In short, they spent a total of millions of medium-grade Holy Spirit Stones on the auction before, and the auction commission alone was as high as more than 300,000, and only one-third of the 100,000. Zhang Qingsong refused to give him this little face.

"He Kunliang, do you think your face is valuable? In my eyes of Zhang Qingsong, you are nothing!" Seeing that He Kunliang was rude and wanted to use his identity as a minister in his words to suppress him, Zhang Qingsong raised his eyebrows.

Yidao auction has been around for tens of thousands of years, and the rules cannot be broken by saying that they are broken. Even if Shen Zhengxing, who is known as the leader of the nine courtyards of Yidao Palace, comes, he will say the same thing.

He Kunliang is just a history of the hospital, and has the least qualifications. He ranks at the bottom in the history of the hospital, and he even wants to use his name to defeat him. It’s really irrelevant.

After saying that, Zhang Qingsong snorted contemptuously, turned around and left, too lazy to pay attention to him anymore.

"Rareless, you dare to disrespect the history of this hospital!" As the history of the hospital, He Kunliang usually has a word in the Seven Star Academy, and has never been so despised. He was already depressed and had no place to vent his resentment. At this time, he felt a wave of evil fire whizzing upwards, and in an impulse, he slapped Zhang Qingsong behind him.

"Bold!" Zhang Qingsong did not expect that He Kunliang would do something to him, and he would attack him behind his back. He Kunliang was just angry for a moment. In fact, he had no idea of ​​attacking him. However, Zhang Qingsong did not think so much in a hurry, and directly slapped him out with a backhand.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, He Kunliang soared into the air, and then blood gushed to the ground.

This scene made everyone who had not left the auction house stunned. No one expected that He Kunliang would let go of Zhang Qing in impulse, and he did not expect that Zhang Qingsong would be so disrespectful and slapped him out with one palm. But He Kunliang was sneak attacking in front, and even if he was seriously injured by him, he had no place to make any reason.

"Hey, are you okay?" Just as everyone was stunned, the old liar with white hair responded in time, and rushed forward with an arrow and supported He Kunliang.

"No... it's okay!" He Kunliang said two words with difficulty. God proved that his palm just now was just slapped it casually in anger, without using all his strength at all, and even did not hurt Zhang Qingsong. However, Zhang Qingsong was attacked from behind and did not think much about it, but he had no reservations when he took action. This palm made his qi and blood reversal meridians break, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

"It's fine if it's fine. When did you agree to double compensation? "The old liar said in a long sigh. If he hadn't been thinking about what He Kunliang said, he wouldn't bother to care about his life or death.

"Do you think I still have money to pay you?" He Kunliang said with a sad face. The profit-making loan note in Deng Juebao's hand was enough to make him never make a comeback in his life. Where did he get the money to pay the old liar, and it would double it...

"What, no money? If you don't have money, do you double what you say to me? Do you deliberately make me funny, right?" The old liar was furious, and threw He Kunliang on the ground as soon as he rushed forward and punched and kicked him.

Poor He Dayuanshi, who had just been severely injured by Zhang Qingsong's palm, has not recovered yet, and he can't stop his violent beating. He just had a long nose bleeding in a few breaths, and his face swollen into a pig's head.

"Stop, let go of our college master Shi!" Finally, several disciples from the Seven Star Academy came to their senses and rushed up quickly.
Chapter completed!