"One hundred and fifteen thousand for the second time."
"One hundred and fifteen thousand for the third time."
As Qing Feng's hammer struck down with three consecutive shouts, the treasure rod fell into Ye Feng's hands.
At this moment, the people in the other nine rooms glanced toward Ye Feng, unable to see his figure or cultivation due to the formation's barrier.
Yet they were curious about Ye Feng, puzzled as to why someone in a VIP room would choose such a treasure rod.
Could there be something extraordinary within that treasure rod?
As this thought crossed their minds, they began to believe it more and more.
However, they could only sigh softly, for even if there were mysteries in the treasure rod, it was no longer their concern, as it was in Ye Feng's hands.
In the end, all the people in each room could only suppress this matter in their hearts.
Meanwhile, in Ye Feng's room, a stunning young girl walked in.
She was carrying a tray.
