The Super Universe Leveling Game

"What do you want?" Dongfang Qingyu grabbed the blanket to cover his body and looked at the disheveled Wang Feiyan in horror.    

"There's something good, do you want it?" Wang Feiyan said unhappily. How could she not see that Dongfang Qingyu was purposely putting on an act?    

"I... I would rather die than obey," Dongfang Qingyu said weakly.    

"There's a heaven-defying item in the game that is comparable to an Emperor Weapon. Do you want it?" Wang Feiyan asked.    

"What is it?" Dongfang Qingyu instantly sat up straight.    

"Get online and tell me." Wang Feiyan looked anxious.    

Dongfang Qingyu knew that Wang Feiyan did not dare to joke with him. Without even putting on his clothes, he directly jumped into the game capsule. Wang Feiyan also quickly returned to the next room and went online.    

The Soul Summoning Flag was an item left behind from ancient times. It was extremely evil and used to absorb the souls of humans to increase its power. When the Soul Summoning Flag absorbed enough souls, its power could be comparable to an Emperor Weapon.    

The player Panda accidentally obtained the Soul Summoning Flag and was ready to sell it. It was being sold in the Happy Inn. Wang Feiyan immediately went offline to call Dongfang Qingyu. After going offline, they did not delay for more than ten minutes. When the two of them arrived at the Happy Inn, there were already more than twenty people sitting in the lobby on the first floor.    

Big Ma Monkey, the Dancing C驴, the Tiger Skin Green Pepper, the famous alchemist, the Bronze Monk of Shaolin, the two tigers, the Harmonious Bond, Taishan Fengshan, Death Scythe, Shengshi Gaotang... They were either big bosses or top experts. When they saw Dongfang Qingyu, their faces darkened.    

Those who knew him nodded at Dongfang Qingyu as a greeting. Those who were not familiar with him looked at him and Wang Feiyan indifferently as they sat down in the empty seat.    

The auction had yet to begin, but there were still players rushing over from behind. Massacre 01, Godly Lamp Addo, Zuo Shouchijian... When the billionaire with a coffin walked in, everyone frowned. It was so late at night, and seeing a coffin was a bit unlucky.    

After not seeing him for a while, the billionaire had changed a lot. His entire face was green and purple, and he looked extremely unhealthy. He was extremely thin, and his cheekbones were sharp. However, his eyes were sharp, and he gave off a terrifying aura. Tang Waner and the billionaire were together. Tang Waner was dressed in a light blue dress, like a lonely orchid in the valley, sexy and charming.    

The two of them stood together, and no matter from which angle they looked at it, they did not match. However, the two of them had been together for a few years. The billionaire's blade-like gaze swept across the entire audience, stopping on Dongfang Qingyu for a few seconds. He snorted lightly and found an empty seat in another corner to sit down.    

"I'm not late, right? It's so late in the middle of the night..." Just as the billionaire finished his preparations, a few other young players with extraordinary bearing came in. The leader was Huang Jianren. There was no sign of the Weakness on his face, and his face was bright red. He was in high spirits.    

Huang Jianren's smile froze when his gaze swept across Dongfang Qingyu. His face twitched twice, and his footsteps became heavy.    

"What is it?" A little ant came late. When he saw a group of people blocking the entrance, he immediately scolded. In his dictionary, there was no word 'humbleness'.    

If it was any other time, Huang Jianren might have retorted a few words, but after seeing Dongfang Qingyu, he no longer had the mood to do so. He quickened his pace and found an empty seat to sit down. A little ant did not expect so many people to come, and his heart immediately turned cold. With so many people, the probability of him obtaining the Soul Summoning Flag was low.    

The Panda didn't let everyone wait for long. When the hall on the first floor was almost full, he walked down from upstairs. The Panda lit his cigarette at 34 years old. He looked even older than someone in his forties. The vicissitude in his eyes showed that he had experienced life.    

With so many big shots and great gods, Panda lit his cigarette a little nervously, but when he thought about the money that was about to be his, he was very excited. He said in Mandarin with a Sichuan accent, "I don't have any other requests, and I don't target anyone. I just want money. Whoever gives me more money, I'll sell it to him."    

"Cut the crap and look at the goods first," Bronze Monk of Shaolin said.    

