Chapter 122 Even if I give it to you, are you sure you can hold it? (Please collect and subscribe)

Magical weapons are divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and the most powerful top grade.

Every magic weapon is very extraordinary and has special abilities. Some can protect the body, some can prolong life, some can be immune to all diseases, and some can exorcise evil spirits. Some of these magic weapons

It can directly improve the monk's combat effectiveness.

Li Hao didn't expect that the pen on the stage was actually a top-quality magical weapon, called the Judge's Pen.

It's just a sealed magic weapon.

This is what the system prompts, and there is definitely nothing wrong with it.

Li Hao felt a wave of excitement in his heart and couldn't help but be excited.

And, it’s only five hundred thousand.

This is completely the price of an ordinary antique.

Obviously, even the auction house didn't know that this was a magical artifact. If they knew, it wouldn't be unusual for the price to start at hundreds of millions. The magical artifact is a real treasure that cannot even be measured by ordinary money.

As Luo Li's words on the stage fell, some wealthy people still raised their signs.

"Fifty-one million."

This rich man made a direct quotation.

But just as he put down his sign, someone raised his sign again.

"Five hundred and twenty thousand."

The rich man was very calm, and he calmly raised the sign and shouted.

"Five hundred and thirty thousand."

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

"Six hundred thousand."

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There were too many wealthy people in the market. Hundreds of thousands was really a piece of cake for them. Even though many people made offers to get this antique writing brush.

After a few minutes.

The price of this pen has been auctioned for one million.

One after another, some people gave up.

It's just an antique writing brush, and I don't know the exact year it was from. The price of one million is already very high.

Of course, there are also people who don't care about the money at all, they just like it and still make an offer.

"1.2 million."

When Luo Li saw this scene, a smile appeared on her face, she wanted this effect.

The higher the auction price, the more money the auction house will make, and the more remuneration she will get. Every time an item is auctioned, she will get a commission.

"Is there anyone else bidding?"

"One million and two hundred thousand times!"

"Twice a million and two hundred thousand."

"1.2 million"

Just when Luo Li's hammer was about to hit for the third time.

Someone else raised a sign.

"One million and three hundred thousand."

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on a man in Taoist robes, with a look of surprise on his face.

The person who spoke out was none other than Master Sanyang.

And Sanyang Zhenre directly added 100,000.

This was naturally what Li Hao asked Master Sanyang to do.

Li Hao must win this pen.

Now, the time is almost up, so Li Hao directly sends a soul message to Master Sanyang and asks Master Sanyang to bid for it.

When Master Sanyang made a quotation, the expressions of several people who had been quoting just now suddenly changed, and they obviously recognized Master Sanyang's identity.

This is a monk, a strong foundation builder.

If you compete with the other party for this antique and offend the other party, that is not a wise choice.

As a result, many people gave up immediately.

However, the middle-aged man who had just quoted 1.2 million suddenly frowned when he saw this scene, but he did not recognize Sanyang Zhenren.

His wife's family comes from a scholarly family, and her father-in-law is very fond of things like the Four Treasures of the Study. Moreover, it is his father-in-law's birthday in a few days. If he can get this antique pen, he can give it to his father-in-law.

Man, my father-in-law will definitely like it very much.

When the time comes, when my father-in-law is happy, he can give him some shares in the company, or give him a building or two, wouldn't it be great?

Therefore, this middle-aged man wants to buy this writing brush, and it costs one or two million. It's not a big deal, but he doesn't lack the money.

Ever since.

The middle-aged man raised the sign in his hand again.

"One million and four hundred thousand."

Another hundred thousand was added.

Luo Li was stunned when she heard the middle-aged man's offer again.

This guy is so brave.

Is this because they don’t know the other party’s identity?

Luo Li basically knew the identities of the people sitting in the audience. Naturally, she also knew that the man in Taoist robes was a monk and the only monk in the audience.

Those who are strong in foundation building are the real bosses, and there are only a handful of them in the entire Great China. Such people must not be offended unless absolutely necessary.

"One million and four hundred thousand times."

Luo Li said directly.

At this time.

Master Sanyang also looked at the middle-aged man opposite, and this middle-aged man happened to look at him.

"This master! I am Yang Taiping, a member of the Song family in Western Shu. My father-in-law likes this pen very much. My father-in-law is Song Qiansheng of the Qiansheng Group. Can you give me this pen? Thank you very much."

The middle-aged man said to Master Sanyang, directly stating his and his father-in-law's names, hoping that the other party would give this pen to him for the sake of Qiansheng Group.

"Qiansheng Group Song Qiansheng? Sorry, I haven't heard of it. Even if I give it to you, are you sure you can hold on to it?"

However, when Master Sanyang heard Yang Taiping's words, his face hardened and he said to Yang Taiping in a deep voice.

A powerful momentum spread out involuntarily.

At this moment, the expressions of everyone present suddenly changed. These people present were basically warriors, but they felt an oppressive aura descending on them, making them feel as if they could not breathe.

"Do you know who he is? How dare you talk to him like this?"

"Aren't you looking for death?"

"How dare you snatch something from a monk? Isn't this a flashlight in the latrine?"

“Don’t even Master Sanyang know about it?”

"Where did you get the courage? Did Liang Jingru give it to you?"

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Voices came out from beside Yang Tianping.

Yang Taiping's complexion suddenly changed color at this moment, and he was extremely shocked.

Monk?

The other party turned out to be a monk.

Damn it, he actually asked the other party to give it to him just now.

Isn't this looking for death?

Yang Taiping's face became extremely ugly, and with his words, the other party was obviously angry. A strong pressure came on him. He felt as if his whole body was going to explode, and his face was flushed.

red.

Your life depends on the other person's thoughts.

It's simply too scary.

"No, no, no, I don't want it anymore. Since the real person is interested in this antique brush, I will give it to the real person, and I will pay for the pen!"

Yang Tianping is also a person who has seen the world, and his mind is very smart. He suddenly said aloud and made a decision directly, that is, he paid for the brush and gave it to the other party, so as not to offend the other party, but also to

Buy a good one and make friends with them.

As soon as Yang Taiping said these words, Master Sanyang was also stunned.

This guy is quite witty.

But since the other party has to pay, why not do it.
Chapter completed!