Chapter 150: Sir, Your Long Sword!
On the eighth floor of Lanyue Pavilion, after Zhou Xiongwei made it clear that he would not increase the price, this three-star dragon sword in Ye Haoran's eyes was sold at a record-breaking price of 500,000 with a top-level weapon of the yellow rank.
Seeing the maid of Lanyue Pavilion walking gracefully with a long sword, many people shook their heads secretly.
An ordinary yellow-rank top-level long sword, worth at most more than 100,000 yuan, is now sold for a record-breaking 500,000 yuan, this person is not a fool.
"Sir, your sword!"
The maid of Lanyue Pavilion came to the young man with a long sword in her hand, and handed the long sword in her hand to the other party with a smile.
The 500,000 long sword was shocking to the audience.
"You say, will this dirt bun run out of money?"
At this time, some discordant voices rang out.
"No, this is Lanyue Pavilion, I don't have the money to dare to shout this price, I'm afraid it's not going to die." ”
Someone said in disbelief.
As one of the three major inns in Chang'an City, Lanyue Pavilion is ordinary, and dying here is no different from looking for death.
"If this person doesn't die, how can he offend Zhou Dashao!"
The man continued.
"This ......"
The incredulous man swallowed, and there was a hesitation in his eyes.
Listening to the words of these two people, in the auction room, the eyes of the whole audience staring at the young man were even more weird, could it be that this kid really has no money?
500,000, not 50,000.
Everyone is waiting for the performance of the teenager.
"Haoran!"
Ye Wu was still light and light, watching the maid raise the three-star dragon sword in front of him, and shouted sideways.
Listening to Ye Wu's shout, Ye Haoran stretched out his hand tremblingly, and carefully picked up the three-star dragon sword with both hands, looking at his careful appearance, it seemed that what he was holding was not an ordinary yellow-rank top-level equipment, but a peerless sword.
"Cut, isn't it just a yellow-rank high-grade weapon? ”
Someone couldn't look past it and said mockingly.
"That's right, isn't it just a yellow-level high-level weapon, sure enough, the soil bun is the earth bun. ”
......
There were buzzing mockery, and more people began to stare at Ye Wu with flickering eyes, and when the maid saw Ye Haoran holding the long sword, she also raised her head lightly and waited quietly.
"500,000, can't you get a discount?"
Facing the eyes of the audience, Ye Wu said indifferently.
"Discounts, you think you're buying a street stall on the side of the road!"
Listening to the shameless words of the young man, some people couldn't help but sarcastically: "If you don't have money, don't slap your swollen face and become fat." ”
This man spoke in a loud voice, and when his words fell, the audience burst into laughter.
"Sir, I'm sorry, Lanyue Pavilion is not discounted. ”
The maid was still smiling, unmoved, shaking her head quietly, and speaking softly, showing excellent quality.
"Okay!"
Hearing the maid's unceremonious refusal, the corners of Ye Wu's mouth curled, he glanced left and right, and reached into his arms.
"Rich, no money?"
Everyone stretched their necks, and even Wang Rong in the front row cast concerned eyes.
"Damn!"
Zhou Xiongwei, who had been paying attention to Wang Rong, saw Wang Rong's concerned gaze, his eyes were gloomy, he swept back hatefully, and the arm holding the armrest of the chair was unconsciously bruised.
"500,000 yes!"
The young man who reached into his arms said softly, and then pulled out a stack of golden tickets from his arms, a thick layer, shining gold, like a gold brick.
The golden ticket produced by the Cultivator Alliance has a maximum limit of 10,000 taels of gold, and the thick layer in the young man's hand, just looking at the thickness, experienced people know that at least a hundred pieces.
That is, this young man took out a million from his arms lightly.
"It's rich!"
The sound of snorting saliva sounded all around, and many people looked at the young man with no longer mockery, but with unstoppable envy.
Regardless of the envious gazes around him, Ye Wuyi shook the golden ticket in his hand, cut it off accurately, and put half of it on the maid's tray.
"Five hundred thousand!"
Ye Wu said indifferently, "You count." ”
After finishing speaking, Ye Wu deliberately took out a golden ticket from the remaining golden ticket, folded it from the middle, and then raised his hand to insert the folded golden ticket into the large white crack on the maid's chest: "This is a tip for you." ”
"I love your smile, clean and clean, without tinted glasses. ”
Pack B, of course, you have to pack a full set.
Ye Wuyun lightly stuffed the golden ticket into the maid's chest, and did not take advantage of it, glaring at the maid gracefully and replying.
"Thank you, sir!"
The tip of 10,000 taels of gold, even if it was the maid of the Lanyue Pavilion, she was distracted for a while, and after a while, the maid forcibly pressed the excitement in her heart, stretched out her hand and pressed on the half stack of golden tickets, as if she was silently counting the number of this stack of golden tickets, silent for a while, and then the maid looked up with a smile: "500,000, just right." ”
"Thank you sir for your patronage. ”
She smiled softly at Ye Wu, "My name is Xiao Tao, you can come to me after the auction." ”
After leaving such a sentence, the maid Xiao Tao held the 500,000 taels of golden tickets resting on the tray, and returned to the backstage under the left and right guards of the two Lanyue Pavilion guards.
"It's still a little peach, I'm ...... Slut!"
Some people can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, which is very envious and ridiculed.
After this experience, the auction continued, but most of the things in the back were not eyed by Ye Wu, and the people in the front row were also quietly waiting for the finale items of the auction.
If it weren't for the rumors of the spring auction of Lanyue Pavilion this time, and the auction of a lot of innate materials, there would not be so many people at today's auction.
At least Wang Rong and Zhou Xiongwei will not come.
Soon the auction of the things in the Qi refining period was completed, and the auction officially reached its climax, under the eyes of everyone, the beautiful auctioneer said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the real highlight of this auction will start soon. ”
"Now the auctions are all rare innate materials. ”
As the auctioneer spoke, a maid walked to the center with a tray covered with red silk.
"The first piece, Chikusa Vine. ”
The auctioneer's voice was an octave higher, and he came to the center of the auction table excitedly, and suddenly lifted the red silk cloth on the tray that the maid was holding.
"Chigusa Fuji?"
All the guests who had heard that there would be innate materials for sale in the spring auction of Lanyue Pavilion sat up straight, and with the sudden movement of the auctioneer, what fell into the eyes of the audience was a short branch that seemed to be a dead branch.
"This is a thousand grass vines, why does it look like a dead branch on the side of the road?"
Listening to the innate materials, Ye Haoran also left his gaze from the three-star dragon sword at this time, and fell to Taichung, stunned for a while.
"Little brat, don't talk nonsense if you don't have knowledge. ”
"This is Lanyue Pavilion, does Lanyue Pavilion still sell fakes?"
"What an ignorant little kid!"
Ye Haoran only grunted, and there were many voices of lessons next to him, I have long seen that the two of you are unhappy,!