105: Chapter 105 A Complete Sucker

“Since you don’t need it, why are you still bidding?” Fire Qingrou was even more confused.

Could it be that Senior Brother’s Spirit Stones were so plentiful he had nowhere to store them?

“Hehe, you’ll know in a moment,” Zhang Bufan said with a triumphant smile, offering no explanation.

“Hmph, if you don’t want to say, then don’t.” Fire Qingrou turned her head away, then suddenly remembered something and turned her head back, saying faintly, “Senior Brother, if you’re bidding for this Wang Rank Martial Skill for me, there’s no need.

What I need is a massive amount of Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills; a single one, no matter how high its Rank, won’t be of much use to me.”

“I know, I’m not bidding for this Martial Skill to give to you,” Zhang Bufan replied.

Fire Qingrou couldn’t understand, and Senior Brother wouldn’t say why, so she angrily turned her head away again.

Xiao Qian waited for a few seconds, and seeing that no one else was bidding, she glanced at Di Zi No. 88 Private Room, then slowly raised the auction hammer in her hand and said loudly, “Di Zi No. 88 Private Room bids one hundred million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!

Is there any higher bid?”

Now, there was complete silence; no one was participating in the bidding.

“Haha, thank you all for yielding.

I thank you all in advance.” A hearty laugh immediately came from Di Zi No. 88 Private Room.

Xiao Qian waited for a few more seconds, and seeing that there was still no bidding, she said loudly, “One hundred million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, going once!”

“One hundred million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, going twice!”

“One hundred million…”

“I bid one hundred and three million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

Just then, a familiar voice came from Di Zi No. 7 Private Room.

The people below all looked towards Di Zi No. 7 Private Room, their faces showing strange expressions.

“Holy crap.

Qin Haotian from Di Zi No. 7 Private Room has made a move.”

“Yes, it’s estimated that he doesn’t want the person in Di Zi No. 88 Private Room to easily obtain this Wang Rank Martial Skill.”

“Hehe, now there’s a good show to watch!”

“Hmph, it’s best to drive the price up, even if they get it, they’ll bleed heavily.”

The person who had just participated in the bidding snorted coldly.

Tian Zi No. 1 Private Room.

Xiao Ling said indignantly, “Hmph, this Qin Haotian is really not a good person.

He doesn’t even need a Wang Rank Martial Skill; isn’t he deliberately causing trouble?”

“Hehe!” Nangong Yuyan chuckled softly, “Xiao Ling, can’t you tell?”

“Tell what?” Xiao Ling asked, puzzled.

“Nothing, you’ll know in a moment.” Nangong Yuyan smiled, with no intention of explaining.

In Di Zi No. 7 Private Room, Qin Haotian’s face showed a joyful smile as he muttered to himself, “As expected, he’s a wild kid from a remote area.

You really want this Wang Rank Martial Skill, don’t you?

That makes me even more determined not to let you have it.”

“Senior Brother Qin, brilliant!

Using his own methods against him.” A Disciple of Lingxiao Sect gave Qin Haotian a thumbs up.

Li Tianyao merely glanced at Qin Haotian, saying nothing.

“Senior Brother Qin, this move of yours is good, but what if that kid suddenly doesn’t want it anymore?

Wouldn’t you suffer a great loss?” A Disciple of Lingxiao Sect next to Qin Haotian said.

“Don’t worry, that kid is from a remote area and has never seen a Wang Rank Martial Skill in his life; he definitely won’t give up.” Qin Haotian clearly had Zhang Bufan figured out, looking confident.

As if to confirm Qin Haotian’s thoughts, just as he finished speaking, Zhang Bufan bid again, “One hundred and ten million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

Qin Haotian’s smile grew even wider; almost immediately after Zhang Bufan, he bid again, “One hundred and thirteen million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!”

In Di Zi No. 88 Private Room, Fire Qingrou looked at Zhang Bufan’s smile and seemed to understand something, saying, “Senior Brother, are you trying to trick that scoundrel again?”

Zhang Bufan just smiled and didn’t answer her, instead, he announced his price again, “One hundred and thirty million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

Zhang Bufan’s bidding tone was very firm, as if he wouldn’t stop until he achieved his goal.

“Hehe, you just made me pay double the price for the blood qi fruit; I’ll make you pay double too.” Qin Haotian sneered inwardly, then he deliberately hesitated for a moment before announcing his price, “One hundred and thirty-three million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

His bidding tone was a bit hesitant, as if he really wanted it but also felt very pained.

In fact, he was just pretending, his main goal was to mislead Zhang Bufan.

But how could his petty trick escape Zhang Bufan’s eyes?

With an Aura of recklessness, Zhang Bufan bid again, “One hundred and fifty million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

This time, Qin Haotian deliberately waited longer before hesitantly saying, “One hundred and fifty-three million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

“Damn it, is it a competition of who has more Spirit Stones!” A vulgarity suddenly burst from Di Zi No. 88 Private Room, followed by a bid, “One hundred and sixty million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

“Hehe, you’re still too green to fight with me.” Qin Haotian felt incredibly pleased, his lips almost reaching his ears, and he almost immediately increased his bid again, “One hundred and sixty-three million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.”

He only added three million each time, mimicking Zhang Bufan’s earlier actions, with a simple goal: to annoy Zhang Bufan.

However, after Qin Haotian announced his price, Di Zi No. 88 Private Room fell silent.

Zhang Bufan leaned comfortably on the sofa, a smug look on his face.

“Senior Brother, you’re not bidding anymore?” Fire Qingrou glanced at Zhang Bufan’s mischievous look and asked.

“No more.

Know when to quit, otherwise, it’ll really be stuck in my own hands.” Zhang Bufan shook his head.

Fire Qingrou stuck out her tongue, silently mourning for Qin Haotian for a few seconds.

Becoming an enemy of Senior Brother, that kid truly had eight lifetimes of bad luck; being tricked twice in a row, she wondered if that kid would just spit three liters of blood later.

After Qin Haotian announced his price, he had been waiting for Zhang Bufan to bid.

He had already decided that the next time Zhang Bufan bid, he wouldn’t follow.

But he waited for a while and didn’t see Zhang Bufan bid again.

The smile on his face instantly froze, and a bad feeling arose spontaneously.

“Alas, I know my financial resources are limited, so I won’t compete with Young Master Qin.”

Just then, Zhang Bufan’s slightly unwilling voice came from Di Zi No. 88 Private Room, only the words “Young Master Qin” were pronounced with emphasis.

Qin Haotian trembled all over, his face turning somewhat pale, and he hurriedly said, “This is already my final price.

If you bid one more time, I won’t follow.”

“No, no.

To spend double the price for a Wang Rank Martial Skill, I’m not that kind of fool.” Zhang Bufan said faintly, only in his tone, no matter how one listened, there was some sarcasm and ridicule.

Xiao Qian tried her best to hold back her laughter, then raised the auction hammer in her hand.

After repeating three times, she brought the hammer down heavily, “Congratulations to the esteemed guest in Di Zi No. 7 Private Room for winning this Wang Rank Martial Skill with one hundred and sixty-three million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!”

The sound of the auction hammer striking seemed to possess a kind of magic, causing Qin Haotian’s heart to shake violently, and then his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of fresh blood directly sprayed out.

“Pfft!”