"Eighty-six and a half million!"

"Eighty-seven million!"

"Eighty-seven million and a half million!"

......

The shouting of the price was higher than the price, which made everyone in the venue stunned, and even the host no longer needed to incite the atmosphere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The appearance of a saint-grade potion this time will undoubtedly become a record since the cabinet auction, and there is no possibility of breaking it in a hundred years.

"Alas, one is more perverted than the other. Leto didn't have the strength to sigh, he was more tired than fighting with the Blood Fiend.

"I didn't even know it would be effective for all the First Saint-level warriors, it looks like this time it's going to bleed again. ”

Looking at the competition in the ten private rooms, Qin Chuan couldn't help but say.

At this point, the price became more and more weak. The time interval between bids is getting longer and longer.

And in this weak and awkward time, another voice suddenly sounded.

"Ninety million!" Qin Chuan was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he raised the price again.

"Wow......"

"Here it is again, and it is shot again. ”

Qin Chuan's sudden hand once again stirred up the atmosphere of the audience.

"Bastard! it's that pariah again!" Volker really wanted to kill Qin Chuan at this time, and he definitely wanted to tear it apart.

Looking at Qin Chuan with a cheap smile on his face, Leto was also helpless and clicked his mouth.

"Boss, you ......"

"It's okay, someone will lower the price, don't worry. ”

But the truth was not what Qin Chuan thought in his heart.

"The adults in the No. 1 private room bid 90 million, is there a higher price than this?" The host looked at the No. 1 private room curiously, in his hosting career, such a heroic character has never been seen.

After a while, there was no sound in the venue.

"No, it's just giving up, how could I want this!" Qin Chuan was stunned.

Leto rolled his eyes at Qin Chuan, just sighing helplessly.

It's a medicine made by yourself, not to mention that it doesn't belong to you anymore. Qin Chuan is really playing Dafa now.

"Then, this bottle of potion will ......" After a while, the host's voice sounded again.

"I'm going! How can this be, what the hell are you shouting, aren't you very bullish!"

Looking at Leto's contemptuous eyes, Qin Chuan wanted to die.

The attention of the audience was focused on the host, waiting for the final decision.

"Ahh

"I'll give 100 million!" The door of the venue was suddenly slammed open, and a majestic voice resounded throughout the auction hall.

"Whew...... It's okay, damn it, don't play anymore!" Hearing the sound of competition, Qin Chuan let out a long breath and kept beating his chest.

This time it was really almost too big, and this sudden sound also instantly attracted the attention of the audience, and it still broke in without the slightest politeness.

"Father!" Volcker exclaimed.

Everyone present also exclaimed when they saw the appearance of the person who came.

"Duke Yuri!"

"Even Duke Yuri is here!"

......

Hearing the name of the person, Qin Chuan came to his senses. It's a pity that I was in a private room and couldn't see the image of the legendary duke.

"I'll give 100 million, I want this potion. As Yuri entered, he was followed by two other squires.

A whole 100 million gold coins! Just for that little bottle of potion!

Seeing the big guys coming, the host's heart was almost unbearable today, but he still tried to maintain his demeanor.

"You ...... Duke Yuri bid 100 million, do any adults want to bid?"

Before any voice sounded from the audience, Yuri waved his hand, "Don't ask, just finalize it!"

The host faced this big man of the third level of the empire, and the only remaining demeanor was about to disappear.

Reluctantly, he picked up the auction hammer in his hand and slowly knocked it down under the gaze of everyone.

Just when the host was about to knock to the last moment, the small wooden hammer actually bounced out with a bang.

With this sudden change, another joking voice also came from the door.

"Yuri, are you embarrassed to come out with 100 million saint-grade potions?"

Hearing the words of the visitor, Yuri had a gloomy face and looked at the person coldly.

"Duke Feren!"

"There's another duke, and it's still Feren?!"

There was a commotion in the venue again.

Yuri and Pheron are both dukes. One is a warrior, and the other is a wind archmage.

The relationship between the two, just from the way they met and greeted, was not very harmonious.

Yuri arrives in the cabinet, but with two other attendants. And Pheren was alone when he arrived, with no other helpers. This shows the superiority of the mage over the warrior, and there is no fear at all!

But Fei Lun is not alone, and there is another figure behind him.

It turned out to be another young man who competed with Volker when Qin Chuan bought Xiaoyue in the first place, Fei Lun's son - Albert.

"It's quite elegant, and you brought your son to smash the name of the cabinet?" Yuri deliberately raised his voice as he said this, as if he wanted to attract some attention.

"No, no, no, I'm not here to make trouble. Faeron shook his robe, but smiled.

"Hmph, what do you mean was the wind blade that flew the auction hammer just now, and it was I, the warrior, sent it?" Yuri smiled grimly.

"I believe that the cabinet will not refuse a bidder with a heart, that excitement. I'm sorry for what I just did, but I'm also here to show my sincerity. Faeron's words made Yuri's face even more gloomy.

"100 million gold coins!" Feron held out a finger.

"Plus Tok City East City for half a year's tax!"

When Faeron shouted out the price of 100 million, Yuri visibly let out a sneer.

But when the last half year tax was shouted, the sneer on Yuri's face was replaced by iron blue.

"Half a year to pay taxes! Oh my God!"

"No matter what, there are five million gold coins!"

Everyone in the venue was once again shocked by this arrogant price increase.

At this time, Qin Chuan was not amazed by the contradiction between the two dukes. More were shocked by the behavior of the two dukes just now.

Whether it's Yuri or Pheron, it's obvious that they're afraid of something. It's like when Yuri labeled Feron as a troublemaker, and Feron explained it humbly.

Both dukes were still afraid of one being—the Imperial Chamber of Commerce, or more clearly, the Imperial Chamber of Commerce.

"A mere magician, buying potions to send himself to his death?" Yuri said almost through gritted teeth.

"If I want to be a warrior one day, it's a good idea to keep it as a backup. Isn't it?" Pheren didn't save Yuri a of face.

And when Fei Lun said this, there was a lot of laughter in the venue.

"How's it going, my Grand Duke Yuri. Do you want to continue bidding, or go home and sleep?" Faeron can be described as beating the water dogs at this time, and counting Yuri mercilessly.

Yuri closed his eyes, his face trembling, but he took a deep breath and controlled his emotions.

"Very well, Duke of Feren, you need to keep the potion safe. Land taxes are not cheap!" said in a low and grim voice, but Yuri shook his hand and walked out of the door of the venue.

When Yuri left, the smile on Faeron's original face disappeared, and more of it showed deep thought.