The Panda lit his cigarette. He didn't know if he was afraid or honest, but he didn't refuse. He went back upstairs and took out a piece of property. It was covered by a black cloth. When the black cloth was lifted, everyone felt a wave of cold air rushing towards them. The temperature in the air dropped by more than ten degrees. What was even more shocking was that red damage figures floated above everyone's heads.    

-10-10-10...    

-58-58-58...    

-221-221-221...    

...    

Everyone received different amounts of damage. The lowest was Dongfang Qingyu, with a damage value of 2. The highest was Panda Smoke himself, with a damage value of 5,000+ per second. Therefore, he only had three seconds to cover the black cloth. He didn't care if everyone could see it clearly or not. He quickly covered it again and took out the Red Drug, drinking two bottles in a row.    

In just three seconds, his face had already changed. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, without a trace of blood. Everyone present was a big shot, and they were all experienced and knowledgeable. However, at this moment, they were all shocked.    

Terrifying!    

Dongfang Qingyu had made the right choice in coming here. The Soul Summoning Flag was indeed a heaven-defying item. He could feel a trace of the aura of an Emperor Weapon. Why did Panda Smoke take the Soul Summoning Flag from upstairs instead of from the space equipment? Because the Soul Summoning Flag was too high in level, and space equipment could not hold it.    

He was someone who had obtained an Emperor Weapon, so he was very clear about this.    

"Why is it broken?" Bronze Monk of Shaolin was a little surprised and a little dissatisfied.    

Three seconds was very short, but everyone present was an expert. One second was enough for them to see many things clearly. In three seconds, everyone present had already seen the Soul Summoning Flag from top to bottom clearly.    

The Soul Summoning Flag was like an umbrella, consisting of two parts. The pole and the banner cloth. The pole of the Soul Summoning Flag that Panda Smoke took out was broken, leaving only two-thirds of it. The banner cloth was tattered, as if it had been bitten by a dog. This kind of thing was most suitable to appear in a dump.    

"When I got it, it was like this." Panda lit a cigarette and revealed a trace of apology, "I got the Soul Summoning Flag an hour ago. I don't know much about the Soul Summoning Flag, so if anyone has any questions, I won't be able to answer them."    

"It's a bit lousy, but it's still a good thing. Let's begin." A small ant could not wait.    

"10 million RMB." The first to speak was the billionaire. Although he looked like a ghost, he was definitely the fifth in the world. He had 30 billion RMB as his base.    

"50 million." The representative from the Divine Pavilion shouted, thinking that it was a beautiful woman.    

"100 million!" Huang Jianren shouted.    

The three bids were all exaggerated. It was not only because everyone knew what they were doing, but also because everyone had a lot of money. The Bronze Monk of Shaolin frowned. The price was so high that he was a little surprised, but he did not want to miss out on the Soul Summoning Flag. He shouted, "100 million."    

"150 million!" The representative from the "Polar Bear" shouted.    

"180 million!" The 40 Thieves were expressionless. The price was rising too quickly. Was everyone's money coming from the wind?    

"300 million!" Huang Jianren's voice was a little sharp. The attitude of everyone present made him feel uneasy.    

"350 million!" The face of the billionaire was ugly. It was the second time he shouted, and it was 35 times higher. This made him realize that it was very difficult to get the Soul Summoning Flag. None of the people present were easy to mess with.    

"400 million!" Huang Jianren also steeled his heart. He knew that if he didn't take out his true ability today, he would only be wasting his time.    

"500 million!" The female representative of the Divine Fragrance Pavilion shouted. It had to be said that the Divine God Pavilion never lacked money, and they were very generous.    

The expressions of the people like the donkey riding on the stage, the Godly Lamp Addo, Zuo Shouchijian, and the others were both innocent and helpless. They had already lost their right to compete with these big shots. They could only be cannon fodder. The happiest was Panda Smoke. The more intense the competition, the greater the profits, and the happiest was still to come.    

500 million was not the end. The price continued to soar. Although the strength was small, it steadily increased. In the end, it slowed down when it reached 800 million. It was also at this time that Wang Feiyan, who had been quietly watching, opened her mouth.    

"One billion RMB!"    

As soon as she said that, the entire audience fell silent.    

Chapter 18 - The Greatest of All