I’m Really a Villain

After thinking for a while, the woman in the bamboo hat finally opened her mouth to offer: "Ten thousand and one hundred spirit crystals."

"It's just such a broken bell, what's there to fight for?" The people below commented suspiciously.

"Could it be that there are some secrets in it?"

The people on the first floor don't have much money, and the people on the second floor have items they want to auction.

So if the price is too high, naturally you don't want to waste spirit crystals on other items.

"Twenty thousand spirit crystals," Xu Zimo said without thinking about what the woman in the bamboo hat said.

"The young master of the wing room of the Zhuzi shop offered 20,000 spirit crystals, does anyone want to increase the price?" The red-robed old man said with a smile.

I thought it was just a broken thing, but I didn't expect to have a surprise.

The woman in the bamboo hat was completely silent this time.

"Then it's a deal. The bell of the battlefield of gods and demons belongs to the young master in the wing room of the bamboo shop."

After a while, a maid brought in the bell with a tray.

According to the rules of the auction, it must be paid with one hand and delivered with the other.

Xu Zimo looked at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng paid 20,000 spirit crystals with an embarrassed face.

Originally, he thought that Xu Zimo wouldn't need these spirit crystals, so he could take advantage of the opportunity to auction off the items for the Nine Heavens Festival for himself.

It's a pity that judging from the current situation, whether one million spirit crystals is enough is another matter.

Xu Zimo took the bell and observed it in his hand.

The size of this bell is no different from that of ordinary bells. The whole body is dark brown, and some places on it have been rusted and the paint has peeled off. It looks very old.

The inner bell spring is a round thing like a small stone, which can make a slight sound when it is shaken slightly in the hand.

There is nothing special about this bell. If others don't say that it was brought out from the battlefield of gods and demons, it may not be as good as an ordinary bell.

"What's the use of this bell?" Jiang Changsheng asked from the side.

"I can't see it yet," Xu Zimo shook his head.

He didn't feel any energy in the bell.

"It's just a pile of scrap metal, what's the use for it," Lin Feng said from the side.

"Is there any use for you to tell me here?" Xu Zimo asked back.

"I won't tell you, when the time comes, you will explain to your father when you go back," Lin Feng replied.

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The auction on the first floor is still going on, and more and more items are being auctioned.

As time went on, the auction price became higher and higher.

Finally, when the red-robed old man took out a purple flower, Lin Feng became serious.

This purple flower is only as big as a palm, with six petals in total, and many Sanskrit sounds are engraved on each petal.

After staring at Zihua for a long time, it seems that the whisper of Sanskrit can be heard in my ears.

"Tianzhu flower, the unique flower of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple," the red-robed old man explained with a smile.

"This flower will grow only after half a year in the Buddhist temple, and it can kill evil spirits, purify the heart, and protect the body.

It is very rare and rare, and has a terrifying ability to understand Buddhist exercises and pulse techniques.

The starting price is 1 million spirit crystals, and each increase should not be less than 100,000. "

As the red-robed old man's voice fell, the crowd around him began to offer quotations one after another.

"1.1 million spirit crystals."

"One and a half million spirit crystals."

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Seeing that the price was so fierce, Lin Feng looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Brother, Dad only gave us five million spirit crystals for auction. If it's really not enough, we can only use your share."

"That's your business. If you don't have a spirit crystal, you can pay for it yourself. I don't care," Xu Zimo waved his hand and refused directly.

Lin Feng's face was cloudy and uncertain, he wanted to say something and finally endured it, clenched his fists and didn't mention it again.

"Three million spiritual crystals," Lin Feng shouted directly as the quotation gradually slowed down.

"You people from Taixiao Peak are also here to join in the fun," someone said aloud from a room on the second floor.

"Is there enough money? Do you need me to lend you some."

"Don't bother Bi Xiaofeng to worry about you," Lin Feng said lightly.

He could tell that the person in the opposite room was from Bixiao Peak, and the person who spoke was Yan Song, the emperor's son of Bixiao Peak.

"In this case, then I will offer 3.5 million spirit crystals," Yan Song said with a smile in the opposite room.

"Four million," Lin Feng said with embarrassment.

The other people around watched the rivalry between the two clans, and they were also very interested and did not make any further offers.

After all, their goal is not the geranium flower.

"Four and a half million," Yan Song said after him.

In the room he was in, a middle-aged man reminded him: "My son, our goal is not this geranium flower.

What should we do if the other party does not follow the price? "

"Don't worry, he will definitely follow," Yan Song said with a light smile.

"I'll offer five million. Yan Song, if you make another offer, I won't follow and I'll give it to you," Lin Feng said coldly.

His body was full of momentum, and it was obvious that his heart was not at peace.

"A gentleman doesn't take what others like, since you like it so much, then take it," Yan Song said with a smile.

Hearing this, before Lin Feng could heave a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly sounded from the first floor.

"I'll pay 5.1 million."

Everyone looked around and saw a person dressed as a monk sitting quietly among the crowd on the first floor.

"It's Monk Kuwu," said someone beside him in surprise.

"It is said that the former number one monk of Wanfo Temple was expelled from the sect," someone commented.

"He still dares to appear here, isn't he afraid that people from Wanfo Temple will arrest him?"

"You don't know, people from Wanfo Temple have been out of the temple for a long time, and it is impossible to come to this Huohuang City for a while."

"Five and a half million," Lin Feng gritted his teeth and continued to shout.

"Everyone in Taixiao Peak, the poor monk has no intention of competing with you for this dahlia flower, as long as you promise me one thing.

The poor monk immediately withdrew and compensated you for the extra spirit crystals just now," the monk at the bottom called Amitabha and said calmly.

"What's the matter?" Lin Feng asked with a frown.

"I've heard that your ancestors of Jiuxiao Peak once defeated the ghost Buddha Buddha Tathagata, and got his ghost Zen Liudu," said the monk Kuwu aloud.

"The poor monk only needs to observe the six breaks and one view of ghost meditation."

"It's impossible. How can our Taixiao Peak's pulse-suppressing technique let people watch it at will," Lin Feng said shaking his head.

"Since this is the case, then don't blame the poor monk for not giving up the geranium flower." After the monk Kuwu finished speaking, he directly quoted: "The poor monk gave out six million spirit crystals."

With a sound of "bang", Lin Feng slapped the table next to him, and the aura around him became stronger and stronger.

"This monk Kuwu wants to die," he said with murderous intent.

"Monk Kuwu is the master of the Venerable's pinnacle, and you don't seem to be his opponent," Xu Zimo said with a smile.