Wu Po Jiuxiao

Seeing Tian Ruofeng's attack, Zhu Tianying's pair of terrifying eyes glanced at him coldly. Although he didn't speak, the coldness made Tian Ruofeng's body shudder fiercely. The body stepped forward without a trace, and then the robe moved slightly, and the windless automatic robe rustled, and the aura on his body suddenly rushed out, showing a terrible smell instantly.

"Humph!"

It seemed that he was quite afraid of Steward Zheng's strength, so at this time, Zhu Tianying could only snort coldly, but stopped talking.

"2000 million!"

Huanxi gritted his teeth and shouted loudly!

This was obviously his limit, but after thinking of the effect of this pure Yang Shenshui, he had no choice but to cry out in pain.

The eagle-eyed old man and Bai Yutang were not moved by it at all, because they knew very well that this auction was just the beginning.

Ye Fantian narrowed his eyes slightly, and silently gave a command to the grimace, who nodded quickly.

A voice full of pride came out slowly:

"3000 million!"