Section 54 Auction site

Soon after returning to her seat, the flower dancer came to the table and sat down charmingly to pour wine for Zhang Xingjian.

"Official, come, have a drink," the flower dancer at this moment gathered her hands and toasted Zhang Xingjian respectfully.

After taking the wine glass, suddenly several guards on the stage were busy moving a table to the high platform.

A handsome man walks up to the stage with a fan in his hand and gently stirs the fan in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next step is for the Auction Guild to hold a small auction, and there may be something for you to be happy about," the handsome man said, patting his fan.

Soon, several bewitching dancers with heavy makeup were waiting in line, holding a tray in their hands and covering it with a red cloth, and the first dancer came to the table with graceful steps and put down what she was holding, standing aside politely and smiling.

"The first item, I believe you must like it, this is a life-saving thing, pseudo-Xuan armor, a yellow-level defensive armor, it can withstand attacks below the Gathering Spirit Realm, the starting price is five thousand spirit stones, see who the flowers fall to," the handsome man shouted loudly with a fan in his hand.

As soon as the words fell, the scene was in an uproar.

"I'm out of six thousand," a middle-aged man shouted.

"I'm out of eight thousand," said another man with a pimple on his face.

Selling a yellow-level armor for eight thousand is already a very high price, and everyone on the field is dumbfounded.

Some people are more than half a hundred years old, and they still don't stop, yellow-level armor is the rarest, and the refining process is also very difficult, those guilds and mercenary groups value this kind of armor the most, it is easy to get injured when hunting monsters, and armor can save your life.

"This guest officer has paid eight thousand, and who else is higher than eight thousand," shouted the handsome man with a hammer.

"I'm out of nine thousand," said an old man covered in dark spots.

"I'll give 10,000," shouted the middle-aged man who had made the first bid at first.

The scene couldn't sit still, and there was an uproar.

"Wow, a yellow-level armor sells for 10,000 spirit stones," the guests present discussed.

At this time, the flower dancer glanced at Zhang Xingjian.

"Official, I'm not interested in armor," the Flower Dancer stared tentatively at her.

"Although the armor is good, there are ten thousand taels of spirit silver, and it is difficult to escape from the ark, a few miles away," Zhang Xingjian shook his head and sighed, and took a sip of the wine glass.

"Ten thousand for the first time," the handsome man shouted.

"Ten thousand for the second time"......

In the end, the pseudo-Xuan armor was taken down by a middle-aged man.

"Next, the appearance of the object is a piece from the Eastern Empire, the hand of the weapon master, the crescent scimitar, the Xuan-level treasure, 10,000 shots," the handsome man clenched the hammer and struck it heavily.

The scene was a little uncontrollable, and some people began to open the Qiankun bag and count whether the spirit stones were enough.

"This is a masterpiece of the Eastern Emperor's weapon master, and the Xuan-level first grade can kill a master of the Gathering Spirit Realm," a thin-faced, bearded, old man blinked.

"Seriously," asked an old woman.

"This is true, the Eastern Empire was able to kill people beyond the level and sit firmly on Mount Tai back then, relying on this weapon industry technology, which can be called the head of the four countries," an old man said with a smug smile.

"Oh, it's terrible, I'll give fifteen," suddenly a bald middle-aged man next to him shouted.

"Yes, you're still in a hurry, I'll give you sixteen thousand," the old man said in a hurry.

"I'm not far behind, eighteen thousand," the old woman shouted as she slapped the table.

"Twenty thousand," said a strong voice from a first-class seat at this moment.

At the scene, everyone looked at the middle-aged man in the first class, who had a scar on his face, looking very domineering.

"It's him," the old man with a beard said with dilated pupils.

"This person is the leader of the beast hunting mercenary group, and I heard that if the things he fancies, if they are sold, they will also be killed and robbed of treasures in the end," the middle-aged man said cautiously.

In the end, you look at me, I look at you, and no one shouts the price.

The handsome man on the stage was about to shake the hammer, when suddenly a black-eyed man slapped his wine glass on the table from the second-class seat.

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"Twenty-one thousand," the dark-eyed man said fiercely.

"Down, disciple of King Dan, Lian Zhi," said the head of the Beast Hunting Mercenary Regiment.

"It's down there," the dark-eyed man said with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Can you give me Han a thin noodle, don't fight for me," Han Batian said tightly, holding the cup tightly.

"You beast hunting mercenary group, without my master King Dan selling the pill to you, see how you hunt demonic beasts in the Warcraft Forest," Lian Zhi picked up the wine glass and sniffed.

"I'll give you 10,000 spirit stones, don't fight with me," Han Batian put down his cup and said solemnly.

"This person is worthy of being a disciple of King Dan, but he really can't afford to offend, if you provoke this person, it is estimated that all the pharmacies of King Dan will not sell pills to you," the old man whispered to the people around him.

"It seems that Han Batian will not end well this time," the eight-character bearded old man muttered in a low voice.

"Well, for your sake, I won't fight with you, just bring it," Lian Zhi said with his hand outstretched.

But after a while, Han Batian walked over, grabbed Lian Zhi's wrist, and threw it over the shoulder.

Smack

"Oops," Lian Zhi rolled on the ground clutching his chest.

"King Dan has a disciple like you, it's really insulting to his old man's prestige," Han Batian said with a domineering smile.

"You, okay, all the pills in our pharmacy will not be sold to your army in the future," Lian Zhi said fearfully, holding his chest in fear.

There were more than 100 people on the field, looking at it with wide eyes, but they didn't expect Han Batian to dare to offend King Dan.

"You medicine sellers, you think you control the market, you think there is no place to sell it, if it weren't for the ark, you would have already gone to see Hades," Han Batian squatted down and looked at Lian Zhidao.

patted Lian Zhi's little face, stood up, and kicked it again.

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Flew to a wall, lying on his mouth foaming, his eyes staring at Han Batian angrily.

"A weak chicken who can only refine medicine and will not fail to cultivate, even a single foundation builder dares to take me as an enemy, hum," Han Batian said with a heavy slap on the table.

Everyone on the stage was also dumbfounded, especially the handsome man who didn't dare to speak out and held a hammer.

In the end, it was taken by Han Batian's 22,000 spirit stones, and no one dared to fight for it.