"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand! ……”

Suddenly the auction was full of sounds, and everyone was attracted by the crystal ball instrument for the finale of this first game, thinking about how to prolong life, how to reverse the fortune of heaven, and control wealth.

After a while, the asking price reached "800,000!" ”

Xiao Ci, the auction supervisor, said: "This gentleman bid 800,000 yuan! Is there anything higher? 800,000 for the first time, 800,000 for the second time......"

Someone sneered: "800,000 want to take it away? Joke, I'm out a million! ”

"Wow! ……………”

All eyes brushed over to the man, and he finally won the crystal ball for a million.

Xiao Ci said: "The joy flies so fast, many people are lucky today, and they all came to the Hongchang auction today, because the next thing is the main event, the second lot .........."

With the atmosphere of the auction, Xiao Ci is also very good at hanging the lead, so that everyone can enter her thinking guidance and pay out of her pocket comfortably.

A long time has passed, and it has really come to the main event, Xiao Ci smiled slightly, and his flaming red lips raised slightly: "Next, there is an imperial magic weapon, cold iron fist!" ”

“！！！”

Wise Heaven stood up directly! Guo Qiang on the side was startled: "Brother Zhitian, what do you want to do?" ”

Zhizhitian smoothed his heartbeat: "It's okay, I'm not going to rob it on the spot." ”

Four cheongsam slit beauties pushed a small golden red carpet car and brought a pair of fist gloves, which were cold iron fist gloves.

There is no doubt that this is the cold iron fist that he was snatched by Wu Jian in the wild.

Xiao Ci said excitedly: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time, right? That's right, this is the main event, the imperial magic weapon, the cold iron fist, I don't have to say much about the function, right? It is not only the imperial weapon, but also a symbol of the strength and weakness of the monks, which is extremely difficult for us to collect in the Hongchang auction, which consumes a lot of manpower and material resources, and its starting price is 80,000, and the price is not less than 10,000 each time. ”

Wise Heaven pressed to withstand the hot fluctuations in his heart: "Cold iron fist, I am bound to win." ”

looked at Guo Qiang: "Senior Brother Guo, when you have to, please lend me money." ”

Guo Qiang was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Uh... No problem. ”

"Ninety thousand!"

"One hundred thousand!"

………

"One hundred and eighty thousand! ……”

Zhizhitian met a few acquaintances, as if he met in Nan'an Temple, and Yan Lixue was also bound to win: "Two hundred thousand!" ”

Soon the asking price came to 300,000, and seeing that Zhitian was about to move, Guo Qiang couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhitian, this cold iron fist is no longer worth the price, do you still want to shoot?" ”

Wise Heaven nodded and said, "In my heart, it is priceless. ”

Guo Qiang said: "It is so important to you? ”

Wise Heaven said: "It is the inheritance of my master. ”

Guo Qiang nodded, and at this time, Xiao Ci began to look around and said, "The first time that the Imperial Magic Weapon Cold Iron Fist has ......... Second...... Third ........."

Just when everyone thought that the cold iron fist was slapped by Yan Lixue, Zhizhitian raised his hand: "Three hundred and twenty thousand." ”

Yan Lixue looked at that person with resentment, was he actually a wise day? She also brought 100,000 yuan, and asked them to borrow money, and there was a total of 300,000 yuan, but there was no money to shoot again.

Zhizhitian threw an apologetic look at her: "I want this boxing glove." ”

Xiao Ci finally decided: "...... The third ......... of the Iron Fist Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the auction for 320,000 Shenwu coins. ”

Generally, the price of imperial swords and knives is about 500,000 to 800,000 yuan, and the cold iron fist gloves, because there are few people practicing boxing, are not worth much, at most 250,000, 320,000 is far beyond this value, and no one is competing for it.

Sure enough, the next lot was the Imperial Sword Weapon, but it had nothing to do with Zhizhitian, he was only interested in the Cold Iron Fist, because this was one of the inheritances left by Shisheng, and he had to keep it.

Suddenly, someone discussed: "Look, it's a person leaving the sword, but it's good that I didn't shoot the broken boxing gloves, otherwise I would have missed it." ”

Zhizhitian handed over the money, put the cold iron fist into the storage bag, and got up to leave: "Senior Brother Guo, let's go." ”

Guo Qiang said: "You don't shoot anymore? ”

Wise Heaven said: "No money. ”