When the price of the three evil temple statues exceeded 400 Star Pills, the number of bidders immediately decreased. This was already a very high price, and not many people could afford it.
Yang Ji held 800 Star Pills and had an overdraft limit from the Auction Pavilion, so he took his time. No matter how much his opponent added, Yang Ji kept up with him.
The number of people participating in the auction increased from eight to six to three. Yang Ji could clearly feel the resentment of the other party. But he didn't care at the moment.
The three statues of the temple are destined to be in his hands. With his current financial resources, no one can compete with him. Unless the person in room 108 goes crazy again.
"520 Star Pills!"
Yang Ji looked at the booth and threw out a number calmly, without any fluctuation in his heart. This was a normal auction, and normal could no longer be normal.
Increase the price, increase the price, increase the price...all parties compete, and in the end the strong one wins.
The whole process was uneventful, all it took was financial resources.
The surroundings were quiet, and the few people who had been clinging to him before suddenly fell silent.
520 Star Pills, this is a very high number, close to the limit of the three evil temple statues.
Yang Ji could feel their hesitation.
The hesitation finally turned into retreat, and Yang Ji knew that he had succeeded.
"...Congratulations to the guests in VIP Room No. 45!"
After bidding three times, the white-haired old man laughed, raised an arm, and pointed in the direction of Yang Ji's room, feeling extremely relieved.
Another big deal has been made! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!
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Chapter completed!