Seeing everyone was moved and talking about it, Elder Zhao was very satisfied.

Suddenly, the guest in box number three above spoke.

There was a sense of vicissitudes in his voice.

"Elder Zhao, have you read this booklet? Or do you have a backup copy?"

"No, I promise."

Elder Zhao said sternly, "Also, I must say this again. Although this booklet is a treasure, its contents cannot be seen without the right method."

ah?

Everyone exclaimed.

Elder Zhao said with regret, "The words in this booklet were written with a special potion. Aside from the four characters 'Fei Yu Wu Jing', the rest of the content is completely invisible. So, even if you get this booklet, if you don't find a way, you won't be able to see its contents. There are still risks. I must explain this in advance. Of course, on the other hand, if you find the right method, you will truly obtain a treasure. Whether you want to give it a try is up to you. The starting price is very cheap, 100 million Huayuan. Now that you have considered it, you can start bidding."

The crowd was silent.

Everyone has his own calculations.

This is a gamble.

If you take the gamble, you will win big.

If you lose the bet, you will suffer a huge loss.

As if somewhat moved.

Tang Xiaobao whispered, "Want it?"

Wanru nodded: "I only have a few billion, it seems not enough."

"Do you really need money? I'll buy you whatever you like. It's worth spending any amount of money. Don't worry, we've got it all today. I won't let them get even a piece of scrap stone."

Tang Xiaobao chuckled.

Wanru said with gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Tang."

"I am your husband, what's mine is yours, why are you being so polite to me?"

Tang Xiaobao smiled indifferently.

It was as if her face was flushed.

Tang Xiaobao became excited: "Hey, we haven't done it here at Divine Sword Peak yet. How about we consummate the marriage in the sect after we're done?"

"I listen to my husband."

puff!

Tang Xiaobao almost had a nosebleed.

You can't tease me anymore. If you continue, you will embarrass yourself.

Coughing, Tang Xiaobao said, "Let's watch the fun first."

Elder Zhao didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

He said everything he needed to say, and he believed that this treasure would be a hit with everyone.

Everyone has a gambling spirit.

If the bet is right, the sect's strength will increase significantly.

Sure enough, someone below started bidding.

"I'll give you 100 million."

Although he only offered 100 million, his bid immediately made many people excited.

Everyone has a kind of thought: if I can't get something myself, I can't let others get it easily.

Whoever gets it will become a potential threat to others.

"I'll give you 200 million."

"Three hundred million."

"Five hundred million."

"One billion."

…

Soon, the price was hyped up to 8 billion.

The sword-wielding old man who had previously challenged Tang Xiaobao and another young man were making their final challenge.

It seems that they are all determined to win.

But 8 billion is already a very high price.

After all, it is possible that 8 billion will only get you a blank sheet of paper.

What if Feiyu Sword God played a huge joke on everyone?

That would be a real joke.

Well, the possibility of this is too low.

But it's not completely impossible. What if he was killed before he even started writing?

So, when the old man raised the price to 10 billion, the young man discussed with the old man for a few words and decided to give up.

"Okay, Mr. Tan, I won't argue with you anymore."

The young man said this somewhat unwillingly.

Tan Zhen is the leader of the Flying Eagle Sect and his family is quite wealthy. He brought 60 billion today with him, intending to show off his abilities. This booklet is extremely important to him.

It's rare that the four leaders of the major sects upstairs have no intention of taking action, so he must take this opportunity to get this booklet.

Otherwise, if you really encounter something bad, you won’t be able to compete with others.

He is still very sober.

But he was wrong.

Tang Xiaobao thought it through clearly. The four people upstairs were all super pretentious people, and they would definitely be the last to take action.

Sure enough, just as Tan Zhen was feeling proud, the old man in box number three upstairs spoke.

"I'm offering 15 billion. Sect Leader Tan, please don't compete with me for it."

sweat……

Many people looked happy.

Damn, you actually dare to bid.

It seems that the competition has just begun.

A hint of pride flashed in Elder Zhao's eyes.

The more people fight for it, the happier he is.

It's profitable anyway, and getting everyone's money out first can save trouble later.

Tan Zhen's face suddenly became gloomy.

"I'm sorry, but we of the Flying Eagle Sect must do our best. I'll give you 20 billion."

The old man in box number three snorted coldly, seeming very dissatisfied with Tan Zhen for not giving him face.

"Twenty-one billion."

"Twenty-two billion."

"Twenty-three billion."

"Twenty-four billion."

The old man in Box 3 said grimly, "I'm offering 30 billion. Anyone who tries to snatch it from me will become an enemy of my Demonic Spirit Sect. Humph!"

Tan Zhen's expression became even uglier.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to bid.

The people of the Demon Spirit Sect have always been elusive and are a very strange existence in the ancient martial arts world. They rarely come down the mountain, but two sects were destroyed because of them.

This is a sect that everyone is particularly wary of.

The guest in Box 1 sighed leisurely, "Sect Master Zhang, I'll give you a favor. I was originally going to take it, but since you want it so badly, I'll give it to you."

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