Super King of Soldiers in the City

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"Below, we start auctioning the last item. This is a Herborist collection, which not only gathers all kinds of spirit grass, annotates its spiritual attributes, but also comes with some alchemy essentials."

"The old man doesn't say much nonsense. Now that the auction starts, the starting price is 200 million yuan, and the price increase should not be less than 10 million yuan each time."

Just as Wang Fan was planning to find a chance to leave, the old man's words resounded throughout the auction house again.

boom!

In an instant, his words set off an uproar in the audience, and everyone's face appeared hot and shocked.

HERBORIST? What a **** is this?

You know, since the cultivation of immortals declined and evolved into ancient martial arts, alchemy and other techniques have almost become legends.

Most ancient Wu families use the oldest and most primitive means to make uniforms.

Now that I hear that there is something like Herborist, where can they not be shocked or hot?

For a time, most people were shocked and looked in the direction of the auction stand, and could no longer ignore Wang Fan.

No matter how valuable Wang Fan is in their eyes, it is not as good as a Herborist.

What's more, is Wang Fan not interested in this Herborist collection? Maybe Wang Fan wouldn't go, just grab the Herborist.

Wang Fan, who had planned to leave, listened to this, his face suddenly changed, and he also looked at the auction booth with fiery eyes, and shock appeared in his eyes.

Against the sky, it is really against the sky!

Who is the backstage of this auction, and how can even this kind of thing come out for auction? This is simply a rusty brain!

If Wang Fan got these things, he would have hoped to hide and make a fortune.

"Two hundred and ten million!" Wang Fan was the first to stand up and began to offer, a set of Herborist set to my posture.

When those people saw Wang Fan's head popping up again, his eyelids choked, and he was relieved.

Since Wang Fan is interested in this thing, it means that Wang Fan cannot leave for the time being.

Of course, although they did not know what to do with Wang Fan, they quickly refreshed the price.

"250 million!"

"300 million!"

"500 million!"

The prices one by one popped out of those powerful mouths as if they were shouting not RMB but ghost notes.

Wang Fan saw that most people's attention was focused on Herborist and bidders. Without any hesitation, he stood up and ran out of the auction hall.

When is it better not to leave at this time? Although he also wanted the Herborist, he did not say that most people had already stared at him. Even the money on him was not enough.

Wang Fan's speed is very fast, almost out of the auction hall in a blink of an eye.

However, although most people didn't notice Wang Fan's departure, Huang Shiwol, who kept staring at Wang Fan, and some other guys who didn't have enough financial resources to take pictures of Herborist, noticed it.

They didn't hesitate, got up quickly, and followed, and Huang Shilang was the fastest.

Wang Fan is not only rich, but also contains spirit grass and spirit stones, they can not let Wang Fan run away.

The old man at the auction looked at this scene, and his heart hurt a bit, but he didn't speak.

He wanted to grab something from Wang Fan, but as an auctioneer, and now he had to host the auction, reason made him not commit the impulse.

Even if Wang Fan had calculated that someone would come out with him, he didn't relax at all. After leaving the auction house, he accelerated the speed to the extreme and ran out of Jueqing Temple.

He must not let those people surround him, otherwise, there is only one way to die.

At the gate of Jueqing Temple, the work of the two guards has been relaxed. At this point, the auction is almost over, and naturally no one has entered.

Outside, there are still many young men and women sitting or standing. Most of them came with their elders, but they were not brought in.

After all, the number of people entering the door is also limited, and the number of people that can be brought in is also required depending on the identity.

Otherwise, if everyone with a house number can bring people in indefinitely, wouldn't the auction house be squeezed?

These young men and women talked casually in twos and threes, while paying attention to the direction of the entrance of Jueqing Temple.

They also wanted to wait for the elders to come out and ask what was going on at the auction.

Woo!

Just as everyone was focused on the doorway, a figure came out.

After the figure appeared, without looking at the two guards, he ran directly towards the mountain, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Who is this man, how did he come out, and is he still in such a hurry? Is it possible to grab something good?"

"Hush, you don't want to live anymore? It was Ou Yanmao who killed him. The blood over there hasn't been done yet."

Looking at the figure, the crowd sounded one after another.

Several people came alone, and wanted to listen to this with the guys in the past, and suddenly a cold sweat came out of their backs, dispelling their thoughts.

Even if it's obedient, Ou Yanmao was killed, and they are estimated to give food.

I used to look at that guy's youth, thinking what kind of fat sheep I have encountered, and now it seems that the relationship is respectful.

Alas.

Soon, another figure appeared at the door of Jueqing Temple, not slower than Wang Fan.

Just because he moved so much later than Wang Fan for dozens of seconds, the speed at which he could reach the door was also dozens of seconds later than Wang Fan.

This man is Huang Shilang.

The moment he ran out of the gate, he instinctively wanted to chase Wang Fan, but Wang Fan disappeared.

Huang Shilang's face changed, and he immediately turned back and grabbed one of the ancient gatekeepers. "Which direction did he run from?"

The ancient warrior originally wanted to attack, but after seeing that the other party was Huang Shilang, his face changed instantly. He shuddered, pointing in the direction of Wang Fan's departure, "Senior Huang, he escaped from there."

"Wang Baeg, who told you not to stop him, did you let the pestle be the decoration at the door?" Huang Shilang's face was sullen, and he slaps the ancient warrior away, and then chased him in the direction of Wang Fan's departure .

To say that the whole auction house, the one who most wanted to kill Wang Fan was undoubtedly Huang Shilang.

He has already regarded Wang Fan's things as his own. Now where Wang Fan is missing, where can he not be angry?

The ancient warrior was pumped several meters away, spitting out his mouth full of blood and teeth, but dared not to speak.

He can't afford Huang Shilang, he can only curse Huang Shilang in his heart.

Huang Shilang quickly chased down the hill, but after two minutes, he couldn't help but frown.

Wang Fan disappeared, leaving no trace at all.

Huang Shiwol's hatred, it even has the heart to kill!

He is famous for running away with Huang Shilang, but now he is chasing Wang Fan. What a shame?

"Wang Baeg, ran the monk, did you run the temple? I swear by Huang Shilang, and I will not kill you if I don't kill you!" Huang Shilang roared wildly.

It was only after he had roared that he noticed that a figure flashed a short distance away, and then jumped into the distance.

"Little bastard!" Huang Shilang's eyelids jumped, chasing past with no hesitation.

In his eyes, there was grief and ecstasy. As long as he was aware of Wang Fan, Wang Fan could not escape his palm.

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