"One hundred million!"

The voice was neither salty nor light, but it shocked the audience, and even the bored people on the third floor were stunned.

It seemed to be 55 million before...it suddenly surged 45 million?!

However, after seeing clearly that the box was issued, many people began to feel relieved.

"So it's the madman of No. 87... Well, this is very normal, yes, very normal..."

The 100-year-old smash naturally shocked many people, but for some major forces, this is nothing. For example, in the No. 3 box on the third floor, several serious people were looking at the dark dagger over and over again, without being affected by others at all.

"Why, have you seen it?" One of the men rubbed his eyes and asked to the companion.

The person being asked was a middle-aged man, and he shook his head when he heard this.

"I can't tell what material it is. It shouldn't be forged by metal on the earth. It's very likely that it was brought by that cosmic storm three hundred years ago."

"Don't be damaged in the cosmic storm?" Several middle-aged people were moved when they heard this.

"Boss, what do you think?" Everyone looked at the captain. As serious soldiers, they ordered everything based on the words of the commander.

"Well~~ Our target is not him. Think about it, the Wang family won the dagger, so there is no reason why they didn't study it secretly. Now they are auctioned, they will definitely get nothing. I'm afraid the dagger is not worth much." The captain was not lost and made a very organized analysis.

"If you can get the 200 million yuan, take it down. If you can't get it down, don't want it!"

"Okay, anyway, those guys give more money, and it doesn't affect the 200 million less."

This is the second time that the 100 million bid was called out. In the box No. 87, Ye Xiaole wrote his fists tightly and slowly began to relax. The dagger would be his own.

"The nameless dagger has 100 million..."

"110 million!" A slightly solemn voice sounded unexpectedly, and the source of the sound was box No. 3!

"Do you still have to force me..."

Ye Xiaole's fists trembled.

"The third floor has taken action. Old guy, you're defeated this time. It's better to get involved with No. 3. If you wave your hand, you won't die anymore. I'll save my energy, haha..." He smiled fiercely.

"Haha, it makes you arrogant. No. 3 is a military member. It depends on how you challenge this time!" Tie Poshan laughed without any grace.

Knowing that No. 3 doesn’t know who No. 3 belongs to the Holy Spirit, they are secretly staring at the direction of No. 87. This time they want to see the mysterious old man who even dares to insult the Tie family, and whether they dare to challenge the boss on the third floor!

"I dare to ask who is the friend of No. 3?" A voice from No. 87 finally came, and the owner's emotions could not be heard.

"Friend, this dagger may be helpful to the research of the alliance. Please give it to us." The captain said, "Yi Lingran, and he put himself on the commanding heights at once.

"It's not a big deal. The country is just barking. If you have the ability to grab it, you can grab it! 150 million!" This time, Ye Xiaole's voice came quickly. He had no chance of retreating. He just spoke out just to ask who No. 3 was, just in case he couldn't find the place if he went to grab it.

Now from the other party's tone, you can think of it with your heels, the official representative of the China Alliance!

"Friend, do you know~"

"I just know that if you don't yell, this dagger is mine!"

"Okay, 200 million, if you add me, don't want it, but you will put it on our blacklist." The captain's threat is full of meaning.

"I'm called Dad Qin. I wrote it clearly when I was recording my name, 21 million."
Chapter completed!