I am a True Villain Chapter 628: Kuwu Monk

After thinking a little, Dou Li’s woman finally quoted: "Ten thousand and one hundred spirit crystals."

"What is there to fight for just such a broken bell?" The people underneath said in confusion.

"Could there be any secrets in this?"

The people on the first floor don’t have much money themselves, and the people on the second floor have the items they want to auction.

So if the price is too high, you are naturally unwilling to waste spirit crystals on other items.

"Twenty thousand pieces of spirit crystals," Xu Zimo said without thinking of Dou Li's words.

"The son of the bamboo-shaped box has 20,000 spirit crystals. Does anyone want to increase the price?" the old man in red robe said with a smile.

I thought it was just a broken thing, but I didn't expect unexpected joy.

The Doujia woman was completely silent this time.

"Then close the deal, the bells of this demon battlefield are owned by the son of the bamboo-shaped room," the old man in red robe waited for a while, then directly hammered and settled.

After a while, a maid brought the bell in with a tray.

According to the rules of the auction, it must be hand-in-hand delivery.

Xu Zimo looked at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng paid 20,000 spirits in embarrassment.

Originally, he thought that these spirit crystals Xu Zimo would not be used, and he could take advantage of the situation to prepare the items for the Jiuxiao Festival for himself.

Unfortunately, looking at the current situation, one million spirit crystals are not enough.

Xu Zimo took the bell and observed it in his hand.

The size of this bell is no different from that of ordinary bells. The whole body is dark brown, and some parts on it have been rusted and varnished. It looks very old.

The bell spring inside the bell is a small round stone-like thing, gently shake it in your hand, and still make a subtle sound.

The bell can’t see the special place of recognition. If others don’t say it was brought out from the demon battlefield, I am afraid that even the ordinary bell is not as good.

"Is there any use for this bell?" Jiang Changsheng asked.

"I can't see it yet," Xu Zimo shook his head.

He didn't feel any energy in the bell.

"A bunch of broken copper and iron, what can it do," Lin Feng said aside.

"Is there any need for you to tell me here?" Xu Zimo asked rhetorically.

"I don't say, when you go back, you will tell your father," Lin Feng replied.

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The auction downstairs is still going on, and more and more items are being auctioned.

As the future progresses, the price of the auction will also increase.

Finally, when the old man in red robe took out a purple flower, Lin Feng took it seriously.

This purple flower is only as big as a slap, with a total of six petals, each with many Sanskrit engraved on it.

Staring at Zihua for a long time, it seems that you can hear the murmur of Sanskrit in your ears.

"Tianzhuhua, the unique flower of Wanfo Temple," the old man in red robe explained with a smile.

"This flower will only grow in the Buddha Hall for half a year, which can be evil, pure heart, and body protection.

It is very rare and rare, and has a terrifying perception of Buddhist cultivation technique and Bloodline Technique.

The starting price is 1 million spirit crystals, and the price increase should not be less than 100,000. "

With the words of the old man in red robe falling, I saw that the crowd around me had already begun to quote.

"1.1 million spirit crystals."

"1.5 million spirit crystals."

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Seeing that the offer was so fierce, Lin Feng looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Brother, Dad only gave us five million Lingjing auctions. If it is not enough, you can only use yours."

"That's your business, you don't have to pay for it without Lingjing, I don't care," Xu Zimo waved his hand and directly refused Jue Dao.

Lin Feng's complexion was uncertain, and he wanted to say something and finally endured it, clenching his fists without mentioning it.

"Three Million Spirit Crystals," Lin Feng yelled directly as the offer slowly slowed down.

"You guys from Taixiao Peak are here to join in the fun," someone in a house on the second floor said aloud.

"Is the money enough? Do I need to borrow some for you."

“Don’t bother you with Bixiaofeng,” Lin Feng said lightly.

He could see that the person in the opposite room was Bi Xiaofeng, and the speaker was Yan Song, the emperor of Bi Xiaofeng.

"Since this is the case, I have 3.5 million spirit crystals," Yan Song laughed in the opposite room.

"Four million," Lin Feng said embarrassedly.

The other people around looked at the competition between the two ancestors, and they were all interested and did not re-quote.

After all, their goal is not this Tianzhuhua.

"4.5 million," Yan Song said immediately afterwards.

In the room where he is, a middle-aged man reminded beside him: "Emperor, our goal is not this Tianzhu flower.

What should we do if the other party does not follow the price? "

"You can rest assured, he will follow," Yan Song said with a smile.

"I'll give you 5 million. If you re-quote Yan Song, I won't let you go and let you," Lin Feng said coldly.

His body is full of momentum, obviously his heart is not calm.

"Gentlemen don't like others, since you like it so much, then take it," Yan Song said with a smile.

On hearing this, I haven’t waited for Lin Feng to breathe a sigh of relief, only to hear a voice suddenly sound from the first floor.

"I'm giving out 5.1 million."

The crowd looked around and saw a man dressed in a monk sitting quietly among the crowd on the first floor.

"It's Kuwu Monk," someone said in surprise.

"The former first monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple was said to have been expelled from the teacher," someone said.

"He still dares to show up here, aren’t he afraid that people at Wanfo Temple will catch him?"

"You don't know, people in Wanfo Temple haven't been out of the temple for a long time. It's impossible for a while to come to Brilliant Fire City."

"5.5 million," Lin Feng gritted his teeth and continued to shout.

"You Taixiao Peak, the poor monk has no intention of competing with you for this Tianzhuhua, as long as you promise me one thing.

The poor monk immediately quits~IndoMTL.com~ and compensates all the spirit crystals you just made," the Kuwu Monk below shouted Amitabha and said calmly.

"What's the matter?" Lin Feng asked with a frown.

"Su Wen heard that your ancestors at Jiuxiaofeng once defeated the ghost Buddha and Buddha, and got his ghost Zen break," Kuwu Monk said aloud.

"The poor monk can only have one view of the ghost meditation."

"This is not possible. Can the Zhenfeng Bloodline Technique of our Taixiao Peak be watched at will," Lin Feng shook his head.

"In this case, it's no wonder that the poor monk can't give up this Tianzhuhua hand," Kuwu Monk said, and directly quoted: "The poor monk produced six million spirit crystals."

With a bang, just listening to the room, Lin Feng slammed the table next to it, and the whole body became stronger and stronger.

"This Kuwu Monk is going to die," he said with murderous intention.

"Kuwu Monk is the pinnacle of Venerate, you don't seem to be his opponent yet," Xu Zimo laughed.