Now when someone mentions it, they will naturally feel the same way when they think of it, and their faces will instantly turn bad.

Although the people present here are not as powerful as the Holy Emperor of Light, most of them are from the same period. In other words, they usually look at the Holy Maiden with the eyes of a junior.

As a result, such people who were regarded as juniors actually calculated against them so unscrupulously, which was a provocative anger.

What's more, everyone already had conflicts with each other. This time, the saint pushed everyone's limits and instantly provoked all forces.

However, due to the threat from the Hall of Light, they dared not speak out, at least they could not tear their faces apart so openly.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were really overwhelmed. Damn, it's okay that a magic god suddenly appeared, but there was also the calculation of the Hall of Light. It was tragic no matter how you looked at it! This loss could only be swallowed back in the stomach. Yang Lan'er calculated this and looked at the saint who seemed to be uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a fly. She was very happy.

One piece of news is that the potion that makes the Saint sick was actually made by Yang Lan'er.

Secondly, the saint felt even more pained that she had given so much money to the thorn in her side.

Third, it was the first time for the Saint to have her plan exposed so blatantly in front of everyone.

In the past, even if someone discovered something, they would be captured by the glory of the God of Light and would think it was natural and would not expose it.

What's more, if one wants to expose the truth, he has to consider whether he can withstand the retaliation of the Hall of Light. It is better to have less trouble than more, so usually he will turn a blind eye.

There are not many people as unrestrained and straightforward as Yang Lan'er.

Due to several reasons, the saint almost couldn't breathe. The mental power in her body was fluctuating and she had a tendency to be violent.

Fortunately, the saint woke up and silently recited a spell unique to her several times, and then she slowly calmed down.

If Yang Lan'er knew, she would definitely recognize that this was a fragment of a passage to calm mental power. It was only a few words, but very effective.

Because the Saint's strength is not gained through her own cultivation, but is forcibly enhanced, there will naturally be certain sequelae. Her emotions cannot fluctuate too much, as this can easily cause mental instability.

This spell, which belongs exclusively to the Saint, always works very well and is regarded as a treasure by successive Saints.

However, any cultivator with a little common sense would not use it this way. He would suppress it forcefully every time, which would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Once it accumulates to a certain level and explodes, will there be any hope?

"You..." The Black Dragon looked at Yang Lan'er with admiration. It was the first time he saw someone giving face to the Saint of the Hall of Light in this way.

"The hatred has been transferred well." Yi Mishang smiled and gave Yang Lan'er a thumbs up. She could imagine how big the psychological shadow area of ​​the saint was at the moment.

To be honest, it was the first time that she experienced Yang Lan'er's sharp tongue, which was so sharp that it could really make people angry to death.

Lulu didn't say anything, but just looked up at Yang Lan'er with starry eyes.

"The prestige of the Hall of Light and the Saint is too high. No one dares to offend them easily. Even other forces will take the initiative to avoid them. It's rare to catch the Saint's handle, so naturally it has to be dragged out for everyone to see. Every bit of prestige reduction is a good thing. Life..." Yang Lan'er sighed.

If you don't want others to know, then don't do it. If the saint is really so pure, she won't find an opportunity. Since you dare to do it, then don't be afraid of being exposed!

The scene was already in a mess, and everyone felt that their horizons had been broadened. It was the first time they had seen someone who could directly confront the Palace of Light! Moreover, these people did not know Yang Lan'er's identity and strength, so all they had left was sympathy.

Where did such ignorant and desperate girls come from? The silence in the venue was dispelled after the auctioneer brought up the finale item.

No matter what the idea was, it was attracted by the legendary fragment of the holy staff.

No matter how good the potion was, only one person could get it, and there were also problems with the internal distribution, as everyone wanted to make it their own.

No matter what kind of breakthrough in strength it is, it is best to use it yourself.

Not getting it, but there is no such contradiction. For a moment, the attention is shifted to the hand of the holy staff.

The situation with the potion before was because the Saint had killed everyone. As for the problem of money, even if you don’t have enough on you, you can discuss it with the auction house!

Not to mention the friendship among everyone, the people and forces are familiar with each other. If the monk can run away, can the temple also run away?

This time, they can only fight based on their strength. The saint's magic was originally prepared for the holy staff, and she never thought that anyone would recognize it. Now, not only has it been used in advance, but it has also been exposed. Naturally, there is no chance to use it a second time.

Everyone present was on guard, so the magic had little effect.

If the Saint dares to use it again, I'm afraid the hatred value at the scene will explode, and no one will be able to endure it anymore.

Yang Lan'er sneered and was ready to see how the Holy Lady of Light would bid.

This time, because of Yang Lan'er's exposure, everyone was bidding very cautiously. Fortunately, there was no movement in her box, which made people think that she should not be interested in the fragment of the holy staff.

The price quickly climbed to 2 billion, which was as outrageous as expected.

The saint girl finally calmed down, but she found that the price was outrageous. She felt even more resentful. If she had the strength, she would have cut Yang Lan'er into pieces.

Yes, as long as she has that bottle of potion, when she becomes the God of Magic, and with the power of the Hall of Light, how can she still be afraid of Yang Lan'er alone?

The Saint had a good plan, thinking that Yang Lan'er would shoot herself in the foot, but she didn't know when Yang Lan'er had ever done such a stupid thing? She wanted to reach the Saint level, but it was not as easy as she imagined.

"Twenty and a half billion." The saint directly raised the price by five hundred million. This huge sum of money made everyone present choke and there was silence for a moment.

The original budget was not that high, but the previous potions had already cost so much, so it didn't make sense that the much-anticipated fragment of the holy staff wouldn't be worth the price.

Everyone knows the situation, so prices are rising so recklessly.

The saint directly gave a maximum price.

After bidding, the Saint Maiden's loudspeaker button was still on, and her cold voice continued, "Everyone, this lost holy staff originally belonged to the Hall of Light. Thank you for your help in finding it. Now that I'm here in person, you don't have to worry about it. The Hall of Light appreciates your support."

Hearing this, no one knew what others thought, but Yang Lan'er chuckled, feeling a little disappointed.

I was originally thinking that the Saint's trump card had been forced out in advance, and then what tricks would she have? So, that's it?

This is really a great combination of attack and defense!