"The evil man still needs to be beaten by the evil man. Forget it to anger this old man to death."

Some family old men who were familiar with Liu Sanzhen looked like watching a show.

I talked about it from time to time, and the scene was very happy.

"Old Liu, give it to her."

Just as Liu Sanzhen was about to bid again, Zhang Fan spoke out and stopped him.

"Give it, give it to her?"

Liu Sanzhen thought there was something wrong with his ear, so he stared at Zhang Fan blankly.

"Um!"

Zhang Fan nodded seriously.

"Then, that's OK!"

Liu Sanzhen waved his hand helplessly and could only sit down in shame.

Although Zhang Fan did not explain the reason, Liu Sanzhen was willing to believe his decision.

"Xiaofan, you also know that grandpa is obsessed with medical skills. If you don't contact the things recorded in the Internal Classic of Bian Que, you will never know in your life. Why do you still ask grandpa to give it to that person?"

It’s just tens of millions, but the Liu family can’t afford it.

Even if the three companies jointly win the price by hundreds of millions, it will be harmless.

"Give it to her just to avoid wasting money in vain, it does not mean that she can't get the Bian Que's Internal Classic."

Zhang Fan's mouth raised slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared.

Now it's OK.

Liu Sanying and his group, who had no idea what medicine Zhang Fan sold in the gourd, were even more confused now.

If you don't give money, you can get things.

Is there such a good thing in the world?

Of course, Zhang Fan didn't say anything, and no one asked much.

Because Liu Sanzhen's unfair martial ethics made a stubborn shot, the price of Bian Que's Neijing has exceeded 50 million.

This number is far beyond the budget of too many families and has to choose to give up.

"Old Liu gave up. How about it, should we follow?"

"It's already a sky-high price of 51 million. If you continue to increase the price, it's hard to get it even if it's 60 million."

"Give up!"

While the major families were gloating, they had no choice but to give up.

Bian Que’s inner classics have no chance of being with them.

"Congratulations to the customers in the 27th row of the 16th row, for the price of 51 million yuan, to buy Bian Que's Neijing."

The three hammers of the Dong Ling finally came to the end, and Bian Que's inner classics were taken off the stone pillar, and a staff member was sent to the man in black.

Payment, receipt, and complete in one go.

However, the man in black who had obtained Bian Que's inner classics looked at the location where Liu Sanzhen was once again.

Under the black cloak is a yin and yang face.

The cheek on the left is extremely delicate, like a girl next door with lotus water, while the cheek on the right is grilled with charcoal, with old folds, like a ghost.

"Zhang Fan! You kill my junior brother and take his fortune. I will go down the mountain to take your life."

The woman's cold eyes were looking at Zhang Fan from the beginning, not Liu Sanzhen, and it was still the case at this moment.

As the person involved, Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"When did I have established so many enemies?"

Zhang Fan muttered helplessly in his heart.

On the stage, the auction is still going on.

Dong Ling has begun to display the fourth item today, which is a blue and white jade lord. According to the introduction, it contains a lot of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, which is of great benefit to warriors.

Even Zhang Fan felt a little moved at the first time.

However, when I thought of the fact that there was a divine stone in Baishi Village, I was unmoved.

This blue and white jade lord was eventually shot away by a warrior for only 16 million yuan.

Then there is the fifth lot, the sixth lot, the seventh lot...

Basically, the transaction price of each item fluctuates around 15 million.

"Next is today's ninth lot, the Thousand Years Ginseng King!"

"This is a businessman from Xijiang. He handed over the ginseng king to our auction house. There is no starting price, and you can also increase the price at will."

Dong Ling smiled and slowly raised the stone pillar.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Thousand-Year Ginseng King on the stone pillar.

It has half a basketball-sized ginseng, which makes many people look straight for a moment.

That is the king of ginseng. Whether it is taking medicine or making soup, it only takes a small piece to make it effective.

It is a treasure that is hard to come by.

"One million!"

As soon as Dong Ling finished speaking, someone gave a quote.

"Three million."

Someone will add it immediately.

"Seven million!"

“…”

"One thousand one million!"

However, in less than a minute, the price was raised to 10 million.

"One Thousand Three Millions!"

Someone spoke out again and raised the price by two million again.

And this time the person who made a bid was not someone else, but Mr. Chen.

Just finished speaking.

In the same third row, another middle-aged man said to the price: "One-five million."

The middle-aged man Zhang Fan knew him, who was the head of the Tang family, Tang Wansan.

"One thousand seven million!"

Uncle Chen was not showing any weakness and immediately gave a new price.

"Nine million!"

Immediately afterwards, Tang Wansan added another two million to Mr. Chen.

So much so that before the others had time to increase the price, Chen Bo and Tang Wansan had already rushed to raise the price.

In the three rounds of confrontation, the price directly exceeded 30 million.

"Originally, Uncle Chen came for this thing, but... it was clearly a genetically modified ginseng."

Zhang Fan muttered twice with laughter and cry, and then explained in front of Uncle Chen.

"Fake, fake? Is it fake?"

Uncle Chen looked at Zhang Fan incredibly.

Such a large ginseng is in front of you, even if it doesn’t last for thousands of years, it should be a few hundred years. How could it be fake?

"Son-in-law, this is what the master wants. Are you sure it's fake?"

Uncle Chen asked in a low voice.

"Confirm sure!"

Zhang Fan replied confidently.

Zhang Fan had already discovered that it was fake from the first time the ginseng was placed.

Not only him, but also the truly powerful warriors can find that the thousand-year-old ginseng on the stage is fake.

The real thousand-year-old ginseng absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and grows into the essence of the sun and moon. The power contained in the ginseng is extremely profound.

And the one on the stage has no power at all.

"good!"

Uncle Chen nodded solemnly without saying anything.

A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and pressed the button next to the seat again.

"The highest price my master gave me is 40 million. If you can give me a price of more than 40 million, the thousand-year-old ginseng will belong to you."

As he said that, Uncle Chen looked very regretful.

"Forty million, I also want to compete for the thousand-year-old ginseng?"

Tang Wansan seemed to have heard the big joke and snorted extremely, saying, "It would be a pity that the head of the Gu family would not come here in person."

"Since that's the case, I'll pay 41 million, and this thousand-year-old ginseng will belong to me."

At this moment, Tang Wansan seemed to stand on the championship podium, extremely proud.
Chapter completed!