Peerless Conceited God

"The moment the man opened his mouth, everyone recognized him." So it's Young Master Fighting. "

"I'm afraid that the Young Master Fighting is not willing to have a cold face and is not interested in the purple gold gourd."

The auctioneer stopped her actions and said, "Let the competition begin. The starting price is ten thousand Spirit Stones, each increment must be at least one thousand Spirit Stones."

"Me and me, we'll pay ten thousand spirit stones as well!"

The crowd couldn't help but laugh, "Even if others bid 10,000, you only bid 10,000. You aren't bidding, are you here to cause trouble?"

Young Master Fighting glanced at him and snorted coldly, saying in disdain: "So you're a person of Young Noble DuoZhi, and Young Noble Duo Zhi is still there. What can a fool do for you?"

The host's gaze turned cold as he said coldly, "Every bid must not be lower than a thousand Spirit Stones." That person finally reacted and said, "Then I'll pay a thousand and one."

After that, Leng Xiao also sent people to bid, with the same goal as Ge Liang. An old man stood up and said, "Twelve thousand."

When everyone saw this, they knew that the three great young masters were fighting again. This was going to be a good show.

He glanced over with a cold gaze and said, "That guy with the cold face has also sent someone." His expression was a little ugly. He knew that old man, was an outer sect deacon from the Immortal Sword Valley. Although he only had a cultivation level of Building Foundation Period, he was very shrewd and was not someone who was easy to deal with.

"Fourteen thousand!" He clenched his teeth and said with all his might.

"Fifteen thousand!"

"16,000!"

No matter how many he called, the two of them would follow and add an additional 1000 Spirit Stones to his foundation.

Ying Qianxue said: Look, other than your friend Young Master Fighting, the other two have also sent people over, this purple gold bottle gourd might be extremely expensive.

Tang Xiaohu rolled his eyes at her, and said: "Why are you so excited? Even if you buy one million spirit stones, it's still a part of the auction, what does it have to do with you."

"Eh." Ying Qianxue was a little embarrassed, and answered: "I was just watching the show, I thought it was quite interesting."

Tang Xiaohu continued: "Dog biting dog, what's there to look at?"

He was not the least bit interested in this auction. He ate and drank by himself, and drank one cup after another until there was only half a pot left.

Before long, they had called for twenty thousand yuan. Soon after, the other two people called out for thirty-one thousand yuan and twenty-two thousand yuan.

Young Master Fighting was already filled with anger, he thought to himself: "How are these two fools here to bid, they are clearly here to fight against me. Alright, you have a lot of money, even if I can't do it, I will trick you to death."

"22,000 going once … 22,000 going twice!"

"Wait, I'll pay thirty thousand Spirit Stones." He didn't want the purple gold gourd anymore, so he intentionally raised the price to let Leng Xiao and Duo Zhi bite each other. No matter who got it, they would lose a lot of money and would lose everything.

He desperately dug a large hole, just waiting for the two of them to dig it.

Who would've thought that the two of them would have such a tacit understanding. They looked at each other and sat down. It looked like they weren't going to bid anymore, so they had to pay the sky-high price themselves.

"Thirty thousand going once!"

"Thirty thousand twice!"

Thirty thousand Spirit Stones, he had played with the fire this time, his entire net worth was only around twenty thousand Spirit Stones, he could not sit still, he was so nervous that he started sweating. If he could not take out the money, it would be a small matter to lose face, offending the boss of the auction, even if it was the three great young masters of Ink Abyss, they would not be able to eat it all.

Just as the hosting beauty was about to finalize the drop hammer, a voice suddenly sounded from the room.

"Wait a minute, I'll drop 3v1!"

At the auction venue, he was playing around with nervousness and heartbeats. At this moment, he secretly sighed in relief as he thought to himself: "This is dangerous. Looks like I'll have to measure my strength next time."

Tang Xiaohu saw his sorry state, and shook his head, saying: "What three great young masters, each more reckless than the other, can your Ink Abyss only produce this kind of talent?"

After thinking for a moment, Ying Qianxue retorted: "If you say it, then say it's them, don't drag me into the water, what kind of people from your Ink Abyss, who told you I, Ying Qianxue, am a member of the Ink Abyss, seriously, they are trying to anger me."

Tang Xiaohu looked at her, and said: "You are in Ink Abyss, your house is in Ink Abyss, and your inn is also in Ink Abyss. Could it be that you are considered to be from Ink Abyss if you marry and give birth to a few children in Ink Abyss?"

"Who said there was a room and an asset in the Ink Abyss?" Ying Qianxue originally wanted to retort, but when the words reached her mouth, she retracted them and said: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you. I'll be angered to death by you sooner or later."

After he finished speaking, he poured himself a cup of wine and drank it up, but his gaze stayed on Yu Er.

It was only then that the various private booths officially started, and the atmosphere reached a climax. It was only at this moment that everyone knew that the spirit stones he had brought along were simply poor, and that was probably the difference between the VIP booths and the lower seats. It was just that they didn't know who the Ying Clan had invited this time, and even with his identity, he could only take his place in the next room.