Of course, this situation will most likely not happen. Who would dare to bid a price in front of the Ke people? Wouldn't that be offending the Ke people to death?
"Boy, I am willing to give you half of my treasures in exchange for your iron suit!"
Saoji suddenly let out a strange cry, took out five storage rings and placed them in front of Yang Zhen.
Everyone's attention instantly shifted to the cheap cat. No one expected that while others did not dare to bid, the cheap cat did not care.
Lin Shengzi snorted coldly and said, "You can't wear the Iron Battle Suit, so what are you doing here?"
The mean cat rolled his eyes, rolled his eyes at Lin Shengzi and said, "What do you care what I do with it? Can't I just keep it at home and play with it?"
"You!" Saint Lin's face was filled with rage. He stared at the mean cat and said, "Little kitty, how many treasures can you have? This Saint wants to see what you have to fight with me!"
Yang Zhen looked at Jianmao with a serious face, but he was already very happy in his heart. Damn, this bastard Jianmao finally got smart for once and knew to help raise the price.
Half of this bastard's collection would probably make Lin Shengzi cry! Seeing Lin Shengzi's disdainful look, Yang Zhen really forced himself to hold back and didn't pat him on the shoulder to let him mourn.
Lin Shengzi said such words in front of so many people. If you don't buy it because it's too expensive, then you will lose all your face.
Everyone looked at the five storage rings that Cheap Cat placed in front of Yang Zhen in confusion and discussion. Most of them, like Lin Shengzi, felt that a cat could not have much storage and that Cheap Cat was overestimating himself.
But everyone could see that the expression on the face of the cheap cat was not fake, it seemed that he really wanted to buy Yang Zhen's iron armor, but... everyone still felt that it was a little pitiful, because the one competing with it was a famously wealthy clan, the ancient clan Ke! The ancient clan Ke was not comparable to the ancient clan, the ancient clan that was almost exterminated by the Great Sage Tianti. In addition, almost all the people of the Ke clan were masters of refining, and their wealth was almost unimaginable! Yang Zhen looked solemn, and said in a pretentious voice: "Since everyone is competing fairly, let's see how much is the value of these storage rings of the cheap cat. This Sao Saint needs a notary. Which senior can come and do it?"
Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath and looked at Yang Zhen with strange expressions.
No one expected that Yang Zhen would actually make such a fair decision. Isn't the cheap cat his pet? How could an owner be so inconsiderate of his pet's feelings? At this time, an old man who looked like he was about to die coughed lightly and slowly came to the front of the crowd. However, the faces of the group of people changed drastically and they took the initiative to make way.
Anyone who underestimates this old man who looks like he has one foot in the coffin is very wrong. This man is one of the only three Mahayana-level people in the flying machine competition. His strength is profound and almost unfathomable! "It turns out to be Elder Qian of the Ancient Spirit Clan. I didn't expect that this matter would alarm you." Lin Shengzi's face changed, and he hurriedly said respectfully, but a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and then he glanced at the Saint Qianling beside Elder Qian with a complicated look.
Yang Zhen said "oh my", looked up and down at Qian Lao, turned around and said to everyone with a smile: "Everyone, this fellow villager is here to be the notary, do you agree?"
After hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present's faces suddenly changed, and then became strange. Even Lin Shengzi looked at Yang Zhen in confusion, and opened his mouth but said nothing.
Elder Qian was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said with interest: "I think if I were to be the notary, all of you here would be able to accept it."
Yang Zhen was stunned, then said with a smile: "My fellow villager is quite confident. Since no one is talking, then you can show everyone how many good things the cheap cat has stored. Thank you for your help."
From beginning to end, Yang Zhen did not even look at the Saint Maiden Qianling. It seemed that this beautiful woman who was as quiet as water and almost drowned in everyone's sight did not exist in front of Yang Zhen.
The Saintess of Thousand Spirits looked at Yang Zhen with curiosity. Even though Yang Zhen called a strange Mahayana expert "fellow countryman", the expression on the Saintess of Thousand Spirits' face was as calm as water.
Lin Shengzi's eyes narrowed, as if he felt that Elder Qian was not here to snatch the iron armor from him. He immediately felt relieved and focused his attention on Jianmao's five storage rings.
When this bastard gets up to something bad, he can kill people.
Seeing that the mean cat looked worried, Old Qian chuckled, his eyes swept over the five storage rings, and his expression suddenly changed.
There were no marks of spiritual consciousness on Jianmao's storage ring. After his strength reached the Mahayana stage, he could see clearly the situation inside with just a sweep of his spiritual consciousness. Therefore, Elder Qian didn't even need to pick it up to look at it, he could see it clearly at a glance.
Seeing the expression on Mr. Qian's face, Lin Shengzi, who didn't know what nervousness was, suddenly changed his face and was hesitant to speak.
After a long while, Elder Qian said with a smile: "The treasures of heaven and earth in these five storage rings are enough to be worth 200 million crystal stones!"
"What?" Lin Shengzi's face suddenly changed, as if he had eaten shit. He stared at the cheap cat for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "This is impossible!"
Elder Qian said with a smile: "Does Lin doubt me, kid?"
Lin Shengzi's face changed again, and he said hurriedly: "I don't dare, but..."
No matter how arrogant Lin Shengzi was, he would not dare to be disrespectful to a powerful Mahayana warrior like Elder Qian. Besides, no matter how powerful and wealthy the Ke clan was, they were no match for the Guling clan, a truly powerful clan with great heritage. Not to mention that Elder Qian was a powerful Mahayana warrior, even though they were both young men, Lin Shengzi would not dare to be too presumptuous in front of the Guling clan disciples.
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But how is this possible? It's just a cat. Even if it lives for a hundred years, how many treasures of heaven and earth can it collect? Among these five storage rings, Lin Shengzi would never have imagined that there are actually 200 million crystals in them.
Not only Lin Shengzi, but everyone present was shocked after hearing what Elder Qian said. Even Saint Qianling gave Jianmao a strange look.
Even Yang Zhen looked at Jianmao in surprise. He didn't expect that this bastard actually hid so many good things. Two hundred million crystals. Even if he put together all the things Yang Zhen had, it wouldn't be much more than what Jianmao, the bastard, had.
As expected, he is a dog that has lived for tens of thousands of years, a rich dog!
Yang Zhen suddenly felt that he seemed to be too nice to the cheap cat.
Seeing Yang Zhen's gaze, Jianmao's face changed, as if he regretted it, and he hurriedly wanted to take back the five storage rings.
Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at the useless guy, turned around, put on a smile, rubbed his hands and said to Lin Shengzi: "This...Lin Shengzi, the price has been estimated, about 10 billion crystal stones. Since we are all acquaintances, I will give you a small amount. Just give 10 billion. After that, you can take this iron battle suit!"
Everyone's mouth twitched wildly. Looking at Yang Zhen's despicable appearance, they had an urge to strangle this shameless guy to death.
Fuck your acquaintance, they were fighting just now. And what’s with that decimal point? If you remove the decimal point from one billion, isn’t it still one billion?
(End of this chapter)