Martial Divine Emperor - C330 The patriarch of the Korean was also present.

Seeing that the corners of Mu Yichen’s mouth were twitching in anger, Feng Meng’s black pupils contracted, and he asked: “Are you really going to bid?”

“What else do you want me to do?”

Feng Meng was puzzled, thinking that the Pill Tomb was changing its mind too quickly! At that moment, he nodded his head to express his understanding and raised his eyes to look at the auction stage.

“90 million going once.”

“One hundred million.”

Without waiting for shopkeeper Jiao to shout out the second bid of ninety million Inferior Martial Stone, Feng Meng sat up straight and with an expression that seemed like he was a rich person, he shouted out a price that surprised everyone.

Countless gazes turned towards them, only to discover that Feng Meng was only a warrior at the peak of earth martial arts who had already passed through the Qi Sea and a dilemma in his physique.

Manager Jiao didn’t seem surprised, but deep in his eyes, he was curious about the youth that yelled out a sky-high price of one hundred million.

A hundred million Inferior Martial Stone, to a sinister being like the Yin Fruit, was definitely a sky-high price! Naturally, the Hidden Yin Fruit had also been successfully obtained by Feng Meng.

After bidding, Pei Ning, who was disguised as a young girl, said in a neutral tone: “This is just the beginning, don’t be too anxious. Even if it’s Yang Yandiao who needs it, wushi would not spend it like that.”

“None of your business, young master. I have plenty of wushi.” Mu Yichen didn’t give Pei Ning any face at all, as if having the chance to strike a blow at a heavenly woman like Pei Ning was a very satisfying thing.

“Cough cough.” Feng Meng choked and coughed repeatedly at Mu Yichen’s words. As he tensed up, Mu Yi would sometimes fight with Pei Ning.

However, Pei Ning did not make any reaction, which made Mu Yichen a little puzzled, and thought to himself, “Has this little lady been modified?”

“The second item is …”

Immediately, he slowly opened his palm and a cauldron that was around three feet high and half a foot wide actually gradually appeared in his palm. Following the appearance of this auction item, the entire auction ground held their breaths and dozens of sharp trembling auras surged out from the few floors of the pavilion.

“Northern Cauldron, Alchemy Cauldron. After my verification as a sub-alchemist, the highest level of the Northern Cauldron can be used to refine Intermediate Yuan Dan. Refining Superior Grade Martial Pill and Elementary Yuan Dan are not a problem.” The starting price is three hundred million Inferior Martial Stone, and each increment must be at least five million. ”

Putting aside the allure of an Elementary Yuan Pill crafting furnace to an alchemist, just the strong sect would be able to cause a war of wealth; for an alchemist to have such a cauldron, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

If a strong clan in a sect was able to carve out a road of blood in the midst of an intense war for wealth and obtain this Northern Dipper, then using a strong alchemist to refine a hundred and eighty elementary Yuan Dan in a year at a high price, then the overall strength of the strong clan in a sect would have a qualitative change within a few years. A few years later, one or two Sky Martial Saint s would appear, and it should not be too difficult.

In the eastern part of Yan Kingdom, there were countless powerful sects and clans. Everyone wanted to stand out amongst the thousands of clans and be in a strong sect that would last for tens of thousands of years.

As such, when the old man’s dry voice had just sounded out, a majority of the warriors were just watching from the sidelines. This kind of alchemy cauldron was the object of competition between the alchemist and the strong sect, they did not have such a large number of wushi participating in the competition, and even if they managed to win the bid, they would have offended the super powers that had been standing in the Yan Kingdom for a thousand years.

“305 million.”

“Three hundred and ten million.”

“Three hundred and twenty million.”

“325 million.”

The first ones to shout out were all the small and middle-sized forces. Regarding the super powers of Yan Kingdom, they were all there to watch and see, to let the small and middle-sized forces cause some trouble first.

took a glance, and retracted his gaze, obviously not interested in the Northern Dipper. Compared to the mixed-element reflected wave furnace s, this Northern Dipper was simply insignificant, but to those powerful warriors, the Northern Dipper was definitely a precious treasure. Mu Yichen sighed, and thought that if he did not have the mixed-element reflected wave furnace, he would do whatever it took to bid for it.

