How could Wu Jianfeng fail to see what Deng Yu was thinking? He clearly wanted neither to let Qin Hao win the Crimson Spirit Horn nor to spend his own battle merit bidding for it.
After all...
The Crimson Spirit Horn might barely be of use to a Heaven and Earth True God, though its effects would be poor...
But for Eternal True Gods like them, it was truly and utterly useless.
Although the price was only fourteen hundred battle merit at present, even a mosquito had meat on it. No one would complain about having too much battle merit, much less squander it.
"Fifteen hundred battle merit."
Qin Hao had not given up. His voice rang out again.
Hearing Qin Hao's bid, Deng Yu's lips curved slightly. He looked at Wu Jianfeng again and said coolly, "What, can't you contribute anything? Qin Hao has already bid. Now it's your turn."
"What a clever ploy, Brother Deng. You don't want to spend money on the Crimson Spirit Horn yourself, so you're trying to shove it onto me. Sorry, but that Crimson Spirit Horn is useless to me. I won't bid."
Wu Jianfeng sneered, meeting him head-on.
Deng Yu frowned. He could also see that Wu Jianfeng clearly had no intention whatsoever of joining the bidding. Now Qin Hao had raised the price again, but if he followed suit...
If Qin Hao stopped bidding, he would suffer a considerable loss.
He would spend over a thousand battle merit on something useless.
Although both of them had previously speculated whether Qin Hao was bidding for the Crimson Spirit Horn to use it as a catalyst for the ten-thousand-year ice lotus, they both knew...
The two had no connection. At least, neither of them could use the Crimson Spirit Horn as a medicinal