Chapter: 7017
"Zhuowen, if you hadn't met me, maybe I wouldn't bother looking for you! Since you sent me to your door, I'll pat you to death!"
The ghost boy thought to himself, seeing Zhuo Wen as an ant, and didn't care too much.
At this moment, the bidding for the ghost's death knell in the auction house is getting more and more fierce, and the bids are getting higher and higher.
The price of the Sky Ghost Death Knell has reached a sky-high price of 500,000 yuan.
On the high platform, Qiye's beautiful eyes sparkled, already filled with a different brilliance.
This time, the auction house stipulated that if the Sky Ghost Death Bell could be auctioned for 500,000 yuan, it would have reached the standard.
But now, she has reached the target, and seeing the intensity of the bidding, the price will only be higher.
"Six hundred thousand contribution points!"
Suddenly, an old voice came from the honored seat No. 5, and instantly increased the price by 100,000 points.
The voice that was originally fiery bidding suddenly fell silent.
600,000 contribution points, even for those big shots in the distinguished seats, is considered a very high price.
Some people have already started to stop quoting, but they don't have so many contribution points!
"Six hundred and twenty thousand points!"
"Six hundred and thirty thousand points!"
However, there are still two honored seats, which are competing with No. 5 honored seat.
"Seven hundred thousand points!"
No. 5 honored seat bid again, raising the price to 700,000 points at once.
The two boxes that originally bid for it fell silent immediately.
Qiye was ecstatic, she knew that this order was overfulfilled, and she actually auctioned off 700,000 contribution points.
"Are there any customers who want to bid? This is the eighth-rank star soldier. It is a rare treasure. If you miss it, you may never meet it again in the future!"
Qiye was persuasive and seductive, scanning the boxes in front of her with her alluring eyes, expecting someone to continue bidding.
It's a pity that the distinguished seats were silent, and no one made any more offers.
Seven hundred thousand contribution points is definitely a sky-high price. Even if someone wants to buy it, the contribution points are not enough!
Qiye was quite disappointed, and tapped three times with a small hammer, finally finalizing the ownership of the ghost's death knell.
"Congratulations to the customers in the No. 5 VIP seat box, successfully photographed the death knell of the ghost! Later, please come to the inner hall of the auction house to pick up your goods!" Qiye smiled brightly at the No. 5 noble seat.
After finishing speaking, Qiye bowed deeply to the audience, and said with a wink: "Thank you for your support, today's auction was successfully completed! The next auction will start, and Qiye will notify everyone. I hope you will continue to support Oh me!"
In the private room, Zhuo Wen watched Qiye retreat into the curtain, then left the private room with Old Man Anxi and others.
The moment Zhuo Wen walked out of the box, Zhuo Wen seemed to be aware of the stairs on the third floor.
There, Xing Hangshu and a group of people were walking downstairs slowly.
Xing Hangshu's indifferent eyes stared at Zhuo Wen, making people very uncomfortable.
Zhuo Wen ignored Xing Hangshu, his eyes fell on a child beside Xing Hangshu.
This child looks about seven or eight years old, but there is an ancient and vicissitudes of life in his body.
What moved Zhuo Wen's heart even more was that the aura of the childish boy was very terrifying, and it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
There is no doubt that Zhitong is a more powerful existence than Old Man Anxi and Liyinglong.
Perhaps feeling Zhuo Wen's gaze, Zhitong slowly raised his head, and a pair of eagle-like eyes fell on Zhuo Wen's body.
The moment their eyes met, the old man Anxi put his palm on Zhuo Wen's shoulder and pulled him behind him.
The old man Anxi stared at the young boy solemnly, and said, "Ice Ghost King, long time no see!"
Zhitong shrank his eyes slightly, then looked at the old man Anxi, and said coldly: "So it's Anxi! It's been a long time, you're not staying in the Xuyan realm, why are you here outside the battlefield?"
The old man Anxi smiled lightly: "After staying in the same place for a long time, I'm naturally tired of it, so come here to try something new!"
