Mu Bei's eyes moved slightly. Is there a ring?
Nodding, he said: "Go and have a look."
The Najie is forged from Xuan Kong Stone with a special secret method, and has its own space inside.
Holding a ring, you can put a certain number of objects into it, and you don't need to carry it with you in large or small bags, which is very convenient.
Soon, he will go to the border to join the army. There is no independent courtyard there, and he has precious treasures such as the Suzaku Sword, Linglong Scrophulariaceae, and Yan Ling Golden Centipede on his body. It is hard to feel at ease if they are left carelessly. If there is a Nai Ring, that is excellent.
The ten cubic space of Najie is enough for him to hold everything on his body now.
Ziwei Pavilion in the county town was just a branch. When he and Fan Xinxin arrived at the Ziwei Pavilion auction house, there were already many people sitting in the venue.
"It is said that there is a Na ring being auctioned today?"
"right!"
"Na Jie, it's very rare. There are only a few big shots in this county. I don't know who will get this Na Jie today."
Many people discussed it.
"Today, I, Xiang Zimao, have decided to accept the precepts! Whoever wants to compete with me should think carefully about it!"
At this time, in the first row, a young man in yellow turned his head and glanced at the entire auction house, his eyes stern.
Facing the words of the young man in yellow, many people in the auction house fell silent for a moment.
Fan Xinxin whispered to Mu Bei: "There are two major dangers to the county. One is Wei Geng of the Wei Mansion, and the other is Xiang Zimao."
"He is the son of the leader of the Xiang Mansion, one of the seven major clans. He is usually domineering and domineering. In addition, the leader of the Xiang Mansion is very protective of his shortcomings, so he becomes even more unscrupulous. Some of the top experts in the Blood Containing Realm do not want to provoke him."
she said.
Mu Bei nodded, but he didn't care.
The venue was very large, and soon it was filled with people. After a while, the auction officially started.
A woman in red stepped onto the auction stage with a enchanting figure and a tingling voice, and presented novel items to everyone one after another.
The first auction item was a volume of third-grade martial arts called Burning Flame Sword Technique. As soon as Hajime appeared, groups of warriors competed for it.
"The blade is scorching hot, and the sword style is domineering. It can be considered top-notch among third-grade martial arts. It is estimated that it can be sold for a price of 100,000 silver notes."
Fan Xinxin guessed.
Mu Bei nodded: "Absolutely."
The martial arts world divides martial arts into nine grades from weak to strong, and each grade is divided into low, medium and high.
The Seventy-Two Swords and Nine Fengxing Transformations he has practiced are both ninth-grade high-grade martial arts, which is enough for him to stand out among the others in the martial arts stage.
After all, in the Great Qin Empire, most of the martial arts masters have the highest level of eighth-grade martial arts skills, and most of them are in the middle or lower grades of eighth-grade.
Eighth-grade superior martial arts are very rare. Even the Great Qin royal family does not have a few volumes, and each volume is priceless!
As for the ninth-grade martial arts, most of them are in the hands of those great sects who have never been born before. These great sects are superior to the empire, and are not comparable to small sects like Qingyun Sword Sect. There are powerful men who transcend the level of martial arts.
The bidding in the venue was very fierce, and not long after, this scroll of martial arts was sold for 110,000 yuan.
The woman in red dress who presided over the auction was boldly dressed, her breasts were half exposed, and she looked like white jade. She introduced the second item in a sweet voice.
Then, the third item, the fourth item, until more than an hour later, finally came to the last auction item, Najie!
"The starting price is 800,000 silver notes, the bidding begins!"
The woman in red has a charming eye.
After the woman finished speaking, there was a sudden gasp of air-conditioning in the venue. Eight hundred thousand taels, this number is really scary!
And this is just the starting price!
Who can the average person come up with so much money?
There was an uproar in the stadium. After ten breaths, a voice rang out: "Eighty-one million!"
The person who spoke out was Xiang Zimao in the first row.
The venue was silent for a moment, no one was bidding.
"Eight hundred and ten thousand, the first time."
"Eight hundred and ten thousand, the second time."
The woman in red said.
No one bid in the room.
"Okay, stop shouting. Does anyone in this venue dare to compete with me?" Xiang Zimao said impatiently: "Hurry up and finalize it, I am in a hurry!"
"How can anyone dare to fight with this guy's threat just now?" Fan Xinxin whispered to Mu Bei: "Eighty-one thousand, actually, even if it's..."
It was also at this time that Mu Bei said: "One million."
Fan Xinxin looked at Mu Bei dumbfounded. Her cousin actually made a bid, and the price was one million as soon as he asked. Is this so outrageous? !
"Cousin, Xiang Zimao is not easy to mess with. Let's forget it! Moreover, with such a bid, it is estimated that it will be raised to more than 1.5 million in the end. Can you get that much money? If it is finalized but you can't get it, Ziwei Pavilion will not forgive you easily if you pay me!"
She lowered her voice.
"rest assured."
Mubei Road.
Fan Xinxin was originally very worried, but seeing how indifferent Mu Bei was, she couldn't help but feel relieved.
At the same time, everyone in the venue widened their eyes and looked towards Mu Bei.
"Who is this young man? How dare he compete with Xiang Zimao for a ring, and pay such a generous price!"
Someone was surprised.
Xiang Zimao looked at Mu Bei with a frightening look: "One million and one million!"
"1.2 million."
