Chapter 90

Ye Feng's words made Han Zidie startled for a moment, wondering what Ye Feng was going to do?Could it be that he really wanted to buy the black knife himself?
Although Han Zidie was very curious, he didn't ask too much, and immediately said coldly: "Zhuge Qingyuan, no one is going to increase the price any more. Why don't you send the knife to Box [-]?"

Although there was no one who spoke, the cold voice made Zhuge Qingyuan tremble involuntarily.

"Cough! I announce that the fake royal weapon, the Black Knife, was sold at a sky-high price of 300 million..."

"Where did all this nonsense come from? If you don't deliver it within five breaths, I'll let your blood stain the auction table red."

The cold words with murderous intent suddenly came out from the box number [-], causing Zhuge Qingyuan's body to shake suddenly, and everyone on the first and second floors to be shocked.

Yu Wenhao in box No. 28 on the second floor frowned slightly, rubbed his chin and muttered in doubt: "Why didn't you see her when you came here? Could it be that... she has already entered the box in the inner hall?"

The beautiful woman in box 38 who was still struggling and hesitating kept replaying Han Zidie's sarcastic words in her mind, and finally sighed softly, the struggle in her eyes dissipated and said softly to herself: "It seems that the black knife is none other than her." Forget it! Let’s not argue, so as not to provoke a bastard who likes to make trouble and kill people.”

Shen Qing in room 78 was still gnashing her teeth and hating Yu Wenhao, but when she heard Han Zidie's cold words with murderous intent, she sat on a chair and shook her head with a wry smile: "I really didn't expect her to come too , even if Hei Dao was not photographed, I don't have any regrets in my heart at this moment."

Also on the second floor, in box No. 90, there is a person sitting cross-legged in meditation. This person has not participated in the auction since entering the box, and has been meditating with his eyes closed.

But when Han Zidie's murderous words came out, the person suddenly opened his eyes.

"Is it her? The irritable personality and the tone of voice are indeed very similar. But my father said she was in seclusion? Why did she suddenly come here to participate in the auction? Could it be that...she sneaked out again?"

In room No.50, Sima Yanru, who sat back at the table, stood up abruptly, his eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and said to Zhu Liang: "It can't be wrong, she must be here. Let's increase the price."

"Increase...increase the price? You...you think twice. She...she is a bastard, no...we can't provoke her. Don't say you and I can't provoke her, even if the head of the sect meets her, he will put down his face Let's take a detour, let's...we won't fight with her." Zhu Liang's complexion turned pale in an instant, and he tried to persuade Sima Yanru with a slightly trembling body.

"Hmph! You look just like my father, and you are scared out of your wits by her identity. Isn't she the direct disciple of the Patriarch of the Alchemy Sect? I am better than her in understanding. She pretends to be crazy and foolish to get into trouble all day long, isn't she relying on the alchemy sect master Bu Daozi to support her? I thought that no one would come to the leading alchemy sect in Qingshui country, but unexpectedly she came here. This is exactly the same as I mean, today I not only want to get Hei Dao, but also teach her a lesson and tell her that there is a girl named Sima Yanru among her peers who is not to be provoked by her."

Zhu Liang broke out in a cold sweat when he heard these words, and hurriedly bowed and said: "My aunt, please don't provoke..."

Before Zhu Liang finished speaking, Sima Yanru snorted angrily, and shouted at his height: "350 million taels of silver, Sima Yanru wants the fake royal weapon black knife."

The inner hall fell into silence again.

"You... want... to die?"

The three characters showed a murderous intent, and went straight to the No. 50 box opposite.

"Hmph! Don't think that I, Sima Yanru, don't know who you are. If you have the ability, you can continue to increase the price, and I will accompany you to the end today. Of course, don't you like to fight like crazy? After the auction is over, I, Sima Yanru, would like to fight with you." Let's fight." Sima Yanru in the private room hugged his shoulders, with a look of pride and aloofness on his face.

Sima Yanru's provocative words echoed in the inner hall, even after ten breaths passed, there was no sound from Box [-] again.

"Ahem! The heroes in the boxes on the second floor and the elders of the various sects... has anyone else made an offer?" Zhuge Qingyuan also learned to be smart, and before Sima Yanru could urge him to recover, he hurriedly asked Fan.

After waiting for three breaths, no one answered, Zhuge Qingyuan waved at the servant, and said in a quick and concise way: "Send the black knife to the No. 50 box. There is also a clear count of the 350 million taels of silver."

Seeing the servants running down the steps, Zhuge Qingyuan let out a sigh of relief, only to realize that his clothes were soaked in sweat.

Raising his hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, Zhuge Qingyuan took a short break and said inwardly, "Thank God, the black knife has finally been auctioned off. After the auction is over, I will say hello to the young master, and I will auction off the fake king in the future." The weapon-grade weapon must be informed in advance. The process of bidding for this weapon made me terrified, and I almost moved my head and blood stained the auction platform."

Now recalling Han Zidi's threats, Zhuge Qingyuan was still afraid.

Don't look at Zhuge Qingyuan who was scared to death. Director Yang, who was always standing under the auction stage, looked at the room No. [-] with admiring eyes and a strange smile.

"Young master, young master, this old slave has convinced you. Originally, only more than 200 million weapons were auctioned, but in the end it was raised to 350 million. Moreover, Sima Yanru bought it at a high price. If Sima Yanru knows that this is a trap set by you, young master, but I don't know what expression she will have?" Director Yang felt that once Sima Yanru knew what she really wanted, she would probably grit her teeth and cry without tears.

In the room No. [-] on the second floor, Ye Feng wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, relieved his tense nerves, and slowly walked back to sit at the table.

"Brother Feng! Zidie wants to know how much money it cost to buy that black knife?"

The black knife of the fake king was sold at a sky-high price of 350 million taels of silver, which really shocked Han Zidie, and he also became interested in the price at which the black knife was bought at that time.

Ye Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, looked sideways at Han Zidie who was looking forward to the answer, murmured, "I didn't buy this black knife, but... I bought it for 100 taels." In exchange."

Han Zidie suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at Ye Feng in disbelief, and froze in place.

"One hundred... 100 taels in exchange? This... this is unbelievable. Brother Zhaofeng said that, you made more than 3409 million taels of silver in Sima Yanru's hands? I... oh my god, It was just astounding."

Ye Feng shook his head and smiled, and said: "You can't say that. It should be considered a great coincidence that this knife can be put up for auction today. Although Sima Yanru did lose a little bit, the pseudo-king weapon, the black knife, still has its own value. Yes. If she resells it, she can barely get back 200 million taels of silver."

"Then she also lost 150 million taels of silver? This is also a huge number."

"How much is 150 million taels of silver? Not much at all. She just jumped into the trap, and I haven't shoveled the earth to bury the pit yet."

(End of this chapter)

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