Chu Yi smiled as he watched the little fatty curse up a storm.
Actually, he was feeling quite bitter inside.
He had thought having a bit of money despite his injuries would be enough, but the current situation revealed that his two hundred thousand was hardly enough to fill the gaps between others' teeth.
Fortunately, most of them were just onlookers without much money in hand. Only a few elders from the Sects were true competitors.
"Heavenly Gang Stick Technique, if anyone likes this Spiritual Artifact, better find a way to get it now."
Just then, the auctioneer on stage began to call out.
The little fatty nudged Chu Yi urgently, "Hey, brother, this Staff Technique might just be tailor-made for your firewood stick, aren't you planning to bid for it?"
Chu Yi was actually feeling quite anxious already.
When he heard the words "Staff Technique," his body involuntarily shuddered, and even his eyes immediately gleamed.
"How much does this thing cost?"