Zhitong nodded, but he was not talking, but led Xing Hangshu, Anxi old man and a group of people past him. JrNovels.com
The ghost boy thought to himself, seeing Zhuo Wen as an ant, and didn't care too much.
At this moment, the bidding for the ghost's death knell in the auction house is getting more and more fierce, and the bids are getting higher and higher.
The price of the Sky Ghost Death Knell has reached a sky-high price of 500,000 yuan.
On the high platform, Qiye's beautiful eyes sparkled, already filled with a different brilliance.
This time, the auction house stipulated that if the Sky Ghost Death Bell could be auctioned for 500,000 yuan, it would have reached the standard.
But now, she has reached the target, and seeing the intensity of the bidding, the price will only be higher.
"Six hundred thousand contribution points!"
Suddenly, an old voice came from the honored seat No. 5, and instantly increased the price by 100,000 points.
The voice that was originally fiery bidding suddenly fell silent.
600,000 contribution points, even for those big shots in the distinguished seats, is considered a very high price.
Some people have already started to stop quoting, but they don't have so many contribution points!
"Six hundred and twenty thousand points!"
"Six hundred and thirty thousand points!"
However, there are still two honored seats, which are competing with No. 5 honored seat.
"Seven hundred thousand points!"
No. 5 honored seat bid again, raising the price to 700,000 points at once.
The two boxes that originally bid for it fell silent immediately.
Qiye was ecstatic, she knew that this order was overfulfilled, and she actually auctioned off 700,000 contribution points.
"Are there any customers who want to bid? This is the eighth-rank star soldier. It is a rare treasure. If you miss it, you may never meet it again in the future!"
Qiye was persuasive and seductive, scanning the boxes in front of her with her alluring eyes, expecting someone to continue bidding.
It's a pity that the distinguished seats were silent, and no one made any more offers.
Seven hundred thousand contribution points is definitely a sky-high price. Even if someone wants to buy it, the contribution points are not enough!
Qiye was quite disappointed, and tapped three times with a small hammer, finally finalizing the ownership of the ghost's death knell.
"Congratulations to the customers in the No. 5 VIP seat box, successfully photographed the death knell of the ghost! Later, please come to the inner hall of the auction house to pick up your goods!" Qiye smiled brightly at the No. 5 noble seat.
After finishing speaking, Qiye bowed deeply to the audience, and said with a wink: "Thank you for your support, today's auction was successfully completed! The next auction will start, and Qiye will notify everyone. I hope you will continue to support Oh me!"
In the private room, Zhuo Wen watched Qiye retreat into the curtain, then left the private room with Old Man Anxi and others.
The moment Zhuo Wen walked out of the box, Zhuo Wen seemed to be aware of the stairs on the third floor.
There, Xing Hangshu and a group of people were walking downstairs slowly.
Xing Hangshu's indifferent eyes stared at Zhuo Wen, making people very uncomfortable.
Zhuo Wen ignored Xing Hangshu, his eyes fell on a child beside Xing Hangshu.
This child looks about seven or eight years old, but there is an ancient and vicissitudes of life in his body.
What moved Zhuo Wen's heart even more was that the aura of the childish boy was very terrifying, and it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
There is no doubt that Zhitong is a more powerful existence than Old Man Anxi and Liyinglong.
Perhaps feeling Zhuo Wen's gaze, Zhitong slowly raised his head, and a pair of eagle-like eyes fell on Zhuo Wen's body.
The moment their eyes met, the old man Anxi put his palm on Zhuo Wen's shoulder and pulled him behind him.
The old man Anxi stared at the young boy solemnly, and said, "Ice Ghost King, long time no see!"
Zhitong shrank his eyes slightly, then looked at the old man Anxi, and said coldly: "So it's Anxi! It's been a long time, you're not staying in the Xuyan realm, why are you here outside the battlefield?"
The old man Anxi smiled lightly: "After staying in the same place for a long time, I'm naturally tired of it, so come here to try something new!"
Zhitong nodded, but he was not talking, but led Xing Hangshu, Anxi old man and a group of people past him. JrNovels.com
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