Fatal Concubine

Chapter 69 Auction 2
The meaning in this sentence is that as long as you have money, you are a master. Kung fu and money are separated in these two things, and you only recognize money but not kung fu and people.

"Okay, take out the treasure quickly, I can't wait."

"Yes, yes, they are all here to compete for treasures, not to listen to your nonsense."

Some impatient sects below began to be dissatisfied.

Seeing this, the man on the stage slapped his hands, his face became serious, and he said loudly: "Everyone, there is a treasure that has never been obtained in the thousand years of our auction history."

Accompanied by his passionate voice, the wooden rectangular box in front of him was slowly opened, and a silver light flashed out suddenly, the light was as fierce as a wild beast that had not yet been tamed, arrogant and even more arrogant.

Everyone around started to straighten their bodies inadvertently, and stared at the wooden box on the stage without blinking. That ray of light aroused everyone's interest.

He even began to be excited to know what kind of treasure could emit such a wild light.

Zhu Yeling's eyes flashed, and the light at that moment reached the depths of her eyes, as if the waves of a calm and deep lake were stirred up by a stone, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

The wild light seems to be pulling, and it seems to be declaring its power.

Silence, soundless silence.

In this silence, the man on the stage waved his hand, and the originally bright auction house was pitch black, leaving only a few faint lights.

"Everyone, please be careful." The thick voice made people's hearts beat with excitement. Following the man's words, he stretched out his hand and presented a peerless sword in the wooden box to everyone's eyes.

At the same time as taking out the sword, a bright silver light sprayed out, and a strong breath rushed towards the face, almost suffocating, it was whiter and more dazzling than the light radiated by the moon, this is... this is The so-called thousand-year-old sword?

Zhu Yeling was surprised. At this time, she was completely attracted by the thousand-year-old sword, and her eyes were fixed on it, as if only she and the ancient sword were looking at each other in the auction house.

"This is a thousand-year-old sword. It is said that it was enchanted by the heavenly soldiers and left behind in the world. It cuts iron like mud. Moreover, this sword is extremely spiritual. This sword is unique in the world."

"boom."

As soon as the man's words fell, the VIPs in the auction below exploded in disregard of their manners, and some almost jumped up excitedly, "My God, it's really a thousand-year-old sword, it really is." Song Wu stared at the shiny sword in disbelief.

"I've heard about the power of a thousand-year-old sword, but I didn't expect it to be auctioned today." Jiang Yun stood up with a shock, completely in disbelief.

The thousand-year-old sword, apart from the Holy Fox Ling, is what everyone in the world wants most. It is said that the sword has disappeared for a long time, and it suddenly appeared in Jinyao Auction House today, which is really shocking.

"I'm going to decide on this precious sword." Chen Fang clenched his hands into fists, he couldn't control his excitement, his eyes greedily stared at the thousand-year-old sword.

Compared with everyone who was shocked and excited and completely lost their composure, Chasing Wild Spirit was calmer.

Because, it's very simple, this ancient sword belongs to her, and no one can take it away. If you want to ask her where did she get her confidence, two words... Intuition.

"Sure enough, it's a good sword. Ling'er will give you one as a gift, okay?" Jingu Temple watched Zhuye Ling drinking tea comfortably, and guessed it in his heart, although he was not completely sure what Zhuye Ling was thinking. , but after all, they have been together for six years, so they can more or less guess anything.

The man on the stage seemed to have expected everyone's gaffe, so he didn't say much. With a wave of his hand, the extinguished crystal lamp was turned on again.

In the bright light, the thousand-year-old sword's shiny and smooth body, plus the exotic patterns on it, exude a western beauty.

When the lights came on, all the people present here were famous and respected sect figures. After a brief gaffe, they immediately controlled their emotions.

"There is no reserve price for the thousand-year-old sword. If the price is less than our ideal price, then we have the right not to auction it and transfer it to other countries." The man on the stage nodded slightly to everyone, then waved his hand, and the auction began. .

There was a brief silence.

"50 million!"

"51 million!"

"One million!"

No one opened their mouths to give decimals, and as the bidding on the field became louder and louder, the atmosphere almost reached a climax.

The other sects didn't bid at the beginning as if they had negotiated, they were waiting for the most suitable opportunity!

"300 million!" Hengshan faction Jiang Yun was the first to shout.

"400 million!" Song Wu of the Tang Sect also followed closely behind, looking at Jiang Yun provocatively. Just as the sparks between the two continued, Huashan Chen Fang said: "500 million!"

Bidding up to this point is obviously beyond the reach of some small sects. Even if you have money, you have to consider whether you have the strength to compare with those big sects.

There are only six or seven relatively large sects competing, and no one is willing to give in, so the price has been rising rapidly.

"800 million!" "900 million!" In the final competition, the asking price of one million was shocking every time the price was called.

"1000 million!" Song Wu of Tangmen shouted, 1000 million, 1000 million, his heart was bleeding when he shouted, but if he missed this auction of the peerless sword, there will be no more in the future.

"Ten thousand and one million!" The Huashan faction was unwilling to give in, and the price went crazy again, but the one thousand and one million, all in one go, was no small matter for the Huashan faction.

"500 million." Sun Xiang of the Kongtong sect glanced at the other sects, and it seemed that none of them would give up easily...

In today's auction, when financial resources were being compared, the financial resources of the several sects were about the same... The final result made people look forward to it with excitement.

"2000 million." Just as everyone was silent, Zongquan Sect, who had not moved all this time, finally spoke. Zongquan Sect is the oldest of these schools, and its financial resources are also outstanding. Who would dare to pay 2000 million yuan? bidding.

Zhu Yeling turned his head, looked at the Zongquan faction whose eyes were red with excitement, and glanced at the people below, his eyes moved slightly.

2000 million is too little... The peerless sword should reach the pinnacle of sky-high prices...

"Twenty-five million." Just after the Zongquan faction spoke, Gong Nayue, who had been watching the bustle, also spoke with a smile. The noble, lazy and magnetic voice made the people present startled, and they all turned to the voice. origin of.

This man was dressed in white, noble as this banished fairy man, playing with the bar in his hands, a man and a woman sitting with him, the man in red was enchanting, the woman was cold and plain.

Everyone wondered, what are the identities of these people, who dare to compete with the Zongquan faction?

Having said that, I have never heard of such a handsome man after so many years in the rivers and lakes, and the background behind him is also unknown. Twenty-five million is not a small sum, can they really come up with it?
"Stinky boy, which school do you belong to? Do you have that much money for 500 million!" The Zongquan disciple looked at Gong Nayue upstairs with contempt on his face.

"Brother, this is an auction house, it doesn't matter which faction you belong to, as long as you have money." Accompanied by Gong Nayue's voice.

Zhu Yeling's cold and murderous eyes swept towards the group of Zongquan sect, be arrogant, let's see how long you can be arrogant.

"3000 million!" Jiang Zhi, the representative of Zongquan Sect, said unwillingly, making it clear that He Gongnayue was on the fence.

"Three thousand and one million!" Gong Nayue said gracefully as before, without even looking at the Zongquan faction downstairs.

With a bang, everyone was so surprised that they couldn't be more surprised, this man was obviously against the Zongquan faction.

(End of this chapter)