"It's out, it's out!"

In the auction hall of Shura City, in a box on the second floor, the white-gauze woman "Qi Lin" who had appeared in the Demon God Mountain Range before reached out and pushed the shoulder of the blue-shirted young man, and pouted and shouted: "Brother Feng, make a quick move, hurry, hurry ......."

The blue-shirted young man smiled slightly, patted her hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll definitely help you take a picture!"

"Ah, isn't that in a hurry?"

"Qi Lin" exclaimed with a disgruntled expression, but she also knew that she could not be the master here, so she could only stare dryly.

Seeing this, on the other side, another white-gauze girl named "Qiqi" pulled her sleeve and said with a smile:

"Uncle Qilin, don't worry, the master will definitely help you buy it. Otherwise, the cicada butterfly wings in his hand are yours, and he is more anxious than you. ”

"Ahh

Before he could react at first, then "Qi Lin" laughed, and the corners of his mouth curved into two curved arcs: "Yes, hehe, Brother Feng, it's up to you." ”

After saying that, he laughed heartlessly beside him.

Seeing this, the blue-shirted young man named "Brother Feng" smiled helplessly, "You." Then he didn't say anything, and continued to open his eyes and look downstairs.

In just such a short time, the bidding for the fire painting Kwai Ling Fan has reached an almost crazy point.

The appearance of the pseudonymous completely detonated the atmosphere of the scene.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand!"

"Three hundred and seventy thousand!"

"Three hundred and eighty thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

"Four hundred and fifty thousand!"

......

In the blink of an eye, the price of this fire painting sunflower fan has risen, breaking through the 400,000 mark, and 500,000 seems to be just a moment.

However, at this point, the number of bidders has also begun to decrease, after all, not everyone is a fire-type Dao body, and not everyone likes to use fans as weapons.

"Four hundred and eighty thousand!"

Finally, the blue-shirted young man felt that the time was ripe and spoke.

After he spoke, the audience was silent, and then, it was even more boiling.

"Half a million. ”

Not long after the blue-shirted young man spoke, another old voice came.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"

The blue-shirted young man spoke again, and the auction hall was silent, and everyone gasped.

Although everyone thought that the price of this fan might be high, they definitely didn't expect it to be so high.

And maybe I thought of it, but I didn't expect that there would be such a price increase in the future.

The old man was stunned, snorted coldly, and gave up the bid.

No matter how rich the net worth is, no one can afford such a price increase.

However, although the old man flinched, it did not mean that everyone thought so.

Not long after the blue-shirted young man spoke, another lazy voice that he had never heard before sounded: "Five hundred and sixty thousand!"

"Huh?"

The blue-shirted young man seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked towards an open dark room opposite.

In the dark, a young man in sackcloth with a face hidden in the shadows was lying on a leopard skin chair and an ironwood round table next to him.

On the round table, there are a series of things such as melons and fruits, wine, cakes, etc., and there are two girls in purple, serving respectfully beside them, beating their backs and serving wine.

Seeing the blue-shirted young man looking over, he seemed to have expected it, and smiled and picked up a glass of wine in his hand and raised it to this side.

"It turned out to be Leng Gongzi from the Tomb of the God King, but I didn't expect Leng Gongzi to come this time, which made Feng so surprised.

This ancient fan is my little sister's favorite thing, Leng Gongzi has always learned swords, I don't know if I can appreciate it, don't be embarrassed. ”

After speaking, he opened his mouth indifferently and quoted a price that shocked the four seats: "700,000!"

"Ahh

In the audience, a gasping sound sounded, and even those who originally wanted to bid were all wilted when they heard this number.

Many people even looked at each other, some of them couldn't believe their ears.

On the other side, hearing the offer of the blue-shirted young man, the young man in sackcloth who was lying on the round chair was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Since it is the favorite thing of Brother Feng and Senior Sister, how can Leng have such no eyesight, this Kwai Ling fan will be given to Brother Feng." ”

After saying that, he smiled kindly.

However, the blue-shirted young man had no smile in his eyes, and glanced at the other party lightly, and after a while, the auction dust settled.