Slightly turning his head, Mu Yichen’s clear eyes slightly startled, he discovered that Pei Ning and Feng Meng were looking at him with a strange gaze. Feng Meng’s face flushed red, his hands rubbed in front of him, and then he laughed in embarrassment: “Pill Tomb, I will help you bid.”

Help me bid? I am not the least bit interested in the Northern Cauldron, much less do I want to waste wushi like this. However, after seeing Feng Meng’s anxious expression, Mu Yichen thought for a while, and took this chance to play with Feng Meng and Yue Yang by his side. Therefore, he said, “Let’s look at the price first. We’ll wait until they make enough of a ruckus before we bid again.”

“Alright, just you wait and see.”

Feng Meng straightforwardly answered without thinking that Mu Yichen was scheming against him. After all, Mu Yichen was a genuine pill refiner, and his ability to concoct pills was not low, which was what Pei Ning and the others knew. Otherwise, Feng Meng would not trust Mu Yichen this kind of person who was smiling innocently.

“1.30 billion.”

“1.3 billion.”

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Northern Dipper’s bidding increased by several times. For those small powers, this price had already exceeded their endurance. On the field, only those with medium strength continued to bid.

When the bid reached 2 billion Inferior Martial Stone s, Pei Ning’s pure white teeth gently shook the red lips, her refined temperament seemed to release a bit of a strange glow, she immediately leaned towards that young lady who was concocting a pill, and said to Mu Yichen: “Looking at the situation, the final price of the Northern Dipper will definitely exceed 4 billion, if your wushi is not enough, I will lend you a little.”

Mu Yichen smiled but did not speak. His expression did not seem to worry Feng Meng and Pei Ning at all.

“Pill Tomb, how about I shout? I will squeeze out this group of people to join in the fun.” As he rubbed his fists together, Feng Meng could not wait any longer.

Shaking his head, Mu Yichen’s eyes glanced at those strong sect s on the three sides of the pavilion from the corner of his eyes. However, he still remained calm and tranquil as he sat and rubbed the stone armrest with his fingers.

“1.8 billion.”

“1.8 billion and 10 million.”

“1.815 billion.”

Gradually, when the bid for the Northern Dipper Sword neared two billion Inferior Martial Stone, the cries of the middle ranked forces in the field became sparse and sparse.

However, not long after these shouts died down, from the pavilion, a rather deep voice suddenly rang out and said: “Hahaha …” Korean Han Qi, if you don’t speak, this old man will not be courteous. 2.5 billion. ”

2.5 billion? This number was definitely a sky-high price for the leaders of the forces in the open ground. However, because of this yell, it made their minds tremble as they thought to themselves, that was a small matter just now.

Hearing the name Han Qi, Mu Yichen squinted his eyes and swept across the few attics, surprised that the patriarch of Korean, Han Qi was also here.

“Since Brother Geng has made the first move, then I, Han, will not be polite. 2.6bn.” From the sound wave’s energy, one could tell that this strong voice, which was wrapped in a dark, cold aura, should be that of a powerhouse at the sixth stage of the Tianwu.

“Han Qi, you are too stingy. Brother Geng increased it by five hundred million, but you only increased it by one hundred million. “Alright, since you guys have started, let me join in the fun too. 2.8 billion.” The voice was a little hoarse as it floated out from a room on the fifth floor.

“Old fellow, you’re not any better. Since your three clans have set their eyes on the Northern Dipper, then we can’t worry about face this time. Let’s just rely on our strength to speak.” Three billion. ”

Hearing this rather old voice, Mu Yichen looked over and saw a blue robed old man standing in front of a wooden window on the left wing of the fifth floor. It was actually the mighty looking old man from solitary shadow silver mass that Mu Yichen had met last night.

“Hengkong, you’ve finally spoken. Three billion one hundred million! ”

Han Qi called out the bid again, causing Mu Yichen’s eyebrows to knit tightly together. Han Qi was a sixth stage Tianwu realm expert, if something were to happen to him in the imperial city, facing such a terrifying person, he would truly die without a resting place, the fire phoenix had fought with Mo Shuo and suffered some light injuries, he could not ask it for help endlessly right?

As Mu Yichen’s face turned serious, and listened to the shouts of the bidder, Feng Meng finally could not sit still anymore. After the Northern Dipper Sword was raised to 3.7 billion and the bidding price was rising at a slow rate.

“Pill Tomb, these old fellows are really rich, this is almost four billion, what is your bottom line for this cauldron? Tell me.”