162: C162 He Was Lucky to Have Been Able to Survive in the Village

C162 He Was Lucky to Have Been Able to Survive in the Village

0Ye Yu gently brushed the cover of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles secret manual with his finger, feeling its weight.

To be honest, in Ye Yu's heart, the most precious item in these auction items was this secret manual, because compared to life, everything else was insignificant.

"Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles secret manual! This is a secret technique that can bring someone back from the dead!"

"The starting bid is 100 million! Each increment must not be lower than 50 million! The bidding begins! "

When everyone heard the price, they all sucked in a breath of cold air," It's actually so terrifying! The starting price is 100 million! Then wouldn't the price have to exceed 10 billion? I wonder if anyone will bid!"

" 300 million! "

As soon as Ye Yu finished speaking, someone started bidding.

Ye Yu looked over and found that it was Liu Feng.

Liu Feng's heart started beating rapidly. The hospital had given him a limit of 300 million. Now that he had taken out all of it, he wanted to win the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles in one go!

"Ghost 13, a lonely place!"

A Japanese voice suddenly sounded out. Then, a thin middle-aged man stood up.

The man had a mustache. He greedily looked at the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. After that, he used a fluent H Country and said, "My name is Uemura Yukio. I bid 1 billion!"

After Uemura Yukio finished speaking, he proudly looked around the auction hall and said to Ye Yu, "Quickly announce it! The Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles must be mine!"

Ye Yu coldly glanced at Uemura Yukio, "You want to take it away with just one billion?"

"Two billion!"

Tang Shi stood up and said in a deep voice.

Ye Yu had used the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles to save him, and as an H Country man, Tang Shi had to get this needle technique manual. He could not let the Uemura Yukio of Nippon get it!

Uemura Yukio looked at Tang Shi coldly, then he said, "Five billion!"

He slightly raised his chin, and Uemura Yukio coldly stared at Tang Shi. His palm cut across Tang Shi's neck, and the threat was obvious.

Tang Shi curled the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Uemura Yukio disdainfully and said loudly, "Ten billion!"

"As expected of Tang Shi! So domineering!"

"Good! A mere Japanese man dares to be arrogant in our territory!"

"The Japanese are too arrogant!"

Uemura Yukio's face darkened.

A heavy aura rose from Uemura Yukio's body, covering the entire venue.

At this moment, the air in the auction hall seemed to have condensed. The aura that Uemura Yukio had unleashed had actually suppressed the entire audience!

"You all dare to humiliate me!"

Uemura Yukio looked coldly at the crowd, then stared at Ye Yu and said, "Hurry up and give me the secret technique of the Divine Needle! Don't force me to attack you!"

Ye Yu's lips curled up into a smile. He laughed lightly and said, "If you want the secret manual, come and get it!"

Uemura Yukio smiled confidently. He thought Ye Yu was shocked by him.

As a Fifth Class of Marrow Cleansing Stage Martial Artist, Uemura Yukio had enough confidence that these people would not dare to resist under his aura!

He walked onto the auction stage and looked at the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles greedily. He was about to reach out his hand and grab it.

A loud slap resounded across the entire auction hall, waking everyone up from the shock of Uemura Yukio's aura.

Uemura Yukio covered his face with his hand. He looked at Ye Yu in disbelief, as if he had yet to regain his senses.

A cold light flashed in Ye Yu's eyes. He sneered and slapped Uemura Yukio's face again.

The powerful force made Uemura Yukio spin around on the spot. Two clear palm marks appeared on Uemura Yukio's face!

"You are a dog! So obedient!"

Ye Yu kicked him hard.

Uemura Yukio flew up and fell to the ground.

Uemura Yukio knelt on the ground. His eyes were wide open, and his face was twisted like an evil ghost. He let out a stern shout.

Ye Yu flashed to Uemura Yukio and reached into his pocket.

A subtle mechanical sound was heard. Ye Yu held a silver white pistol in his hand.

On the spear, the Hell Mandala was blooming beautifully!

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