Ye Fan's behavior of brutally increasing prices one after another has obviously attracted the attention of many people in the crowd.

Among them was an old man wearing a tiger-head mask, his brows furrowed instantly.

"Master, that person seems to be determined to win the Lei Yu Dharma Plate, I think we should stop fighting."

"In this case, even if we grab it in the end, the price must be far beyond our psychological price."

"Not to mention the gain outweighs the loss, and it is possible to offend a powerful warrior."

Ye Fan's momentum that he is sure to win has indeed calmed down many people.

All of a sudden, the previous bidders withdrew one after another.

In the end, there was only one person left fighting with Ye Fan.

"One hundred and sixty million!"

After a short period of silence, a faint voice sounded quietly.

The price of 160 million made many people present gasp.

At this time, the offer was made by a man in his early thirties. He did not wear a mask, as if he was not afraid of revealing his identity.

After quoting the price, the man got up and looked in Ye Fan's direction: "My friend, please save face, let me have this black jade dish."

"All as if I owe you a favor."

"If you want me to repay this favor, you are always welcome to find me at Meng's house in Lin'an."

"Remember, my name is Meng Chuan!"

What?

Meng Chuan?

"Is he Meng Chuan?"

"The son of the richest man, Meng Wanjun?"

"Our prince from Jiangbei?"

As Meng Chuan reported his family name, the crowd immediately exploded.

Everyone around was talking about it, and everyone's eyes were on him.

There were even some people who came to make friends on their own initiative.

Even the host Xiaoya, looked at Meng Chuan immediately changed.

Eyebrows are secretly sent, eyebrows are expressive.

"Meng Chuan?"

While everyone was in awe of Meng Chuan, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled inexplicably.

Yueyao at the side also rarely looked at people other than Ye Fan a few more times.

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