Mine

"Mu Clan Leader, that technique is now mine."

The moment the statement was made, the entire auction ground silenced until a needle drop could be heard.

Yours now?

What the f*ck!

Everyone was cursing with ugly words on the inside. They were at the peak of their excitement and were all certain that they would be the one winning the Technique of Physical Refinement. To have suddenly heard Ling Xian's presumptuous statement, how could they not be angry? However, no matter how enraged they were, they didn't dare to reveal any dissatisfaction.

For one, Ling Xian was far too capable. For two, they knew that the Mu Clan had promised him that he gets to pick three items of his choice.

In other words, if Ling Xian speaks, Mu Feng had no reason to reject him.

Because of that, the originally explosive atmosphere died down. Everyone's face was now full of annoyance and helplessness. Everyone was sighing and exhaling deeply.

The most helpless one was, of course, Mu Feng.