“Who! Who is it? How dare you spoil my plan!” The young man was furious.
He stared in the direction of the bidding. The anger in his eyes seemed to surge and burn the log cabin and the Chyntia inside into ashes.
However, Violet in the cabin was still very calm. He could not see the young man’s eyes at all with the wooden house and the formation. Even if the young man stood in front of him and glared at him ten times more fiercely, Violet would not look up at him.
7,000 Ancient Currency. For Violet, there was really no pressure. The reason why he waited until now to bid was that he thought it was time.
Judging from the reaction of those people just now, 6,000 Ancient Currency is almost what they can bear…
If I add more, I have to consider whether I will be targeted or not…
Violet was not worried about this. Three days later, he would go to the Silkline Sea. Those who wanted to target him had no chance.
“Damn it! Damn it! Why does this guy want to steal the treasure I have already taken a fancy to!” The young man was furious at this time.
He looked at the old servant behind him and pointed in the direction of Violet. “Tell me! Did he do it on purpose?”
Seeing the old servant nod calmly, the young man gritted his teeth and released another breath.
“Eight thousand Ancient Currency!”
In an instant, all the Chyntias in the log cabins gasped.
The others all wanted to know who had bid such a high price. Now, it was no longer according to the rules. Two hundred plus added, but a thousand per time.
It was too exciting. The woman on the stage was also excited.
According to her previous estimate, the final price of this leaf should be between 5,000 to 6,000 Ancient Currency. Now, the price of the auction had greatly exceeded her expectations.
In the wooden house, the young man could not help sweating after shouting the price. He felt that his hands and feet were a little weak and slowly collapsed on another chair.
“That fellow should be convinced. Ha! Fight with me…”
The next moment, the young man’s smile froze on his face.
“Nine thousand ancient currency!”
Another a thousand Ancient Currency rose from afar. It completely surpassed his!
The young man’s aura suddenly converged and became as sharp as a blade. Endless fierce aura poured out from his pores. He seemed to have become a peerless fierce knife, about to rush out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood to kill everything around him.
“I want to kill him!” The young man roared crazily and was about to rush out of the wooden house.
But, the old servant behind him suddenly stepped forward and raised his hand to press on the young man’s shoulder.
“Let go of me!” The young man roared as he turned to glare at the old servant.
“Young Master, let’s wait and see… Your current realm and strength are beyond the reach of a Chyntia at the same level. And I’m slightly stronger than Young Master because of my age. At that time, we just need to pay attention to this person, as long as he leaves Black Furnace City…”
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