"Hmph, so what if it's your Ghost Axe Palace? My Young Master True Dragon will take the thirty million!"

A haughty voice sounded out, carrying a trace of faint panting, as if it was suppressing something. It was the voice of the Young Master True Dragon.

"Are they from the Xiao Long w.a.n.g Jia Village? Hmph, if your brother Young Master True Dragon was here, I can still pay a bit more attention. With just you, a mere little Young Master True Dragon, what does it matter! "

The people from the Ghost Axe Palace continued to send a sound transmission to him.

"40 million!"

The auction was about to reach a peak. Usually, 50 million was a peak.

"Ghost Axe Palace, you are courting death …" Fifty million! "

"Rumor has it that this Young Master True Dragon possesses the bloodline of a dragon. Although I don't know if it's true or false, there's another rumor about this Young Master True Dragon that's true. The other party is indeed as arrogant as the rumors say!"

Obviously, the arrogant tone of the Young Master True Dragon, had caught everyone's attention.

His father, the Eight-armed Dragon King, is even more powerful. The power of the entire Xiao Long w.a.n.g Jia Village is not inferior to that of the Ghost Axe Palace.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice sounded from the private room.

"Humph, little bug, laozi doesn't want to fight with you anymore, go fight with someone else!"

Someone from the Ghost Axe Palace transmitted his voice.

"d.a.m.n it!"

Young Master True Dragon's face changed as he looked towards the private room that the voice came from:

"80 million!"

In a private room.

The group of people also sat down.

One of them, a middle-aged man, was slowly sipping his tea. His face was calm and indifferent, as if he was above the mortal world and above everything else.

"Palace Chief, although our Earth Fiend Manor is rich, we shouldn't look down on them like this. That Phantom Hand of Soldier's skills, it doesn't seem like we're interested in it, right?"

"Hehe …" It doesn't matter. I'm just a little tired of looking at a Xiao Long w.a.n.g Jia Village. Do you think that you are a real dragon just because you have the blood of a little dragon? No need to worry, I believe that he wasn't the only one who had his eyes on that Ghost Hand Jade Plate. "

"What if no one takes a fancy to him?"

"I'll just take it as a joke then …"

The middle-aged man spoke with a calm tone, as if the person who had just called out eighty million wasn't him. As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on the old man's face.

Young Master True Dragon's face was currently warped.

The reason why he came to the Skyline Pavilion to auction items this time was not because of the Ghost Hand Jade Plate, but because of something else.

"Ninety million …"

But at this moment, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and roared again.

"One hundred million!"

In the room that Qin Feng was in, the beautiful female servant had already opened her mouth. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared at the ordinary-looking young man in front of her.

Because the one hundred million from earlier was exactly what the youth in front of him had called out …