Yang Yi glanced at Feng Shao and found that his brows were slightly furrowed, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

"Sixteen million. Given a price, Yang Yi asked in a low voice, "Who is this ugly ghost?"

Hey!

The madman laughed out loud without scruples, and said: "You are really powerful, you directly called him by his name, yes, we all call him an ugly ghost, named Ye Zhicheng, the eldest son and eldest grandson of the Ye family, he is lustful and stingy, but after opening a hero, everyone gives some face, and our strength is about the same as Xiaofeng." ”

"It's a lot worse, okay? Tianyun is opened by a few of us, what can this ugly ghost do? At most, it's just opening a film and television company and bubble those ignorant girls. Feng Shao was very unconvinced, but he didn't argue about anything in his family background.

"Twenty million. Ye Zhicheng raised his hand again, without giving the auctioneer any chance to make a decision.

"Bastard, I have to cause some trouble every time, this time I'm afraid I saw us getting closer, and I want to hit you, Yangyi don't lose to him, I won't give you enough money." The madman snorted coldly and pointed his middle finger at Ye Zhicheng.

"You don't need your money yet. Yang Yi pouted, he still had at least four or five billion in his card, although he didn't have any other income.

"Fifty million. Yang Yi raised his hand, and at the same time faced Ye Zhicheng's angry eyes, Yang Yi also rolled his eyes and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Fifteen million. ”

"Sixty million. ”

"Sixty-three million. ”

"Seventy-five million. ”

found that Ye Zhicheng was obviously a little lacking in funds, and Yang Yi, who was determined to win, directly gave a price that made Ye Zhicheng uncomfortable.

"Seventy-six million. With a pale face, Ye Zhicheng gritted his teeth and roared viciously.

"Eighty million, if anyone shouts again, give it to him. ”

Yang Yi directly shattered Ye Zhicheng's bottom line, but credit is not allowed on Tianyun, but Ye Zhicheng's most liquid capital is not enough

Three or five hundred million, one hundred million is enough to make his heart ache.

"Eighty million for the first time, eighty million for the second time, eighty million for the third time, sold, this mysterious book has become Yang Shao's collection. The auctioneer excitedly dropped the gavel, which he thought was no more than 3 million at most, but now it has reached 80 million, and the commission of this one piece alone is enough to be worth a small auction.

Swiping the card and getting the divine book, Yang Yiqiang endured his curiosity and didn't watch it immediately, he was also afraid that like the "Medical Heart Sutra", it would directly turn into a ray of light and integrate it directly into his mind, at that time, it would be a lot of fun, and it might not be sliced and sliced.

Feng Shao and the madman had other things, and they chatted with Yang Yi for a while before they dispersed, Zhang Ya seemed to be a little frightened by what had just happened, and when she saw that Yang Yi was idle, she immediately walked over, holding Yang Yi's arm and was about to leave.

In fact, Yang Yi was very impatient with such an auction, but this time it was different, not only did he get the Book of Divine Texts, but he also made two good friends.

"Yang Yi, you must be careful recently, Wei Xingshen is not easy to provoke, especially if you provoke Ye Zhicheng again, in this Kyoto, they are all trembling characters when they stomp their feet, otherwise, you can move to our house! Forgive them and dare not come to my Zhang family to make trouble." ”

Zhang Ya was still very uneasy about Yang Yi, and strongly suggested while driving, but where might Yang Yi go to Zhang's house, should he let Old Man Zhang calculate it again?

Back at the hotel, the sun had already set, and Yang Yi didn't stay at Zhang Ya, and went straight back to the room.

"Oh God, you can't have some hidden disease, you let such a beautiful girl go, I thought you wouldn't be back tonight." When Theobit saw Yang Yi coming back, he immediately laughed.

"It seems that you really don't have pain, so okay! I'll leave today! You can continue to enjoy this sour pain!"

"No, no, no, my dear Jan, save me, the lamb that is about to perish!" Theobit finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he was about to collapse from the pain.

Boil the medicine, add a little regenerating ointment, Siobit finally did not want to divert his attention and resist the pain, Yang Yi returned to his room, his mind moved, and he couldn't wait to return to the Nine Dragons Ring.

It was still the scripture building, Yang Yi sat on the steps and carefully took out the book of divine texts in his hand.

The Divine Yuan instantly penetrated into the book, just like the "Medical Heart Sutra", the Book of Divine Texts immediately turned into a ball of light, and instantly merged into Yang Yi's mind.

The sudden arrival of huge information made Yang Yi's head swell slightly, but this uncomfortable feeling was quickly washed away by surprise.

Refining Weapon Formula, this book of divine texts does not record any historical explanation, but uses various materials to refine powerful magic weapons and even artifact refining techniques, with this knowledge, Yang Yi has no problem refining a weapon of his own.

The Nine Dragon Rings are not without their shortcomings, that is, they are biased towards medical treatment and physical fitness, but Yang Yike knows that in real battles, those who have weapons have increased their victories by more than 30%.

A powerful weapon is enough to turn the entire battle around in an instant.

Now that he finally has the means to attack, how can Yang Yi not be ecstatic.

It's just that there are no suitable materials now, and he will have to test his medical skills with Fils in three days, so Yang Yi decided to prepare for the battle with all his might.

Strategically despise the opponent, but in battle, he has to pay attention to the opponent, and Yang Yi doesn't want to lose to Fils in the first game.

For three days, in addition to breaking Xiobit's foot again, Yang Yi calmed down every day and began to cultivate.

Yang Yi already felt that he had reached a bottleneck, and if he could take the Shenyuan to the next level before the competition, then he would have a greater grasp.

Early in the morning, at six o'clock sharp, Yang Yi opened his eyes.

Although there was no breakthrough in three days, after calming down and cultivating, it was of great help to his mind, at least now Yang Yi is much calmer.

After washing up, Yang Yi deliberately put on a unique Tang costume in China, after all, today is the struggle for the rise of traditional Chinese medicine, and Yang Yi also attaches great importance to it.

The Kyoto Military Hospital, the first time that the god of cancer treatment was unveiled, was overcrowded for the second time today, but these people did not enter the inpatient building, but in the square in front of the battlefield building, looking forward to the arrival of Yang Yi.

Outside the operating room on the top floor of the Kyoto Military Hospital, there were all kinds of machines with long guns and short guns, all of which were aimed at the display screen on the wall.

Yang Yi will compete with Fils today in these two large operating rooms.

The clock had just arrived at eight o'clock, and He Fuqiang had rushed to the VIP lounge with a group of officials from the Ministry of Health, and even some Chinese medicine masters who could be called imperial doctors.

Not only these reporters and officials, but also countless people in front of the TV set at this time are waiting for the live broadcast to begin.

Every authoritative doctor in the world's top doctors alliance has personally taken action, which will always attract special attention from the media, but this time it is obviously more than before, more than 200 countries have already prepared, and the competition will be spread throughout the world for the first time.