Fighting the Supreme Realm

"Haha, brother Xiao Yan is still as courageous as ever." Qing Haoran sat on the chair and clapped his hands and laughed. He knew that this little money was really nothing to Xiao Yan.

"This price is not outrageous, but it is definitely the limit. These ten belong to my brother. Since my brother has already taken action, it will be my turn soon." Zhenni rubbed her forehead with her delicate hands. With her black hair hanging loosely, she muttered to herself, confidently drawing a conclusion for Xiao Yan's round.

The bright red numbers on the screen were still a bit dazzling. Time was passing by quickly. No one took action anymore. However, there were many voices talking: "This guy is really a madman. He called the price so high from the beginning!"

"Let's avoid this lunatic's fierceness first. The high-level Yi-level fighting skills have just started to be auctioned. There are more to come. I don't believe he can auction them all at once."

"Did you take all the photos? I'm afraid I don't have the strength."

"Even if he has that kind of strength, isn't he afraid of causing public outrage? There aren't many good people here. When the time comes...hehe, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear the burden and walk around."

Three minutes were up, and in the end, no one raised the price. As Zhen Ni said, the ten high-level fighting skills fell into Xiao Yan's hands, and a smile suddenly broke out on Xiao Yan's face.

"Congratulations to the friends who won the fighting skills! Let's continue." A smile appeared on the auctioneer's face, and he waved his hand gently, and the fighting skills on the screen were immediately updated.

Looking at everyone's lustful eyes, the auctioneer waited for a new round of bidding with a little pride.

It would be better if it could beat the previous bidder's price this time - the auctioneer thought with great joy.

But one minute passed, two minutes passed, and the numbers on the screen still did not jump. It was as quiet as a virgin, and a little cold sweat began to break out on the auctioneer's forehead.

What's going on? Why is there no one bidding? Could it be that the display was updated incorrectly, and it is not an advanced level fighting skill? The auctioneer's eyes widened and he stared at the screen carefully.

That's right, it's ten levels of advanced fighting skills. How come no one bids for it? The auctioneer suddenly became extremely uneasy and quickly turned around to see what was going on under the stage.

Everyone in the audience stared at the screen, but no one took action. The extreme contrast between the fiery heart and the quiet screen made the entire auction hall fall into silence...;

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