"Now, let's start the auction of the last item. This is a collection of herbs. It not only collects various spiritual herbs, but also indicates their spiritual properties, and also includes some essentials for alchemy."
"I don't want to talk nonsense. Now the auction starts. The starting price is 200 million. Each increase in price must not be less than 10 million."
Just when Wang Fan was about to find a chance to leave, the old man's words resounded throughout the auction house again.
boom!
In an instant, his words caused an uproar in the entire audience, and everyone's faces showed enthusiasm and shock.
Herborist? What an outrageous thing this is!
You know, since the decline of immortality and the evolution into ancient martial arts, techniques such as alchemy have almost become legends.
Most of the ancient martial arts families use the oldest and most primitive methods to boil and use.
Now that they hear that there is such a thing as Baicaoji, how can they not be shocked and excited?
For a moment, most people looked in the direction of the auction table in shock and ignored Wang Fan.
No matter how valuable Wang Fan is in their eyes, it is still not as valuable as a collection of herbs.
What's more, isn't Wang Fan not interested in Baicao Ji? Maybe Wang Fan won't leave and just rushes to take pictures of Baicao Ji.
Wang Fan, who had originally planned to leave, suddenly changed his face when he heard this, and looked towards the auction table with burning eyes, shock in his eyes.
It’s against the heavens, it’s really against the heavens!
Who are the people behind this auction, and why are they even putting this kind of thing up for auction? This is simply crazy!
If he, Wang Fan, gets these things, he would like to hide them and make a fortune in silence.
"Two hundred and ten million!" Wang Fan was the first to stand up and began to quote, as if all the herbs were mine.
When those people saw Wang Fan popping up again, their eyelids twitched and they also breathed a sigh of relief.
Since Wang Fan is interested in this thing, it means that it is impossible for Wang Fan to leave for the time being.
Of course, even though they were unsure about bidding with Wang Fan, they quickly refreshed the price.
"Two hundred and fifty million!"
"Three hundred million!"
"500 million!"
One price after another came out of the mouths of those powerful people, as if what they were shouting was not RMB, but ghost money.
Seeing that most people's attention was focused on Baicaoji and the bidders, Wang Fan didn't hesitate anymore, got up and ran out of the auction hall.
If he doesn't leave now, when will he wait? Although he also wants the Baicaoji very much, not to mention that most people are already eyeing him, and even the money he has on him is not enough.
Wang Fan was very fast and ran out of the auction hall in almost the blink of an eye.
However, although most people did not notice Wang Fan leaving, Huang Shilang, who had been keeping a close eye on Wang Fan, and some other guys who did not have enough financial resources to take pictures of Herborist, did notice.
They all did not hesitate, quickly got up and followed out, among them Huang Shilang was the fastest.
Wang Fan is not only rich, but also possesses spiritual grass and spiritual stones. They cannot let Wang Fan run away.
The old auctioneer looked at this scene and his heart ached, but he did not speak.
He wanted to rob Wang Fan's things, but as an auctioneer and now having to preside over the auction, his reason prevented him from making the impulse.
Wang Fan had already calculated that someone would follow him out, so he didn't relax at all. After leaving the auction house, he accelerated his speed to the extreme and ran towards the outside of Jueqing Temple.
He must not let those people surround him, otherwise, there will only be a dead end.
At the gate of Jueqing Temple, the work of the two guards has become easier. At this point, the auction is similar.
It was almost over, and naturally no one came in at all.
Outside, there were still many young men and women sitting or standing. Most of them came with their elders, but they were not brought in.
After all, there are limits on the number of people who can enter, and there are requirements for the number of people who can be brought in based on their status.
Otherwise, if everyone with a house number can bring unlimited people in, wouldn’t the auction house be overcrowded?
These young men and women were talking casually in twos and threes while paying attention to the direction of the entrance of Jueqing Temple.
They also wanted to wait for the elders to come out and ask what unnatural things appeared at the auction.
Whoosh! .??.
Just when everyone's attention was focused on the direction of the door, a figure suddenly appeared.
After this figure appeared, he ran straight down the mountain without even looking at the two guards, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Who is this person? Why did he run out and in such a hurry? Could it be that he robbed something good?"
"Shhhh, you don't want to live anymore? He was the one who killed Ou Yanmao. The blood hasn't dried yet."
Looking at that figure, voices rang out one after another in the crowd.
Several guys who came alone and wanted to follow him heard this, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out on their backs, and they gave up the idea.
Oudi Guaiguai and Ou Yanmao were both killed, so they probably went up to deliver food.
At first, I thought the guy was young and thought he had met some kind of fat sheep, but now it seems that the relationship is like a god of evil.
Whoosh.
Soon, another figure appeared at the door of Jueqing Temple, no slower than Wang Fan.
Just because he moved dozens of seconds later than Wang Fan, the speed at which he could reach the door was also dozens of seconds later than Wang Fan.
This man is none other than Huang Shilang.
The moment he ran out of the door, he instinctively wanted to chase Wang Fan, but there was no trace of Wang Fan.
Huang Shilang's expression changed, and he immediately turned back and grabbed one of the ancient warriors guarding the door. "Where is the guy who went out just now? Which direction did he run from?"
The ancient warrior was about to get angry, but when he saw that the other party was Huang Shilang, his expression changed instantly. He pointed tremblingly in the direction Wang Fan had left, "Senior Huang, he ran away from there."
"You bastard, who told you not to stop him? Are you standing at the door just for decoration?" Huang Shilang's face turned ferocious, and he slapped the ancient warrior away, then chased him in the direction Wang Fan left.
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In the entire auction house, the person who wants to kill Wang Fan the most is undoubtedly Huang Shilang.
He has regarded everything belonging to Wang Fan as his own. Now that Wang Fan has disappeared, how can he not be angry?
The ancient warrior was flung several meters away, spitting out a mouth full of blood and teeth, but he dared not speak in anger.
He couldn't afford to offend Huang Shilang, so he could only curse Huang Shilang in his heart for a good death.
Huang Shilang quickly chased down the mountain, but after two minutes, he couldn't help but frown.
Wang Fan actually disappeared without leaving even a trace.
Huang Shilang is so hateful that he even wants to kill people!
Huang Shilang is famous for his speed in escaping, but now he has lost track of Wang Fan. What a shame is this?
"You bastard, you escaped the monk, did you escape the temple? I, Huang Shilang, swear that I will not be a human until I kill you!" Huang Shilang roared crazily.
But just as he finished roaring, he noticed a figure not far away flashed for a moment, and then jumped into the distance.
"Little bastard!" Huang Shilang's eyelids twitched, and without any hesitation, he chased after him crazily.
There was ferociousness and ecstasy in his eyes. As long as he was aware of Wang Fan, Wang Fan would no longer be able to escape from his grasp.
This chapter has been completed!