Chapter 71: Murong Fu, Put Down the Beef Noodles for Me (Second Update)

"Too bullying!"

Below the stage, the crowd of Wulin figures watched the Xixia Hall of Heroes acting so arrogantly and were immediately displeased.

"Foreigners surely have ulterior motives; how can we let ourselves be outdone!"

Among the crowd of Wulin figures, someone said indignantly.

Then, one gaze after another turned over, as if looking at an idiot.

Does this even need to be said?

If you aren't happy with it, bid yourself!

The key is, can you afford it?

Everyone thought to themselves, then ignored this person.

This is 100,000 taels of silver, not a small amount.

Even among the many Wulin sects present, only a few can take it out.

"Prince, should we...?"

Before the crowd, at the location of the Duan family of Dali, someone was whispering a question.

But Duan Zhengchun in front shook his head.

A bowl of egg fried rice is nothing to fear.

The bowl of beef noodles behind it is what can be called terrifying.

Thirty years of pure internal cultivation; if it were taken by foreigners, that would be a real headache.

For a moment, as the crowd fell silent, Xuanji glanced at the people from the Xixia Hall of Heroes and then confirmed it.

"Good, the first auction item is confirmed, won by the Xixia Hall of Heroes!"

Xuanji did not have much worry about the egg fried rice being won by foreigners.

The other party only obtained a bowl of egg fried rice; as long as his Shaolin is here, everything is not a problem.

"Next is the second auction item, beef noodles!"

With the first one finished, Xuanji took the opportunity to start the second.

Unlike the first item, the egg fried rice, the second item, the beef noodles, fell into silence as soon as it started.

Thirty years of internal cultivation—everyone wants it.

Moreover, the egg fried rice before was already 100,000 taels of silver; these beef noodles will definitely only be more expensive.

Many Wulin people, with empty pockets, were already preparing to use more direct methods later.

Can't beat these Shaolin bald donkeys, but can't they beat the people who won the auction?

"Hehe, since no one is bidding, then my Xixia Hall of Heroes bids 200,000 taels of silver!"

The person from the Xixia Hall of Heroes who had already won the egg fried rice sneered, seeing no one bid.

But just as their words fell, they saw the Duan family of Dali, who had not yet made a move, bid directly.

"300,000 taels of silver!"

Once the bid was made, the terrifying price made everyone gasp.

Someone really bid 300,000 taels.

"Why, does the Duan family of Dali also want to compete with my Xixia?"

Seeing that the bidder was the Duan family of Dali, the person from the Xixia Hall of Heroes could not help but restrain themselves a bit.

"It is merely fair competition!"

Duan Zhengchun raised his hand; his words were as gentle as a spring breeze, but his attitude was unyielding.

This made the people from the Xixia Hall of Heroes feel a headache.

Raising the price further would not be worth it.

"For this item, my Murong clan bids 100,000 taels, plus a thousand-year Tianshan snow lotus!"

Just as Xixia was hesitating, Murong Fu on the other side spoke up directly.

Ever since he was defeated by Duan Yu last time, his reputation had been greatly damaged.

This time, he would win these beef noodles no matter what.

For this, he would not regret even if it meant bankruptcy.

"Young Master, you...!"

Seeing that Murong Fu had even taken out the family's heirloom snow lotus, Bao Butong did not know how to persuade him.

This is a desperate gamble!

And at the Shaolin Temple, Abbot Xuanci's eyes lit up when he heard about the thousand-year snow lotus.

Compared to 300,000 taels of silver, he wanted this Tianshan snow lotus more.

Involuntarily, Abbot Xuanci directly transmitted his voice to Xuanji.

And on the stage, hearing Xuanci's transmission, Xuanji also had an idea.

"Very good, now Young Master Murong has the highest bid, is there anyone else?"

Once the words were out, everyone was stunned.

Apparently, they did not expect that a thousand-year snow lotus could be worth 200,000 taels of silver.

This left the crowd of Wulin figures a bit dumbfounded.

Is Shaolin crazy?

A thousand-year snow lotus is indeed rare.

But it shouldn't be worth 200,000 taels of silver.

However, since Shaolin had spoken, it was not easy for everyone to say anything more.

Seeing Murong Fu bid so high, many people gave up directly.

Such a price is only something the Duan family of Dali or the Xixia Hall of Heroes could afford.

That they didn't bid was clearly because they were eyeing Murong Fu.

On the stage, Xuanji waited a while seeing no one bid, and then confirmed it.

"Good, the second auction item is won by Young Master Murong!"

Two auction items, both bought by others.

At the Shaolin Temple, Xuanci silently calculated.

This time, his profit was simply a huge windfall.

Even the most expensive beef noodles were only 500 taels of silver.

With this turnaround, he had multiplied it two thousand times.

Plus a thousand-year snow lotus, could anything be more satisfying than this?

On the stage, the auction ended.

The people from the Xixia Hall of Heroes and Murong Fu's group went up to the stage.

The people from the Xixia Hall of Heroes directly moved up several large chests, all filled with silver ingots, worth 100,000 taels of silver.

And on Murong Fu's side, it was also a chest of gold, silver, and jade ornaments, worth 100,000 taels of silver.

For this auction, it could be said that Murong Fu had gone bankrupt.

And behind the chest, a thousand-year snow lotus was also sent over.

Carefully taking the thousand-year snow lotus, Xuanji directly handed the beef noodles to Murong Fu.

Compared to the beef noodles and these gold and silver items, this thousand-year snow lotus was more important.

He cared for it carefully, then handed it into the hands of Abbot Xuanci.

"Go!"

Abbot Xuanci glanced outside, then gave a soft shout and left directly with the gold, silver, and the snow lotus.

In a flash, he ran back inside the Shanmen and closed the door directly.

"Bang!"

The Shaolin Temple Shanmen gate closed, and a muffled sound echoed around the stage.

Seeing such a scene, Murong Fu was completely dumbfounded.

"Not good, Young Master, eat the noodles quickly!"

At this moment, Bao Butong, who had followed up, exclaimed.

Below the stage, those Wulin figures who couldn't afford the price swarmed up.

"Grab it! If I grab the beef noodles, I will be the strongest in the Wulin!"

"Die! The beef noodles are mine!"

"Those who block me die! Murong Fu, hand over the beef noodles quickly!"

"............"

Angry shouts rang out, and one figure after another rushed directly toward the stage.

And at this very moment, on the stage, Murong Fu's heart was completely bewildered.

Shaolin bald donkeys, do you have any sense of contract?

You should have at least waited for him to finish the beef noodles before leaving!

And, are these people blind?

I am Murong Fu of "North Qiaofeng, South Murong"!

You ignore the egg fried rice and all come to rob me?

Does he think that I, Murong Fu, am easy to bully?

Thinking this to himself, Murong Fu fled while holding a bowl of beef noodles and eating them in large mouthfuls.

Such a sight immediately enraged the crowd.

Murong Fu, put down that bowl of beef noodles, damn you!