Chapter 82: Lu Xingyun's Fury

  "Old Guan, can you bring the Lonely Cloud Sword over?"

  The hall was silent for a long time, and Luo Xingyun suppressed his excitement in his heart, trembling.

  "Oh, okay..."

  Guan Canghai wanted to say something more, but immediately looked towards a place in the main hall.

  61,000!

  A flat voice devoid of any emotion came from beneath the hall, adding only one hundred.

  If it were just 200, that would be fine. But he deliberately broke the rules and bid at the last minute, clearly trying to humiliate him.

  And yet, it was still coming from the main hall, who exactly was so bold as to openly oppose Luo Xingyun?

  Everyone looked up and saw that it was another person wearing a cloak, sitting quietly in the crowd, without any noticeable appearance.

  "Six thousand two!"

  Luó Xíngyún's face was somewhat hidden, his usual calm and elegant demeanor had dissipated, revealing a hint of ferocity.

  "Six thousand three!"

  "Sixty-four!"

  Almost shouting out loud, Luo Xingyun could no longer conceal the murderous intent on his body.

  "Seven thousand!"

  The hooded figure remained silent for a moment before uttering a number that left everyone gasping in shock.

  At this price, it's enough to buy five ordinary extreme-grade spirit soldiers, and even a low-grade treasure equipment.

  "Manager, I want to verify the capital!"

  Luo Xingyun suddenly retracted the murderous intent in his heart and said coldly.

  "This is natural!"

  He glanced at a guard behind him and gave him a signal with his eyes.

  The middle-aged guard walked down from the stage and came before the hooded figure, extending his hand in a gesture of invitation: "Please!"

  Under the curious gaze of the crowd, he did not get up, and casually threw out a grayish-white object, instantly stunning everyone.

  Storage bag!

  This storage bag alone is worth at least the price of a low-grade spiritual soldier, but that doesn't mean there's enough spiritual corpse inside.

  At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the guard who was checking the storage bag under the hint of Guan Canghai.

  Even if it were the several major forces in the upstairs private rooms, even Li Chen had a hint of interest, and had just put the Qinglin Fist Set into his arms.

  "Here you go!"

  The guard opened and took a look at the storage bag, his face showed shock, then respectfully handed the storage bag back with both hands.

  "Draw your sword!"

  The man in the tattered cloak remained still, hidden in the dark folds of his garment, making it impossible to discern any features.

  The guard looked slightly embarrassed, glanced at Guan Canghai, and after getting his nod of approval, took the storage bag and walked to the back of the stage, coming out soon after.

  Still holding the storage bag, he picked up the Lonely Cloud Sword on the auction stage and returned it to the Cloak Man under the escort of the other three.

  From start to finish, the hooded man did not lift his head, and silently accepted it.

  Wow!

  A muffled sound came from the private room, apparently Luo Xingyun was furious.

  Kitano's lips curled up in a cold smile, his eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to be thinking of something.

  That vast desert wolf Feng Yuantu, with icy glints bursting in his eyes, coldly stared at the back of the person wearing a Dou cloak in the great hall.

  Suddenly, a flash of shock flickered in his eyes, revealing a solemn expression for the first time.

  Because, the hooded figure suddenly turned around and looked back, although he quickly turned his head back, that fleeting glance, as if piercing through the distance, broke through the crystal screen and entered his eyes.

  "Awesome, but you absolutely cannot take the sword away!"

  Feng Yuantu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he clenched his fists secretly. The deadline was approaching, and if he didn't break through, he would surely die. Nothing could stop him.

  "Next, the second treasure to be auctioned is the Iron Demon Wolf Cub, born from the top three-tiered peak-level demon beast of the ancient Cangshan Mountains, the Iron Demon Wolf!"

  As they spoke, four guards brought a iron cage to the front of the stage, inside which was a wolf-like beast about the size of a domestic dog, its entire body a dull greyish-black color, looking somewhat weak and listless, clearly the young Iron Wolf.

  "What? Did I hear that wrong?"

  "Tiě mó láng, jìng rán shì zhè děng xiōng wù!"

  Translation: "Iron Demon Wolf, it's actually such a ferocious creature!"

  "Who can take out the Iron Wolf's cubs? Is it the Transcendence Realm Master who is making a move?"

  "Tiě mó láng is said to have a demonic bloodline, and when it goes berserk, even fourth-tier demon beasts will show restraint. How did this Treasure Pavilion manage to obtain its cub?"

  For a moment, the hall was in an uproar of discussion, and everyone had doubts about this beast. After all, Guan Canghai had repeatedly hung people's stomachs before, and it was possible that this time was no exception.

  "Silence!"

  Guan Canghai's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he manipulated his true energy. His tongue flashed like a thunderbolt, instantly overpowering everyone's voices: "This beast's bloodline indeed originated from the top-tier three-stage demon wolf, Iron Magic Wolf. I believe everyone has heard of the Blood Jade of Discrimination. Take one drop of the young beast's blood, and it can be verified at once!"

  As soon as this was said, many people whispered to each other and discussed it in a flurry of conversation.

  "Old Guan, get a blood test!"

  "Please take an elderly person for a blood test!"

  "Please take Grandma for a blood test!"

  Apart from those few big families, no one else has the ability to bid for the Iron Wolf Cub. The rest are simply unable to compete, and even if they were to win the auction, they wouldn't have enough resources to cultivate it. The major powers in the private rooms all spoke up.

  "Good!"

  Guan Canghai nodded, took out a chicken egg-sized, lustrous and radiant blood jade from his bosom, and displayed it around.

  When the crowd took a drop of fresh blood and dripped it onto the Blood Jade, three solidified blood clouds eerily floated out, revealing that his bloodline was indeed from the Three-tiered Demon Beast's lineage, finally opening everyone's eyes wide in astonishment.

  "Iron Demon Wolf Cub, born with initial first-class strength, naturally bloodthirsty, but if controlled by Heart Restricting Pill or a strong Dan Xuan realm expert leaves a seal in its mind, it can be cultivated into the most loyal demonic pet."

  Whether it's traveling across continents or as a town-tribe demon beast, under the condition of abundant resources, it is absolutely not inferior to cultivating a strong Yuan Yuan boundary.

  "The starting price is 2,500 yuan per stone, and each bid increase must be at least 100 yuan. Let the auction begin!"

  Guan Canghai took a deep breath and mentioned the price of the young beast's roots.

  Everyone looked up with anticipation, the hall was quiet, they all understood that only a few major forces had the strength to compete for this beast, and ordinary forces didn't have enough resources to cultivate even if they got it.

  So, its value is absolutely above Gu Yun Jian's, of course, it's just a comparison.

  "Three thousand!"

  Luó Xíngyún's face was gloomy and he said without hesitation.

  "Three thousand two!"

  Kitano Takeshi also increased his price.

  "Three thousand five!"

  "Four thousand!"

  Originally there were seven or eight forces competing, but by the time it reached 5,500, only two families, Luo Fang City and Bei Ye City, were left to contend for it.

  The two families were evenly matched in strength and financial resources, and both showed a determination to win the young Iron Wolf.

  "Hehe, 6,000 yuan for a low-quality stone, if Brother Beiye raises the price again, I'm out!"

  Luó Xíngyún laughed without any regard for his identity, but the fine beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

  After a long time, Kitano Takeshi did not make another sound, apparently having reached his limit.

  Guan Canghai's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say a word. The two major forces were not easy to provoke, unless the sect sent out a strong expert.

  "Is this iron wolf...?"

  Luó Xíngyún finally let out a sigh of relief, but before he could finish speaking, the smile froze on his face and turned into furious anger.