Volume 1 Chapter 133 Feng Mian
Chapter 133 Fengmian
Zhang was overjoyed. He still had 14 million spiritual stones to use after the two-phase deduction, so he had to buy something more. The auction at the conference continued. High-level monster skins, high-level magic weapons, and high-level elixirs were presented one by one. Although the items were good, they were difficult to discern. When he was secretly disappointed, a small walnut-sized white ball was placed on the auction table. .
As soon as the bead ball was placed on the table, it immediately aroused discussions: "Calming beads?!" "Is there anyone selling this thing?" Looking at the arrogant expressions of the monks around him, Zhang Wen decided to take a picture of it, because the next product was for him to throw away. Herbs, when he should have run for his life, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Fourteen million."
His shout made the monks participating in the auction stop talking and join the bidding. Suddenly, there were shouts of "Fifteen million." "Eighteen million." "Twenty million." "Twenty-two million." "Twenty-five million."
"So expensive? What's the use of the Calming Pearl?" Song Yunyi asked.
When other items are put on the auction table, most of them require an introduction to their functions, but the Calming Bead is like a herbal medicine. Just introduce the name and start bidding. Obviously the demon cultivators all know about the Calming Bead. Zhang Ain smiled and said: "It probably has a calming effect, no matter what. As for him, everyone must be grabbing something good." He raised his hand and shouted, "Thirty million."
In the end, Zhang Wear snatched this thing away at a high price of 38 million, minus the deduction amount of 14 million, and took out another 24 million spiritual stones to pay the bill. Zhang Wear took out the spiritual stones and muttered : "How expensive!" Fortunately, he had been forced to be a robber many times before and obtained a large amount of property from many monks who wanted to kill him, so he dared to squander it like this.
He took pictures of Yin Bing and the Calm Bead. The eyes of the people around him changed. Knowing that he was a high-level monk who formed the pill, they all made plans to rob them. Especially those monks who had been following him for days, their eyes turned green and they wanted to live. Eat Zhang Afraid. However, when Zhang Wei's ten thousand-year-old herbal medicine was put on the auction block, their eyes turned red again, the red color of fiery and fanatical greed.
The auctioneer introduced the items: "Auction item No. 90, six thousand-year-old herbs, one for each auction, and will be divided into six auctions. The starting price is 10 million, please bid."
The audience went completely crazy, six thousand-year-old elixir! Everyone started bidding.
The monks responsible for monitoring Zhang Ai felt vaguely strange, No. 90? Number ninety? At a glance, I saw the number 90 that he was playing with in his hand. The herb belonged to him! These people were constantly surprised and indignant: "Why is he so lucky? He has money, medicine and extraordinary fire."
Zhang Wen smiled and watched the lively scenes directed by him, which was so satisfying.
Not long ago, the first herbal medicine was sold for 30 million yuan. Zhang was afraid that he would not be satisfied. Last time someone else's medicine sold for 50 million yuan, why should mine be cheaper? He gritted his teeth and prayed: "It will go up, it will go up." He didn't shout for more money, but wanted to give himself more time to escape.
The attraction of Wannian Herbal Medicine is great. It paused for a while at the 30 million position, climbed to the peak of 40 million in the blink of an eye, and was finally sold at a price of 45 million.
The auction of the first herb ended and the second one started to be auctioned. At this time, Zhang Ain and Song Yunyi held up their license plates to look for the service staff, as if they had something to negotiate.
The aboveboardness of Zhang Ai and the two completely eluded dozens of surveillance personnel. They did not believe that someone would be so generous as to abandon hundreds of millions of spiritual stones and run away, so they did not pay much attention to it. So Zhang Ai made them believe that someone would actually do this once. .
These people focused entirely on the herbs and spent all their money on bidding, hoping to win the next herb for their family. But when the herbal auction ended, he discovered that all the herbs were in the hands of one person, and Zhang was afraid that Song Yunyi had also disappeared.
The monks responsible for following him were frightened and nervous, looking for Zhang Ai everywhere.
At this time, Zhang Ai was not much more relaxed than them. He tried his best to escape but failed. He stood face to face with a middle-aged man outside the north gate of the Holy Capital, with Song Yunying nervously accompanying him.
The middle-aged man was wearing a white robe with a black command mark embroidered on the cuffs. He said expressionlessly: "Join the Holy Capital Deaconry or die."
Zhang Ai was a little worried in his heart. This man's aura was extremely powerful, at least two levels higher than his own. He forced a smile and said, "What do you call me, senior?" The man in white still had an expressionless face: "Feng Yingwei, Feng Mian." His words were emotionless, his eyes were expressionless, and he looked empty and empty, like a fool.
Zhang was afraid that he knew that his expressionless expression meant that he didn't care about him at all. He handed the robe to Song Yunyi's hand and whispered to Xiaozhu: "Protect Yunyi." Then he stepped forward and stood still. He breathed a little and felt his body move. A five-color light group burst out, with red, yellow, white, green and gold lingering and overlapping, shining out in thousands of colors, firmly protecting him, and looking from a distance, it looked like a big glowing Easter egg.
As the Five Elements Magic Shield unfolded, five round shields flew out from his belt, about the size of a millstone, and circled around Zhang Aidi. Each shield has a different color, and the speed of rotation is so fast that it makes people dizzy.
Feng Mian still spoke hollowly: "Do you want to die?"
As he spoke, five knives flashed out from Zhang Weishou's head, pointing at Fengmian's formation from a distance, holding a golden crystal shield in one hand and a moon shadow knife in the other, and said slowly: "I don't want to." Before he finished speaking, a ray of white light shot towards Fengmian. Feng Mian flicked his sleeves slightly, as if he was brushing away the dust in front of his eyes easily and casually, but the air was tightened, and a thin wind rolled up, tightly binding the Moon Shadow Knife in the wind. He nodded and said: "It's a good knife, but it's a pity that your cultivation level is too low." He grabbed the knife with his hand, looked at it carefully and put it in his bag.
Zhang Pa had never been so cautious in facing an enemy before. He did not expect that he would be easily taken away after using all his strength to attack with a knife. He was horrified. He controlled the Moon Shadow Knife with his mind, but his consciousness was cut off and he could not control it. After all, the Moon Shadow Knife was not his life magic weapon.
His eyes turned cold, and he threw the Golden Crystal Shield into the air. With a wave of his left hand, five more knives flew into the air.
The sleeves waved to reveal the meteorite gold wristband, which surprised Feng Mian a little: "There are really a lot of good things." His words reminded Zhang Pa, and he sacrificed the Changsheng Fan and the Earth Spirit Bracelet, snapped his fingers, and activated the small five-element knife formation.
Earth Prison Wood Prisoner, a yellow and a green light ball with the five-element knife formation covered Feng Mian, Feng Mian's expression changed slightly: "No wonder I want to recruit you into the Deacon Hall." As he spoke, his figure swayed and disappeared on the spot.
Zhang Pa snapped his fingers again, urging another five-element knife formation to move back, protecting Song Yunyi in the formation, and then flashed into the first five-element formation, carefully on guard. Five knives were fixed in the air in the shape of a five-pointed star, with Zhang Pa standing in the middle. At this moment, one of the corners suddenly burst into a strong light, followed by a loud bang, and a white jade hand appeared there.
The air shook slightly again, and Feng Mian appeared, staring at his hand as if he couldn't believe it. The white jade hand actually cracked, and the crack spread a few inches to reveal the skin, and a few drops of blood dripped out. Feng Mian said hesitantly: "You actually made me bleed?"