For now, the value of this copper coin depended on the financial strength of the wealthy people present. Thus, on the first bid, You Baifeng raised it to a price ordinary people could never hope to reach.
Yang Feifan did not think too much about it. Instead, he charged into the classroom. He was now glad Ding Xuan had kept her eyes closed earlier. If she had seen those foreigners holding daggers, her emotions would definitely have spiraled out of control, making it even harder for her to emerge from the shadows.
The ascenders nearby were also looking at the man inside the black hall in the distance with reverence.
As for whether everyone would start fighting over it after succeeding, Ji Gu had already made plans—he would do everything possible to prevent that from happening.
Yang Feifan's calm, handsome face was reflected in Zhao Wuji's crimson pupils. At that instant, the bitterness in his heart reached its peak.
Zhou Tao hurriedly looked ahead and saw Yun Long coughing up bloody foam in midair as he pulled out a crystal stone.
"Brother Ye's talent is truly unprecedented. Even after embarking on the ultimate path, he can still become a saint through his physical body." Sikong Hanhai wore an expression of deep admiration.
The moment Mi Huang said those words, the atmosphere in the room became strange.
Wang Xiang had clearly noticed those looks, even sensing the contempt in some of them. Unable to save face any longer, he became enraged from humiliation.
Gu Fan solemnly instructed Xie Ling to do this and that, keeping her busy for a full ten minutes before finally finishing.
After becoming an alchemist, Long Yan opened a shop in Bo City and lived in seclusion. These had been the most comfortable days of Long Yan's