Xiuxian: I really don’t want to be a bootlicker!.

But after all, he was in the Immortal City of Ten Thousand Races, so he endured it.

But everyone who has reached the Mahayana stage has done so by fighting and struggling all the way.

If these myriad races continue to play like this in the future.

The auction price is still so amazing.

Then they couldn't bear it.

A bunch of idiots, go play by yourselves!

……

"Next up, the third lot is a truly rare treasure—the Black Tortoise Protector Armor!"

"This item is made from a fragment of the tortoise shell of the ancient mythical beast Xuanwu. It has been meticulously refined over countless years. Its defensive power is unparalleled."

“Once activated, it can transform into a layer of crystal clear tortoise shell. Even when facing a high-intensity attack from a saint, it can remain as solid as Mount Tai and not crack at all!

"It can inject powerful water and earth energy into the blessed land, evolving a corresponding spiritual environment out of thin air. For the cultivation of these two rare spiritual plants, it is simply like adding wings to a tiger, providing a huge boost..."

"It can increase the depth of the cave..."

An auctioneer with a slender waist, long legs, a beautiful face, and a furry tail.

At this moment, she is swaying gracefully and introducing herself with witty remarks.

The auctioneer's introduction was particularly passionate, which could be seen from the wildly shaking tail.

Although a secret agreement was reached for this auction, only one tenth of the auction fee was charged from the Ten Thousand Races.

But there is that monster who is the descendant of the Emperor of Heaven.

The auction fees they earned were more than three-tenths of the original amount.

Therefore, the auctioneer bought the historical group with great passion.

As soon as this item came out, the atmosphere on the scene immediately became lively.

The effectiveness of the Xuanwu Guardian Armor is truly amazing, and it is also very practical.

The actual value is about 20 million top-grade spirit stones.

Although it is very valuable, it still makes many Mahayana monks excited, and their eyes are full of determination to obtain it.

The half-saints of the God of War clan who brought the treasure out for auction were also rubbing their hands, ready to reap another wave of Ye Chen.

This Black Tortoise Protective Armor is extremely effective and is a heirloom within the clan.

An elder of the tribe is using it.

But after Luo Bingling's persuasion, they were still moved.

The clan elders deliberately took off the Xuanwu protective armor.

Anyway, you can get it back later.

They also bribed the steward to advance the bidding order.

Just as many interested monks in the audience held their breath and looked at it for a long time, confirming that there was no problem, they were ready to make their bids.

From Ye Chen's private room, a joyful thunderous voice rang out: "A treasure worth two hundred million top-grade spirit stones!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire auction hall seemed to have been muted, and you could hear a pin drop.

But just a moment later, there was a sudden uproar, like a pot of boiling water.

Several hot-tempered human monks sitting in the front row of the hall suddenly stood up.

He exploded with rage, kicked the stool beside him fiercely, his eyes wide open, and cursed: "You don't have any manners at all, do you?"

"These shills are endless, aren't they? And can you guys be more professional? At least change one of the shills?"

"You don't have to sell it if you don't want to. Your dad's time is not money!"

Everyone showed no mercy and started scolding.

The door of another private room suddenly exploded.

A man with a surging aura of a saint strode out.

The terrifying aura surrounding this person was boiling, and the immortal robe on his body could not withstand the leaked momentum and exploded in an instant.

Revealing the strong body inside, which looked like cast iron.

His face was filled with rage, like a roar of thunder, and he roared, "You of the Ten Thousand Races insist on playing it this way, don't you? I see you don't even take me, the Thunder Saint Wen Tailai, seriously!"

For a moment, the entire auction hall was in chaos.

The more than 30 powerful human beings present kicked the stools one by one.

Kick the box door. Kick the box door.

He didn't give any face to the tens of thousands of races present, and was about to leave after spouting harsh words.

They were really angry!

Although I felt there was something fishy about the first two auctions.