Finally, when it came to the last auction item, Angela let out a long sigh of relief. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Thank you all for your support and love for me. This one will be the last lot of the day. So let's take a look......" Angela was suddenly stunned, it was such a thing!

Damn, is some guy deliberately trying to trouble her? Shouldn't this thing have been discarded in the deepest part of the warehouse a long time ago and never to be taken out again?

This lot is quite famous in the entire Tiandi auction house.

This thing has been auctioned 56 times and failed to be auctioned 56 times, which can be called the biggest nightmare of the auctioneers of the Heaven and Earth Auction House.

In this heaven and earth auction house, in terms of auction results, there are several auctioneers who are similar to her, and even the slut named 〈〉 has calculated the total auction value before this time, and he has more than three or five million gold coins than her.

So the only reason why she was able to become the chief auctioneer of the Heaven and Earth Auction House was because she had not been sold since he put on this robe, and she was the one who held the longest record of no auctions in the entire Heaven and Earth Auction House.

Usually she calls this a manifestation of her strength, but in private she still knows very well that it was just her luck that she didn't encounter this spell like this.

Only now, this nightmare can no longer be avoided.

"Could it be that the record of six years and seven months of non-contemplation that I have maintained since I put on this suit is finally not kept?" Although Angela has received professional training as an auctioneer, she can't help but feel like a dead face at this time, although the difference between the chief auctioneer and the second auctioneer is only one word, but in terms of commission, it is a big difference.

"Hell, if I knew I was going to encounter this thing, I would have hired someone to just take a picture of it myself. Angela thought indignantly that now she could only count on this group of unconscionable things in the field.

I hope they can look at their usual friendship and pull themselves along.

Angela struggled to squeeze a tenacious smile out of her pale face, trying her best to make herself look more beautiful and charming, "The next item we are going to auction is from the Elemental Djinn Altar, which is a rather magical metal ......"

Angela tried her best to make her voice as delicate and seductive, she didn't even take the piece of metal out of the beautiful box in which it was encased, she knew that this kind of behavior was completely meaningless, how many of these buyers present had not seen this thing more than ten times?

"Ha, Bush Sr.'s precious piece of metal has reappeared!"

"Oh my God, what did I see? a large piece of metal! half the size of my fist, a treasure from the altar of the elemental djinn. She's really big!" As he spoke, he glared at Angela's chest with a lewd gaze.

"Hahahaha!"

......

There was chaos in the auction room, and all kinds of sarcastic, ridiculed, and purely teasing words filled the entire space below.

The originally quiet auction hall suddenly became a noisy vegetable market.

Angela bit her lip slightly, I knew it would be like this, but she didn't stop telling everyone about the origin of this mysterious metal that has been talked about many times.

Thirty years ago, a dwarven king-level powerhouse named Bush entered the altar of a massive elemental djinn due to an accident.

The piece of metal was placed on the highest part of the altar. After a series of thrills and accidents, Bush Sr. brought this piece of metal into the auction house.

Originally, this is a very common story in the auction house, and although few people really take it seriously, no one will take it as a lie, after all, no one can say for sure.

But when someone finds out the original source of this story, the situation is different.

In the slums of the Red Blood City, there is a tavern called "The Old Man and the Blood", and in this tavern called "The Old Man and the Blood" there is an old drunkard who must visit every day, an old dwarf named Bush.

No one knows where this old man named Bush came from, nor what he experienced in the first half of his life.

All they know is that since the day they found him, he had been sitting forever in front of the dirty, almost shapeless bar of this broken tavern, pouring three or five coppers into his stomach a glass of inferior wine filled with water, while shaking his head and telling one legend after another that belonged to him.

In this story, he is a king-level powerhouse from the dwarf race, he has many famous companions, and he has experienced many incredible things.

The stories come to life one by one, giving people a sense of immersion.

Soon the old dwarf Bush became a living sign in the tavern called "The Old Man and the Blood," and every day countless people came to the tavern for a glass of wine and a short tale of the old dwarf's legend.

I have even heard that the nobles who live in tall castles can't help but disguise themselves and enter such a slum slum, which in their eyes is simply a dirty and messy tavern that cannot be treated at all, and listen to a legend belonging to the short and sloppy dwarf Bush in front of them.

This is the story of metal on the altar of the Elemental Giants, and this is one of the most popular stories out there.

It's just that everyone knows that these are just stories. Not to mention the almost invincible king-level existence in the story, King Dwarf Bush is just an incompetent scholar and dwarf craftsman with a huge rosacea in real life, and the size of this metal alone does not match its identity as an item on the altar of the elemental djinn clan in the story.

In this purgatory world, there are many heavenly treasures formed by elemental energy, and before they form their own divine consciousness, they are peerless treasures that anyone in this world can want.

Once they formed their own consciousness, these treasures formed a peculiar race, the Elemental Djinn Race.

From the name, it can be seen that the creatures of these elemental djinn clans are huge, that is, the smallest one known in the world, the body of the elemental djinn clan is nearly 100 meters tall, and at least the first birth is also a royal-level existence, even if you are a king, but what ability do you have to snatch treasures from them?

These elemental djinn creatures are inherently disrespectful to the gods, only respecting heaven and earth, and they have never heard of any altars for these guys.

What fool would believe that this is nothing more than half a fist-sized piece of broken metal that comes from the altar of the elemental djinn clan? )