"Sir, it has been auctioned off for two hundred thousand," the maid replied.
Gu Yuan nodded. Two hundred thousand was already a lot.
Looking towards the hall, the atmosphere inside was even more heated than before.
At this time, an old man had replaced him at the auction table, holding a scroll emitting a pale yellow light. His eyes were sharp and he exuded a strong aura, obviously a strong man.
It seems that Tianxuan Auction House also attaches great importance to spiritual skills of this level.
"Next is our last item for auction, the sixth-grade earth-attributed spiritual skill: Raging Sand."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, many pairs of eyes in the hall turned red. A sixth-grade spiritual skill! That could be considered a family treasure!
"Raging Sand, starting price 2,000,000 gold coins, each bid must be no less than 10,000 gold coins."
"Two million and ten thousand!"
"Two million and five hundred thousand!"
…
"Two million and two hundred thousand!"
Gu Yuan looked at the heated atmosphere in the hall and felt a little dry in his throat. It turned out to be a sixth-grade spiritual skill!
But I’m afraid that the price will eventually rise to a terrifying height, right?
Gu Yuan decided to wait and see.
"Four million!"
In just a few dozen breaths, the price had soared to four million.
This price has filtered out many independent cultivators, and the remaining ones are basically family patriarchs and people from sects.
"Four million and one hundred thousand!"
"Four million two hundred thousand!"
"Four and a half million!"
"It's the Huoyun Sect's genius!"
Everyone looked at Han Tian with flickering eyes, wondering whether they should provoke a genius for the sake of a sixth-grade spiritual skill.
"Damn it, whoever has the money gets the things at the auction, who cares!"
A middle-aged man with a hot temper added another 500,000 with a clap of his hands.
"Five million!"
Seeing this, everyone followed.
"Five million and two hundred thousand!"
…
"Six million!"
Han Tian's eyes were gloomy. The temptation of the sixth-grade spiritual skills made these guys lose their intelligence!
But he happened to be preparing to enter the inner gate, and one of the inner gate elders happened to be of earth attribute, so this spiritual skill was perfect for him.
Thinking of this, Han Tian spoke again: “Seven million!”
Even though he was already heartbroken, Han Tian chose the latter over the inner disciples.
"This guy is so fucking rich." Gu Yuan in the box curled his lips and thought.
At this time, Han Tian raised the price again to filter out a group of people, leaving only a few family patriarchs and elders in the Beastmaster City.
"Seven million one hundred thousand."
An old man closed his eyes and said that at this price, the increase in price was very small.
"Seven million and two hundred thousand." Han Tian raised the price.
"Eight million! If Mr. Han bids again, I, Feng, will automatically withdraw."
The old man opened his eyes, his eyes bright and sharp. He was Feng Zhan, the head of the Feng family in Beast Taming City.
Han Tian's expression was already somewhat unnatural. Eight million! This was also a huge number for him.
His expression changed constantly, and finally Han Tian said with difficulty: "Eight million and one hundred thousand!"
"Haha, Young Master Han is indeed the Huoyun Sect's genius. I, Feng, feel inferior to him and choose to withdraw."
Seeing that Han Tian had already offered 8.1 million, the others also chose to withdraw.
Han Tian's expression looked a little better. As long as he could enter the inner gate, everything would be worth it.
"Is there anyone who wants to bid higher? If not, this sixth-grade spiritual skill, Angry Sand, will belong to Master Han." The old man on the stage asked calmly.
Han Tian looked at the pale yellow scroll on the stage, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
"Nine million!"
A faint voice spread throughout the hall, and Gu Yuan in the box showed a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
Han Tian's expression was extremely ugly...
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