The arrogant fairy is reborn in the city

Chapter 93

This painting can actually absorb Ning Yibai's spiritual consciousness, which means it must be unusual. What is the scene of the golden wolf and silver wolf fighting fiercely telling Ning Yibai?
In other words, what does this painting want to tell the practitioners?
Ning Yibai looked into the field, his eyes revealing deep thought.

"It's better to take a photo and study it..."

Tang Qingqian said some polite words again, saying that this painting is a good painting, it is only for appreciation, and may not bring benefits to everyone in terms of cultivation, but not necessarily for those who understand painting.

Her subtext is to say: Everyone decides to shoot, don't shoot anything, and on the other hand, the finale of our auction is not a good thing.If you can’t comprehend it, it means that the painting is not for the right person.

When everyone heard what she meant, they immediately regained their spirits. Could it be that this painting still recognizes the owner?
This is like buying a lottery ticket, there is only one lottery ticket for 500 million, but all the lottery players want to give it a try, maybe it is themselves!
This is a psychological effect.

Tang Qingqian didn't seem to appreciate the painting, but she told the most attractive part - this painting is looking for a destined person!

Everyone is pretentious and feels that they are unique in this world. In this case, it is the last auction item anyway, so let's give it a go!

Even Zhang Yuluo wanted to join in the fun, "Brother, I want to take a picture and study it. I think this painting is so domineering! Look at that silver wolf, it's so handsome! It feels real and illusory."

Zhang Zichen replied lightly, "You can't grab it. From the looks of them, they all want this painting. Do you think you can compare them financially?"

"Give it a try, what if they're just joining in the fun?" Zhang Zichen's words made her feel guilty.

"It doesn't exist. People who join in the fun will charge a higher price than you. Just think about it in your heart."

Zhang Yurao curled her lips, "Then what are we doing at the auction? There are so many things, and none of them are auctioned!"

"To make up the number of people." Zhang Zichen threw her a word.

Zhang Yurao choked suddenly, she turned her head to Ning Yibai violently, expressing that she didn't want to pay attention to Zhang Zichen anymore.

Ning Yibai glanced at her and said, "There is really nothing good in this auction. In my eyes, that is the case, but in the eyes of others, I don't know. This painting is not bad. I will take a picture of it for you to study later." Research."

"Ah?" Zhang Yuluo's eyes lit up and her face turned red, "Do you want to take a picture?"

"Ah."

Zhang Yurao touched his face and smiled, "I'm so sorry, I don't really want to see it much..."

"Stop." Ning Yibai stopped her approaching face, "I fell in love with this painting myself, and besides, it's just for you to research and study."

"I!..." Zhang Yuluo almost cursed out a curse word, she put away her previous appearance in an instant, and said angrily, "I... just pretended to be sentimental!"

"Yes." Zhang Zichen agreed.

Zhang Yurao kicked up Zhang Zichen's leg, hitting Zhang Zichen's leg one after another, causing a loud noise.

People nearby who heard the sound immediately looked back. Zhang Yurao coughed lightly, feeling embarrassed, and quickly brushed her hair.

Tang Qingqian's side was not affected, she suppressed the discussion on the scene, the corners of her mouth raised an arc, and pear dimples appeared on both sides, bright and moving.

"Then, the starting price is [-]. Start bidding!"

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"One hundred thousand!"

"20 million!"

……

"I'll pay 50 million!"

"60 million!"

The last auction item was just a painting, but the price in the market kept rising sharply, and the price was refreshed without stopping for two seconds!

Ning Yibai still chose to bid at the end.

The price increase in the venue was in full swing, Zhang Yuluo watched everyone shouting like crazy, she couldn't understand, "Why do I feel that this is very important to them? It's nothing, isn't it just a painting? Tang Qingqian said that what the friend of the great master said before he died is considered to be true, and these old people still believe it..."

"The more it gets to the end, the more people don't care. They won't wait and see like before, thinking over and over again whether to increase the price. I guess it's because the money brought in is too much and hasn't been spent yet?"

……

"120 thirty thousand!"

The price was raised to more than 100 million. At this moment, a young man suddenly stood up in the field, breaking the pattern of continuously increasing prices, and said, "That's right, hello everyone, I am Nanhu Qixing Huang's family The eldest son of the artist, my father took a fancy to this painting, and hoped to buy it at a price of 300 million. I wonder if everyone can give my Huang family a face..."

"No more bidding?"

The young man was about 26 or [-] years old, with a sincere expression when he spoke, and he bowed his hands to everyone, indicating that he wanted it.

When he said this, many people immediately hesitated. The Patriarch of the Huang family's cultivation base is at the late stage of Xuan Rank, and his status is not low in the ancient martial arts world, so those who have some friendship with him hesitated.

"Since..." Someone stood up again and looked at the young man, "Since the Patriarch asked everyone to give him face, then I will abstain. I originally bought it for appreciation, so I don't want to win people's love." gone."

The first person set an example, and many others also abstained, but there were still a few families who had never had an intersection with the Huang family, and expressed that they would not agree.

"310 million!"

Someone shouted out the price, and the young man who was still standing was a little embarrassed. He sat down and frowned.

"320 million!"

"320 million!"

The voice was much less, but there were still people bidding. When it reached 500 million, the bidder's opponent had given up. Seeing that the scroll was about to be obtained, the young man gritted his teeth again and yelled cruelly, "Five hundred! Zero ten thousand!"

No one yelled anymore, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little worried. 500 million yuan is a bit high for a painting.

Before Tang Qingqian said to repeat the price three times, someone in the venue put an end to the mixed feelings of the young man, and quoted another price, "[-] million!"

"Ah!" Zhang Yuluo was taken aback, and looked at the last bidder in the field, "Isn't that person the Dark God?"

"He wants it too!"

Ning Yibai did not expect that they also wanted this painting. It seemed that they had the same thought as him, and they only bid at the end of the final.

The young man was speechless. He wanted to see who was so hard on him. He was angry at first, but he was taken aback by Dark God's eyes for an instant. Only then did he see clearly that the opponent was the Reaper Organization.

I don't know if I need to add tens of thousands more, but after thinking about it, I have already reported [-] million, so it is not impossible to fight for it.

He carefully considered it in his heart, and after making a decision, he shouted again, "Five million and thirty thousand!"

(End of this chapter)