!"

Qian Qianqian looked at Lu Yuan, equally determined not to give an inch.

"Heh, you're just being competitive, aren't you?"

Lu Yuan sneered, stood up, and pointed the number plate in his hand at Qian Qianqian.

"Six hundred million! Go ahead and bet if you dare!"

Six hundred million!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lu Yuan in shock. He had actually paid such an exorbitant price for a mere fragment of a combat technique that wasn't worth much.

The host on stage was already wiping away sweat. Damn, he thought it was going to go unsold, but now it's the highest-selling item of the night!

"..."

Although Qian Qianqian was arrogant, 600 million was indeed an astronomical sum, which made him frown.

But the next moment, seeing Lu Yuan's smug and provocative expression, his face instantly darkened.

As the eldest grandson of the Qian family, he has never lost!

"Seven hundred million!"

Qian Qianqian stood up immediately, and his number plate pointed to Lu Yuan.

"Shen family, if you've got the guts, then come and fight!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a big idiot you are, spending 700 million to buy a fragmented combat technique."

To everyone's surprise, Lu Yuan just pursed his lips and sat back down.

"I'm not playing with you anymore."