Dou Po: I can upgrade everything

Chapter 40 Eight Doors

"Two million gold coins!"

"This man is the prodigal son of some force. He is really rich. He can buy Star Point Flame for only 200 million."

In the auction house, many people started whispering.

On the crystal stage, the old man in white looked at the person who made the bid with an ecstatic expression.

At this moment, the silver-haired man in the wheelchair smiled confidently, his demeanor was calm and unconventional.

In full view of everyone, he gave a price that shocked everyone.

With such a bid, naturally no one will be taken advantage of and continue to follow the bidding.

The auctioneer immediately picked up the auction hammer and after asking three times to no avail, he made the final decision: "Congratulations to little brother Yang for winning the Spiritual Beast Fire!"

Yang Shou, who confirmed that his auction was successful, was secretly relieved. When the auction ended and the full amount of money was paid, the spirit beast fire stained with the yin and yang flames would be his belongings.

At the same time, Ling Shuzhu and Zhao Qian tacitly released the pressure of Dou Wang to intimidate some unsighted guys.

After taking the picture of the spirit beast fire, Yang Shou lost much interest in the second half of the auction.

Next, Xiao Yan refined the second-line and third-line Qingling Pills one after another, which also attracted the attention of many people. Finally, Fan Ling, the villain, pocketed the second-line Qingling Pill for 60 gold coins. Yang Shou Naturally, he would not miss the opportunity to disgust the other party, and his playful eyes were full of sarcasm.

This move also completely ignited the anger in Fan Ling's heart, and he was bound to cut Mohan into thousands of pieces in the Black Skull Tomb. If there was a chance, he would also show the silver-haired man his true colors.

No one cared what Fan Ling was thinking.

Yang Shou knew it well, but it was useless to talk to a dead man.

The auction continued, and the heated trading atmosphere fell into a brief calm after Qing Ling Dan.

On the crystal stage, the auctioneer carefully placed a dense scroll made of ancient jade and mysteriously introduced it to everyone:
"Flying fighting skill: Thunderbolt Sky Wings."

Yang Shou originally planned to spend a lot of money to buy the Thunder Bat Sky Wing, but he gave up the idea when Yan Yun, the young master of the Jin Yan Sect, came to present the treasure.

Although he didn't have time to check Yanyun's Najie, he took a quick glance and found that there was a flying fighting skill in the space, which was of a higher level than the Thunderbat Skywing in front of him.

While I was thinking about it, the bidding for the Thunderbolt Skywings from the outside world was already heating up.

The dark bat wings with faint lavender lightning caused some commotion among the forces present, especially Fan Ling of the Blood Sect, who said the price of 130 million gold coins was the best.

Tian She Mansion followed closely behind, with that charming giggle, and opened its bid for 140 million.

The two major forces clashed at this moment.

Elder Qing twisted his voluptuous figure, spoke sharply, and his slender, white stockings and beautiful legs crossed each other, which made many men present become angry.

"190 million!" Fan Ling, whose face was as pale as a ghost, said gloomily.

Elder Qing gave up the fight.

For Yang Shou, there is no need to continue to participate in the remaining treasures.

He has already been in the limelight once today. Whether it is the map of Pure Lotus Demon Fire, Three Thousand Thunderbolts, or even the finale of the seventh-grade elixir Yin Yang Xuan Long Dan, it is not suitable for him to intervene again.

On the one hand, he does not have the Burning Technique and can only hold one type of strange fire at most. Furthermore, there is no reason to use the same level of fighting skills as Three Thousand Thunderbolts and Nine Heavens Thunder Flash.On the other hand, he is injured and has obtained important treasures one after another. Whether he can hold on to them is a question.

If he takes a picture of the Yin-Yang Dragon Profound Pill, I am afraid that the three forces of Tian She Mansion, Black Skull Tomb, and Blood Sect will not let him go.

The right choice is to accept it as soon as possible.

Thinking about this, Yang Shou signaled to Ling Shuzhu and Zhao Qian, then calmed down physically and mentally, practicing while recovering from his physical injuries.

The auction lasted for several hours, and the intense grand occasion finally came to an end.

On the eve of the end, a beautiful young maid informed Yang Shou that the head of the Yuan family wanted to talk to him privately and wanted to give him some face.

Yang Shou did not refuse.Ling Shuzhu pushed the wheelchair and took him to the VIP lounge of the auction house.

In the lounge, a hunky-backed middle-aged man was stroking his white hair and beard. He was half-siting on a throne and asked Manager Hu next to him:

"Do you think he will come?"

"The sect owner invites me, I don't think he will refuse the kindness of the Eight Gates." Manager Hu responded respectfully.

After a while, a maid came to report the news. Manager Hu smiled and said to the middle-aged man behind him: "Master, they are on their way here."

Yuan Yi nodded slightly and murmured to himself: "If there are high-level alchemists in the eight gates, we don't have to look at Han Feng's face."

At this time, the door to the lounge opened wide.

Wearing a red robe, he pushed a wooden wheelchair into the hall. The silver-haired man sitting in the wheelchair looked around with a smile.

Yuan Yi stood up to greet him and said rather boldly: "Brother Yang Shou, now you are a real celebrity in this Black Corner Territory."

"Now that you are willing to come, please give me Yuan face."

"Master Yuan, thank you very much for the convenience of traveling last night." Yang Shou looked at the sturdy middle-aged man in front of him and said, neither humble nor arrogant.

Yuan Yi got straight to the point and said: "I won't say any more polite words. I like to be direct. This time I want to invite Brother Yang to join our eight sects. How about it?"

Yang Shou smiled and said nothing, shaking his head first and then nodding.

Yuan Yi's smile was slightly stiff and he asked doubtfully: "Brother Yang, what do you mean?"

"It's okay to join the Eight Sects, but I don't want to be driven by others. I have a better proposal here. Sect Leader Yuan can listen to it."

Yuan Yipi smiled and nodded: "I would like to hear the details."

"I have reached a cooperation with the Eight Gates and formed an alliance with you in the name of the Zhao family. Both parties are equal. How about it?" Yang Shou said in a calm tone with a serious expression.

After hearing this, Yuan Yi laughed, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he looked at Yang Shou with an unkind expression, and said coldly: "No one has ever made such a request to me. Brother Yang is telling a joke."

Yang Shou saw Yuan Yi's reaction, and he knew that to gain the recognition of a Dou Huang, words alone were not enough.

Without enough chips, it is difficult to tempt the profit-seeking Yuan Yi.

"In this case, I can only regret that I can't cooperate with Master Yuan."

After the words fell, Yang Shou waved to Ling Shuzhu behind him. The latter understood and quickly pushed the wheelchair and prepared to leave.

"Stop!" Yuan Yichen shouted.

Yang Shou turned his head and looked at Yuan Yi behind him with a playful smile: "Why, Master Yuan, do you still want to keep someone by force?"

"Brother Yang fought yesterday and his injuries have not healed. You might as well stay at Eight Gates and take a good rest."

When Yuan Yi uttered the last word, the atmosphere in the hall became oppressive.

Suddenly.

A black shadow emerged from the darkness, and the aura it exuded was extremely powerful, heading straight towards Yang Shou.

Ling Shuzhu raised her eyebrows slightly, and just when she was about to take action, Yang Shou held her hand and stopped her temporarily.

Seemingly in a very weak state, he put his fingers together, raised them, and pointed at the person coming.

I saw the black shadow falling from the sky and died on the spot.

Terrifying.

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