Mubei Road.
"One million, two hundred and one million!"
Xiang Zimao was full of murderous intent.
"One million and four hundred thousand."
Mubei ancient well has no waves.
This kind of bidding made everyone in the venue gasp. Xiang Zimao's bid was ten thousand or ten thousand, while Mu Bei's bid was hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
Isn't this a bit too arrogant? !
It's simply a bit arrogant and bullying!
Xiang Zimao said angrily: "One and a half million!" He looked at Mu Bei, with a fierce light in his eyes: "Friend, almost is enough!"
threaten!
Mu Bei glanced at him: "Two million."
In the venue, everyone felt numb. This bidding could no longer be called bullying, it was simply a naked humiliation!
"Cousin, that's not how the bidding is called. Just add tens of thousands to tens of thousands!"
Fan Xinxin wanted to cry but had no tears.
"It doesn't matter." Mu Bei said: "If you have money, you can be willful."
He is determined to get this ring, and it is very useful to him. Since it is very useful, the price is not that important.
After all, he is indeed quite rich now.
Fan Xinxin: "..."
Xiang Zimao's eyes were fierce, and he was about to shout again, but was dissuaded by the old servant beside him: "Young Master, the maximum price set by the clan leader is 1.5 million."
Xiang Zimao clenched his hands and stopped bidding. He just looked at Mu Bei fiercely.
"First time in two million!"
"Two million times for the second time!"
"Two million times for the third time!"
No one could compete with the price of two million. In the end, the woman in red settled on it, and the ring returned to Mubei.
"gone."
Mu Bei asked Fan Xixin, who looked dull, to leave. Soon after, he went to the inner hall of Ziwei Pavilion, took out his gold card and paid two million in silver notes.
This made Fan Xinxin stare again. To get Ziwei Bank's gold card, you need to save at least five million in silver notes!
Even in this northern county, there are very few people who hold gold cards. Most of them are the heads of the seven major clans and some super wealthy business owners.
But such a young cousin actually holds a gold card from Ziwei Bank!
"My aunt and uncle are so amazing. How much wealth have they left for you!"
She lamented that she thought Mubei's current money was left by her parents during their lifetime.
Mu Bei naturally guessed what she was thinking and smiled without explaining.
"Dear guest, this ring belongs to you. Since you hold our gold card, the handling fee for this auction will be waived for you."
The person in charge handed the Najie to Mu Bei politely.
"Thank you."
Mubei Road.
Normally, the handling fee for this auction would be about 50,000 taels, but this time it is all waived, which is pretty good.
The ring was light silver in color. He put it on the middle finger of his right hand, controlled it with his own thoughts, and put the gold card for saving money into it.
Then, with another thought, the golden card appeared in his hand.
"good!"
He was very satisfied and put the gold card back into it.
Fan Xinxin looked envious, Najie, many people dream of owning one.
"Okay, don't be crazy."
Mu Bei smiled and left Ziwei Pavilion with Fan Xinxin.
The streets of Juncheng were crowded with people, at least ten times more than those in Puyun City. Fan Xinxin pulled Mu Bei to ask questions, looking like a curious baby.
Not long after, the two of them left Ziwei Pavilion far away.
At this moment, a cold feeling came from the front, and two figures blocked their way. The leader was Xiang Zimao, followed by an old servant in brocade robes.
"What's the meaning?"
Mu Bei said quietly.
Fan Xinxin looked nervous.
"What do you mean?" Xiang Ziyu said coldly: "You snatched my ring from me, and now you ask me what I mean. What do you think I mean?"
"Fair bidding, called robbery?"
Mu Bei looked at him.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiang Zimao said in a ferocious voice: "Hand over Najie honestly, otherwise, I don't mind teaching you a lesson on the street!"
Mu Bei glanced at him and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he walked around him and continued walking forward.
Xiang Zimao's face turned completely gloomy, and he stopped Mu Bei in a flash: "You..."
Snapped!
Mu Bei slapped him in the face, sending him flying more than two feet away. He fell to the ground and his mouth and nose bled, and he fainted on the spot.
This scene shocked everyone on the street. Someone actually dared to beat Xiang Zimao in the street!
Fan Xinxin's heart skipped a beat, she was in big trouble!
"Asshole!"
The old slave in brocade robes beside Xiang Zimao yelled angrily, and with all the aura at the peak level of Yunxue, he punched Mu Bei straight away.
Mu Bei responded calmly and raised his fist to meet him.
The two fists collided, making a muffled sound, and the old man in brocade robes stepped back five steps.
The old man in brocade robes was frightened and angry. He let out a low drink, turned his right hand into a claw, and used the fourth-grade superior martial art Cloud Splitting Hand to move forward in the blink of an eye.
The claws are so sharp that they can tear through gold and stone.
"Cousin, be careful!"
Fan Xinxin couldn't help but scream.
Mu Beimian did not change his expression, and met the opponent with fists. Using the Fengxing Nine Turn Technique, he easily avoided all the opponent's attacks.
After dozens of breaths, he whipped his leg across the opponent's face, causing him to cough up blood and fall to the ground.
The surroundings were deathly silent, and everyone in the crowd was terrified.
Fan Xinxin opened her mouth involuntarily. The old man in brocade robes was a peak powerhouse in the Blood Containing Realm! Such a strong person was beaten so hard by Mu Bei that he couldn't stand up in the blink of an eye.
