After Wen Yan announced, the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet, and everyone was watching to see who would strike first, and no one wanted to strike first, this smallpox was too important.

Wen Yan has been smiling coquettishly, and she doesn't need words to stimulate these people, these people can't help but compete for bidding.

Du Minghe sat in his seat and didn't speak, although they urgently needed to ferry smallpox, but this smallpox ferry was so important that even if they opened their mouths now, they would have to fight for it next.

Zuo Mu sat in his seat and fidgeted a little, he quietly stabbed Du Ming: "Let's hurry up and bid, this smallpox can't fall into the hands of others."

Du Ming shook his head and said in a low voice: "I can't shoot it yet, don't worry, we have to get this smallpox."

After a moment of silence, someone finally couldn't resist the temptation to speak: "I'm out of five thousand and fifty years!"

As soon as the voices of the crowd came out, there was still a calm, but this calm did not last long, and then an even greater uproar sounded in the wide row.

The atmosphere was extremely warm and intense.

"I'm out for five thousand and one hundred years!"

"I'm out of 5,200 years!"

"I'm out for 5,500 years!"

Everyone bidd, apparently determined to win this ferrying smallpox that was condensed in divine consciousness.

The sound of auctions came and went, and the value of the smallpox ferry soared all the way, and it was only a matter of moments, and the price of the smallpox ferryed directly soared to 8,000 years.

At this time, the voice of bidding gradually became quieter, although the ferry smallpox is extremely precious, but it does not have to be auctioned, maybe there will be more and better auction items in the future.

Of course, some people may not have much time to bring on their own.

Like Du Ming, there are very few resources that have taken all the resources of the government.

Zuo Mu was secretly anxious, seeing Du Ming's breezy appearance, he couldn't wait to ask for the price immediately, Du Ming was small, so he didn't have to be anxious. "I'll give eight thousand one hundred years!" someone bid again.

As soon as this voice came out, no one bid again, and the voice became strangely delicate again.

There are very few people who continue to auction today.

Seeing that no one made a sound, a gentle and charming voice sounded again: "Everyone, eight thousand and one hundred years, no one bids again?"

The sound is still!

Wen Yan looked around, and her charming and bewitching figure continued to tremble with Jiao Xiaosheng, "Hehe, okay, then I will announce once in eight thousand and one hundred years!"

"I'm out of 8,200 years!"

Just as Wen Yan finished saying this, a voice sounded again, and the voice was rough and magnetic.

"Okay, someone bids again, once in eight thousand two hundred years, and there is no more bidding!" Wen Yan asked.

Du Ming shouted: "Nine thousand years!"

Wow!

As Du Ming remembered the sound of the auction, there was an uproar in the auction room, and the price of this smallpox was instantly raised by him for eight hundred years!

Some of those who wanted to bid again made the idea of quitting.

In an instant, all eyes were projected on Du Ming's body like a sharp sword, wanting to see his appearance clearly through his black robe.

"Who the hell is this guy, he's too rich!" someone whispered, trying to guess Du Ming's identity.

"Did you hear him?" someone asked the person next to him.

The man shook his head: "I didn't hear it, some of the royal family members of the sect I know don't have this voice." ”

Du Ming had deliberately changed his voice a little at the time of the auction, and now he sounded very hoarse, like an old man in the twilight, weak and powerless.

Zuo Mu's face under the black robe frowned secretly, this Du Ming also bid too high, it took eight hundred years to live, it was too expensive and wasted, he wanted to remind, but there were many people here, so he didn't speak again, fortunately, eight hundred years was still within their range.

Wen Yan on the stage heard it, but his face was flushed with joy, and his voice was also excited: "Nine thousand years, this one has been out for nine thousand years, is there anything higher than this, ferrying smallpox is very rare, as long as you can break through the cultivation, it is worth spending more price." ”

Wen Yan continued to deliberately verbally stimulate temptation.

Du Ming slandered in his heart, this Wen Yan really exerted all his strength in order to auction a better value, which would only make Du Ming spend more time.

"I'm out for nine thousand and one hundred years!"

Someone opened his mouth here, and raised it for a hundred years.

Du Ming is ready to open his mouth to raise the price again.

At this time, the person who spoke spoke again: "I am Elder Mu En of Qingyun Sect, I hope this Daoist friend will give a face, one of my disciples is about to break through, and he urgently needs this smallpox, of course, I will also make some compensation and will not make Daoist friends suffer." ”

"It's Elder Mu En of the Qingyun Sect, it's actually him, and he's here too!" Someone heard that this elder actually revealed his true identity, which showed that he was necessary to ferry smallpox.

"Elder Mu En is a cultivator of the Three Realms of the Century, and his status in the sect is extremely high, and his reputation in some other sects and royal families is also like thunder!"

Everyone whispered, a little shocked that this was called Mu En's identity.

Du Ming frowned, he was determined to get this smallpox, and it was impossible to give it to anyone, it sounded like Mu En of the Qingyun Sect should be extremely powerful, and it was the cultivation of the Three Realms of the Century.

His hoarse voice sounded again: "I'm sorry, I also need it urgently, I'll be out for 10,000 years!"

Rushing!

Everyone was in an uproar again, obviously they didn't expect that this Du Ming would not sell it to Elder Mu En for a face, isn't this looking for death?

Is this intentional?

Everyone couldn't see the face of the man named Elder Muen, but they knew that his face must be flushed with anger, and no one had ever sold him a face.

Every time Du Ming raises the price, it is also a warning, he is determined to win this smallpox!

"Hmph, isn't this fellow Daoist really not selling me face!" The elder named Mu En's voice was already cold, a little threatening.

"I'm sorry!" Du Ming still shook his head.

Zuo Mu's heart has never beaten so violently as it has been in the past few days, and the whole heart seems to be suspended in his throat, high and low.

That is the powerhouse of the Three Realms of the Century, and he is also the elder of the Qingyun Sect, the Qingyun Sect is a behemoth for their Xingyun Mansion, and they can be easily destroyed with a single finger.

This time, I am afraid that even if I get the ferry, smallpox will not escape.

But for the sake of Twilight, what about taking the Xingyun Mansion, it's a big deal to fight to the death!

"Hmph, then let's see if this fellow Daoist has such good luck!" Mu En's cold voice resounded, with an inexplicable meaning.

The people at the auction all secretly said that this person was afraid that it was going to be over.

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