Beside them, Tian Xinzhi and Kong Chu couldn't help but become worried after seeing Mo Wangchen's condition.
"It's okay." Mo Wangchen smiled and finally suppressed the excitement in his heart.
His body no longer trembled, but his eyes were fixed on Futian Gong through the window of Room 9.
"Two million fairy stones!"
Mo Wangchen opened his mouth and joined the bidding. This was the weapon of the ancient God King and must not fall into the hands of others.
"There are actually people on the third floor participating in the bidding?"
The scene was quiet for a moment, and then everyone's faces showed surprise.
Since the Futian Bow was put up for auction, the hall on the first floor and the people in the rooms on the second floor have been bidding.
It was the first time for people like Mo Wangchen to bid on the third floor.
"Those who can enter the third level are either rich or noble. This person's voice sounds very young. Could he be the Holy Son of a certain holy land?" Someone speculated.
"It is also possible that he is a super genius from the ancient martial arts family. Although he is not the Holy Son, he has an identity comparable to that of the Holy Son."
Obviously, in the eyes of everyone, as long as it is a person who can enter the third level, his status will definitely not be simple. At least compared to everyone present, his status is much higher.
"Two million and one million fairy stones!"
Amid the discussion, a voice calling for a price came again from a room on the second floor. This voice sounded a little old, but round and powerful. It was obviously an elder figure in a certain force.
"Two and a half million!"
For room No. 9 on the third floor, Mo Wangchen increased the price again, adding 400,000 yuan at once.
"An additional four hundred thousand was added at once. It seems that this person is very interested in Futian Bow!"
"This bow cannot even be drawn by a true immortal realm power, and it is only half-step to the level of an immortal weapon. Strictly speaking, two million immortal stones would already reach the sky."
Everyone discussed that Mo Wangchen offered 2.5 million. This amount already exceeded the value of Futian Bow itself.
Sure enough, after Mo Wangchen's bid came out, whether it was the lobby on the first floor or the rooms on the second floor, those who had previously participated in the bidding fell silent.
He seemed to be thinking about the pros and cons.
Obviously, 2.5 million Immortal Stones has exceeded the value of Futian Bow itself. If they continue to increase the price, it will not be worth it at all.
"Three million fairy stones!"
However, just when Mo Wangchen breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought that no one had noticed the extraordinary power of Futian Gong, he only heard a female voice faintly coming from a certain room on the third floor.
"What?"
"Three million fairy stones!"
"Another five hundred thousand was added, and it was someone from the third level who took action, just for a broken bow that cannot be used?"
The crowd suddenly became extremely noisy, with expressions of surprise on their faces.
"It's the Flame Phoenix Saint!"
In Room No. 9, Tian Xinzhi frowned slightly, recognizing the identity of the owner of the voice.
"Could it be that her ultimate purpose in coming here is for Futian Gong..."
Mo Wangchen's heart skipped a beat. In his opinion, it was impossible for anyone except himself to know the origin of Futian Gong.
In the eyes of everyone, Futian Bow is just a half-step immortal weapon that cannot be used. Who would spend three million immortal stones to take it away?
But now, Feng Qing made a bid, which was beyond Mo Wangchen's expectation.
Could it be that the other party knows the origin of Futian Gong just like me?
"Senior sister, this bow is only a half-step immortal weapon and is seriously damaged. It is worth at most two million immortal stones..."
In Room 11, when he heard the Yanhuang Divine Sect asking for a price, Zhou Jing couldn't help but frowned. It was obvious that he was confused about what the other party was thinking.
"Since it is an ancient thing, it must have its research value." Feng Qing responded calmly, but there was a flash of light in her eyes. It was obvious that she must know something, but she did not tell Yu Zhou Jing.
"Well……"
Zhou Jing was stunned and didn't know how to respond. In fact, three million immortal stones were just a drop in the bucket for the Yanhuang Divine Sect.
What puzzles him the most now is the arrival of Feng Qing. The other party found him last night. It was not until then that Zhou Jing learned that Feng Qing had also come to Yangcheng.
"Three million and one million!"
In Room No. 9, Mo Wangchen frowned and called out the price again, but this time, he only added 100,000 immortal stones.
He was testing the purpose of Feng Qing's arrival. At the same time, he also wanted to prevent people from doubting the origin of Futian Gong. If he increased the price of something originally worth two million immortal stones by too much at once, it would naturally arouse the suspicion of interested people.
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On the other hand, the same is true. If Feng Qing bids again and bids a very high price, then Mo Wangchen can be sure that the other party must know something.
"Four million!"
Sure enough, just as Mo Wangchen finished speaking, the voice of the Flame Phoenix Saint was faintly heard again in Room 11.
"Four million?!"
"No way, it has been increased directly from 3.1 million to 4 million!"
In the auction house, everyone was stunned, with extremely surprised faces.
Suddenly someone exclaimed, "It's her, Flame Phoenix Saint Feng Qing, I recognize her voice!"
"What? The woman bidding in Room 11 is actually the Flame Phoenix Saint Feng Qing?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar again, and even became boiling.
"Feng Qing offered four million immortal stones, and this is only a useless bow at the level of a half-step immortal weapon..."
"Could this bow have some unknown secret?" Someone was startled and thought of this possibility.
At the same time, in Room 9, Mo Wangchen frowned even more and said to himself, "Sure enough, she must know!"
"Five million fairy stones!"
After taking a deep breath, Mo Wangchen bid again, feeling like he was determined to win.
"Brother Mo..."
On the side, Tian Xinzhi and Kong Chu were surprised. They couldn't understand what Mo Wangchen and Feng Qing were fighting for. No matter how they looked at it, they couldn't see anything extraordinary about Futian Gong.
"Does this bow really have an amazing origin?" Everyone looked at each other with great surprise in their eyes.
"Five million!"
"Oh my god, the price is too high. Is this bow really as extraordinary as we guessed?"
Everyone was talking with disbelief on their faces.
"The person in room nine seems to be the one who had a conflict with Zhou Jing three days ago..."
"After hearing what you said, I also remembered it. No wonder his voice felt a little familiar. It was the young man in white who had a conflict with Zhou Jing at the previous party. What was his name... Mo Wangchen?"
In the hall, some young people began to talk. They were all people who had been present at the party on the third floor of Tianyang Building three days ago.
"oh?"
"Feng Qing is a saint of the Yanhuang Divine Sect, and Zhou Jing must be traveling with her now. So it's not that this bow has any unknown secrets, but that they are fighting over a grudge?"
Everyone seemed to suddenly realize this possibility.