A steward of the Shura City auction personally sent the ancient fan to the fourth private room, and after the blue-shirted young man paid the money, he gave it to the white-gauze girl behind him without hesitation.

The white-gauze girl took it and was overjoyed, but the blue-shirted young man didn't care, just looked down silently, thoughtful.

......

The auction continued to face downward, and the atmosphere became hotter and hotter.

After that, whether it was Tang Baishou, Chen Fatzi, or the blue-shirted young man, Li Han, they didn't make a move again, just watched quietly.

And just now, the offer of the blue-shirted young man was not a flash of shock, just a short moment later, his highest record of 700,000 was refreshed, reaching 720,000, and the bidder was a man in black wearing a mask.

Finally, the auction has come to an end, and the next bidding will be the final three items.

"The first finale, the famous Earth Emperor Bow!"

As the words fell, the entire auction hall suddenly became silent and audible, and then, the earth-shattering noise seemed to want to break through the clouds and break through the roof of the entire auction hall.

There is no introduction, no need for any introduction, the word name, can already explain a qiē.

On the auction table, Huang Shang'an, the yellow-clothed auctioneer, looked crazy, hissing with all his might, and his face seemed to be red: "Please!"

With his words, the four girls in red struggled to carry a huge mahogany stand and walked up to the high platform.

On top of the mahogany shelf, red silk is covered.

With a loud bang, the wooden frame fell to the ground, and the entire mahogany platform shook three times.

And the four red-clothed girls in the half-step Mixed Yuan Realm were all drenched in sweat and panting.

As Huang Shang'an unveiled the red silk, what appeared in front of everyone was a simple and strange bow with a pitch-black, dull body, a bird and a beast carved on each wing.

The bow back is heavy, and it has a thousand strengths at a glance, and the bowstring is clear, like a dragon's tendon emitting a faint yellow light.

Huang Shangan gently pulled the bowstring, the bow body shook suddenly, emitting a red light, a pitch-black light arrow, suddenly formed, although it did not face the audience, but at that moment, the cold killing machine had made everyone shudder, cold sweat broke out, and the soul seemed to be frozen.

"Famous weapon, this is famous instrument!"

Everyone began to be as crazy as the auctioneer, and they could barely control their thoughts.

"The famous Earth Emperor Bow can easily penetrate the protective qi shield of most of the strong people in the Mixed Yuan Realm, it is unstoppable, even if the strong in the Air Pocket Realm are defenseless, they will not escape death. ”

"From the master of Tiangong Mountain's 'Fuzang', the starting price, 800,000 yuan, each time the price increases, not less than 50,000!"

The direct reserve price overpowered the highest price of all the lots just now, but no one found it expensive.

As soon as the reserve price of 800,000 yuan was quoted, it was immediately refreshed.

"Eighty-five...... Ninety...... Ninety-five...... One hundred!"

"One million and two million!"

In the blink of an eye, the price of this famous imperial bow was auctioned for more than 1.3 million, and the auction price was still endless.

However, most of them are just people in the boxes on both sides, and in the auction hall below, basically no one has made a move, because this price has exceeded the weight that most people can bear.

And the people in the auction hall at the bottom are like this.

Therefore, although there are many auctions, in fact, there are only a few people who really bid, but these few people are very hot, and they are not lost to the previous situation of 10,000 people in the auction hall.

"One and a half million!"

"One million eight million!"

In the end, this bow was snatched away by the young man in Mai on the second floor who had snatched the "Fire Painting Kwai Ling Fan" with the blue-shirted young man before, and the sky-high price of 1.8 million yuan made everyone's hearts chill, and then they couldn't help but envy it.

Many people heard the words of the blue-shirted young man before, and secretly guessed: "What kind of person is it, with such strong financial resources, 1.8 million, even some wealthy families, it is difficult to get it at one time." This person is from the Tomb of the God King, I am afraid that he is one of the core disciples of this session in the Tomb of the God King, no wonder he is so wealthy. ”

"Tomb of the God King, surnamed Leng?"

Many speculated, but they were not sure, and on the other side, this time, the blue-shirted young man rarely did not ask for a price, and remained silent.

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