Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil
Chapter 322 - 0282 I Have No Money

Chapter 322: Chapter 0282 I Have No Money

"Hello, Mr. Ye, may I ask, will you be paying by check or card?"

The auctioneer, Yuan Guo, handed the auction item, the Mixed Blood Fruit, to Ye Qingfeng.

At the moment, he also asked a question.

"I have no money!"

Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.

Wow!

As soon as Ye Qingfeng spoke, there was an uproar.

No money?

No money and still dare to bid?

A hundred and fifty million.

That’s a huge sum.

It constitutes a serious disruption to the auction.

The auctioneer Yuan Guo, who initially had a smile on his face, stiffened.

"Mr. Ye, you must be joking!"

Yuan Guo forced a smile.

"I never joke."

Ye Qingfeng’s calm voice echoed throughout the venue.

This time, Ye Qingfeng’s assertive voice.

Immediately caused the entire venue to erupt.

"Mr. Ye, you are disrupting the order of the auction house."

Yuan Guo’s beautiful eyes also carried a hint of anger.

In fact, in her auction career, she had rarely encountered such a situation.

After all, those who could attend the banquet were not ordinary people.

Even if they couldn’t afford the item, disrupting wouldn’t be an option.

"Someone will pay for me."

Ye Qingfeng replied.

However, his words were as much of a joke to everyone as the fifty million bid he made during the auction.

One hundred and fifty million, who has the capability?

Moreover, to pay for someone else?

"This guy is a fraud. He’s in cahoots with Yunduo Company’s Tang Duoduo."

"Yunduo Real Estate Company is in financial trouble."

"They’re just here to show off and attract investment."

Xiao Le suddenly stood up.

Shouted loudly.

Finally found a chance for revenge.

This guy is simply courting death.

"So that’s it, seems like a fraud, thought he was some big shot."

"This mess could land him in jail."

"Isn’t this young man President Qi’s guest? Now, how embarrassing is this?"

The crowd was buzzing.

Even Bao Xuetian was unsure at this moment.

Could he have been mistaken?

This young man wasn’t really a guest of President Qi?

Was he just blending in?

Faking his way into the banquet?

"Our Fan Family can testify that this guy is a rascal..."

Fan Yuze stood up to respond.

This further added credibility.

"Mr. Ye, if you can’t produce the money, you might face huge trouble."

The auctioneer Yuan Guo couldn’t help but remind him.

Her impression of Ye Qingfeng was neither good nor bad.

This sentence was a kind reminder.

"No need for all that, our Fan Family will deal with this trash."

Fan Xing suddenly stood up, walking directly towards Ye Qingfeng.

"Ye Qingfeng, let’s leave quickly!"

"I’ll find a way to pay this money back later."

Tang Duoduo tugged at Ye Qingfeng’s arm.

Her beautiful eyes full of anxiety.

Even if the real estate company had to be sold, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t get into trouble.

"Can’t pay now, and still want to leave?"

Fan Xing said coldly.

Also blocking the two of them.

"Who are you?"

Ye Qingfeng gazed at Fan Xing.

Calmly said.

His expression didn’t change in the slightest.

"The Fan Family member who wants you to kneel and offer the Mixed Blood Fruit?"

Fan Xing spoke arrogantly.

Looking like a lion overlooking its prey.

Extremely domineering, violent, with ferocity.

"Kneel!"

Fan Yuze also echoed on the side, riding on the tiger’s might.

Such a disparity from the previous scene of begging in the bar.

"Get out..."

Ye Qingfeng didn’t bother to spare Fan Xing words.

Directly rebuked.

Surrender the Mixed Blood Fruit?

Even if the entire Fan Family’s martial artists came.

Ye Qingfeng would fight his way through.

If you dare, today I’ll make you a cripple.

Fan Xing didn’t say more.

Suddenly.

Unleashed his full aura.

Unexpectedly he reached the combat power of an Intermediate War Master.

"Crush you, this trash, with one punch."

Fan Xing threw a punch.

A sound resounded through the air.

Those tables, chairs, glasses, all shattered.

As if being smashed.

Such momentum made the security guards retreat dozens of meters.

No one dared to approach.

The whole hall was awed by Fan Xing’s strength.

"Lie down!"

But Ye Qingfeng merely raised his left hand.

Casually slapped forward.

As if swatting a fly.

"Fan Xing is the genius of the Fan family’s younger generation, how can this young man be so dismissive, it’s arrogance beyond measure."

"He’s seeking death! Fan Xing’s punch could easily kill those demon beasts."

"Even if Fan Xing kills this guy, who dares to say anything! Not just because of the Fan Family’s power, but disrupting the auction, death is deserved."

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s action, everyone thought he was seeking death.

"Bang!"

Even Fan Xing didn’t expect.

His full-force strike.

Seemed like a soft worm under Ye Qingfeng’s palm.

With just one slap.

Fan Xing’s bones shattered.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The entire person lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Couldn’t stand up at all.

You should know, Ye Qingfeng was just a breath away from becoming an Advanced War Master.

Fan Xing was only an Intermediate War Master.

Plus, Ye Qingfeng’s physical strength.

The fact that he didn’t kill Fan Xing with one slap was already good.

The whole venue fell into deathly silence.

No one dared make a sound.

Fan Xing’s previous rage and dominance further highlighted Ye Qingfeng’s invincible stance.

Strong, too strong.

"Yesterday, you begged, I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it."

Ye Qingfeng looked at Fan Yuze, calmly said.

"I... I’m a Fan Family member, you can’t kill me."

Fan Yuze’s face turned pale.

Couldn’t comprehend it.

The Fan Family’s martial arts genius.

Was killed instantly like this.

It was shocking to the soul.

In front of Fan Xing, he, Fan Yuze, was useless dandy.

And Ye Qingfeng had killed Fan Xing instantly.

In his eyes, what difference was there between Fan Yuze and an ant?

"Too much nonsense, die!"

Ye Qingfeng didn’t give Fan Yuze a chance either.

Some people are determined to die, then let them have it.

"Crack!"

Ye Qingfeng grabbed the red-faced Fan Xing.

Fingers clamped down, directly crushing his throat.

Fan Yuze, dead!

What Fan Family member?

The number one Martial Arts Family?

So what?

Causing trouble again and again.

Still coveting the Mixed Blood Fruit in my hand.

Not wiping out the Fan Family was already Ye Qingfeng’s mercy.

"Don’t want the Mixed Blood Fruit anymore, take it..."

Fan Xing, spitting blood, looked at the cold-blooded, decisive Ye Qingfeng.

Murmured a sentence.

"This thing was mine to begin with, do I need you to say that?"

Ye Qingfeng coldly glanced at Fan Xing.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!!!

Foot descended.

Directly crushed all his limbs.