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It was a staff that looked simple on the surface, and the whole body was made of some kind of branches. The first impression was that this staff was alive. According to the auctioneer, this staff was refined from the branches of the Tree of Life. It was the one that was once a person who had passed away for a long time.

This staff can be said to be the favorite of wood-type mages, and its temptation to wood-type mages is fatal.

The Tree of Life is said to be the foundation of the elves' kingdom. The beautiful and elegant elves are all born sharpshooters and magicians. Anyway, no matter what they are, as long as they can be related to the elves, their value will definitely increase by several times, or even dozens of times.

Wu Huang knew that there are really strange races like elves, dwarves, orcs in this world. Sometimes when you go to the slave market, you can see the faces of these races. However, the price of the elves is more than dozens of times that of other races.

Such a staff that can be related to the elves has a terrifying level of 50 million gold coins.

With Wu Huang's current wealth, he didn't even dare to think about it. Of course, it was useless for him to buy it. He was a wind-type magician.

As soon as the bottom level opened, more people went to the price increase. Of course, all the people who raised the price were VIP guests upstairs in the VIP room, and all the people downstairs were viewers.

After a while, the price of this staff soared from 50 million gold coins to 100 million gold coins.

Just as the price was about to rise, an unquestionable voice sounded from a VIP room upstairs, "110 million gold coins, friends, give me Ao Tuo a face, don't fight for it anymore!"

Hearing this voice, Wu Huang discovered that those who had ideas immediately sat down in a proper manner.

Wu Huang looked at the private room that made a sound strangely and whispered: "Who is that person? Such a great face? Could it be a royal relative!?"

"No! He is from the Xiji Temple!" Wan Jiang Yiyi shook her head and said.

The Temple of the Western Ji!?

This is the second time Wu Huang has heard this name. The first time was to pass the Qinglan Magic Academy. At that time, Yin Duhan and others even labeled him as a believer of the evil gods and wanted to cure him. Now that he heard this name again, when everyone seemed to be angry but not speaking, Wu Huang became more and more disgusted with the Western Ji Temple. This is too domineering!

He whispered to Wan Jiang Yiyi, and said, "Who is this person from the Xiji Temple? This is the imperial capital of the Bauhinia Empire. Do we, the people of the Daughter of the Bauhinia Empire still need to be afraid of the people from the Xiji Temple?"

"It would be fine if it was someone else, but this person... he is the younger brother of Aosi, the first master of the young generation of the Western Ji Temple. Aosi is the captain of the First Guardian Team of the Temple, and is also a high disciple of the Pope, and is known as a saint. It is said that he has reached the level of the Sword Sect. Some people have concluded that he will become one of the four great saints of the younger generation within ten years. His fame is as famous as the Three Little Saints. If it weren't for him being a man, he would probably not be the Three Little Saints, but the Four Little Saints. His younger brother Ao Tuo came to the Holy Academy last year, but many people think that his purpose of coming to the Holy Academy was impure, and he came for the Xiaoqin Saint. In the Holy Academy, and even the entire imperial capital, few people would offend him. Even the Pavilion Master chose the closed disciples, and there were rumors that it was specially set for him."

The Pavilion Master is the dean of the Holy Academy. Few people remember his name. They only know that there is a Tianshui Pavilion on the top of the mountain behind the Holy Academy. The owner of the Tianshui Pavilion is the dean of the Holy Academy. The name of the Pavilion Master is famous all over the world, but few people mention his real name. When it comes to the real name, it is disrespectful to him.

As for the Three Little Saints, Wu Huang, who has long learned that they are not Saint-level powerhouses, but are among the best among the younger generation and have profound attainments in all fields. Therefore, the people in the world call them the Three Little Saints.

For example, the Xiaoqin Saint in the Holy Academy is in one of the "qin" paths. The sonic magic emitted by the sound of the piano is even more unpredictable. It is called the "Xiaoqin Saint". The other two are the saints of the Xiji Temple. What she learned is light-based magic. She has a unique way of purifying magic of light-based magic and is called the "Saint of Light".

The last one is more alternative, which is what Wu Huang thinks. Because this little saint is the saint of the Temple of the Scourge, which is opposite to the Temple of the Western Ji, but what she is good at is actually healing. Moreover, what she does has always been to rescue the poor people who suffer in the mainland, and to use the healing technique she is best at treating countless refugees. The saint of the Temple of the Scourge, which is regarded by the world as the temple of the Evil God, is the longest healing technique. I have to say that this is an irony!

Compared with the "Saint of Light" in the Western Ji Temple, Wu Huang felt that it was the "Saint of Healing" in the Temple of the Natural Disasters that made him feel extremely cute.

Wu Huang shook his head and said, "I think this rumor is not very true! If the Pavilion Master really wants to choose him as a disciple, there is no need to be such a problem. Do gods like the Pavilion Master who can be said to be the pillar of the empire still need to do fake actions?"

"Fake action!? What does it mean?" Mr. Kang Ding, who was standing beside him, interrupted.

"Literally!" Wu Huang replied.

When the auction of the last item was over and everyone was about to get up, the auctioneer stopped everyone and said that there was another item that was temporarily auctioned.

So everyone sat down again, but when the auctioneer asked someone to push out the items, Wu Huang almost couldn't sit still.

It was an egg, an egg the size of a fist. According to the auctioneer, this egg was an unknown dragon egg because the dragon power emitted by this egg could not be fake. All appraisers have identified that the pressure was indeed a dragon power. However, the life fluctuations in this dragon egg were too weak, so weak that they could hardly be perceived. Therefore, the auctioneer added another sentence, this dragon egg may have been injured.

Although you can't do business so honestly, many of the people here are not fools, but nobles with status and status. If you don't say such obvious things, it will damage the reputation of the auction house and will be despised.

Moreover, the dragon egg, no matter which kind of dragon egg, cannot be so small, the smallest one is at least ten times that big. It can only be said that this is an unknown dragon species today, either a sub-dragon species, or buried in deep soil for too long to hatch, and now it is about to turn into a fossil.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling incredible, but not many people took action, because this dragon egg, which seemed to be about to be petrified, was very powerful, but the faint life fluctuation indicated that this dragon egg might be an unhatchable dragon egg. Why buy it for an unhatchable dragon egg?

The reason why Wu Huang was moved by this was because the dragon-harming true energy in his body was ready to move for this small dragon egg, as if it was a very sensation. This strange feeling was a hundred times stronger than when facing the big dark horse with the blood of the black dragon.

So, when no one spoke for a long time, Wu Huang suppressed his excitement and shouted "500,000". Because there are so many levels of the bottom.

If it is a normal dragon egg, it is impossible to start without a 10 million yuan. It is just ten times smaller, and the price can be reduced by twenty times.

When Wu Huang spoke, everyone turned to him and looked at him with a strange look. The auctioneer on the stage urged him, "Is there anything higher than 500,000... It can be predicted that this is a dragon egg. Although it is very small, the dragon power on it cannot deceive people..."

"One million!" I don't know who it was, but after waiting for a long time, it only added 500,000 when the auctioneer was about to call 'three times'.

Wu Huang frowned and suppressed the urge to increase the price immediately. When the auctioneer was about to hit the third hammer, he added another 100,000 yuan.

After a long time, everyone felt it was a little unbearable, and someone increased the price by 900,000 yuan.

Wu Huang cursed him in his heart! But he pretended not to behave on the surface. Only Master Kangding and Wan Jiang Yiyi and others who were sitting next to him understood that Wu Huang's hands were rubbing each other, looking a little excited and nervous.

But they didn't understand that Wu Huang might be injured when buying one, but he didn't know if it was the dragon egg's egg. Why did he go back?

After a long time, Wu Huang added another 100,000. Then he secretly prayed in his heart, numb! Can you stop making trouble?

I don’t know if it was his prayer or his secretly cursed word, but no one robbed him this time. So Wu Huang won the last auction item for 2.1 million yuan.

After the auction ended, Wu Huang happily and entangledly carried the auction items home, while Wan Jiang Yiyi and Kang Ding next to him looked confused.

Should I cook it or hatch it? This is really a difficult question!

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