"No hurry!" Qin Yu glanced at VIP Room No. 2 and said indifferently.
Judging from the voice, the bidder should be young, so he was deliberately making a point to give himself a slap in the face. Qin Yu knew this person's mentality very well.
Also, what is certain is that this person's identity must be unusual, otherwise, there is no way he would dare to do this.
After pondering for a while, Qin Yu said to Tong Kuangwu and Ni Chen: "You two should leave and play with me in a play. Since this person wants to play, I don't mind playing with him." Then, Qin Yu began.
Account.
After Tong Kuangwu and Ni Chen left, Qin Yu said calmly: "The bidding needs to be suspended. I have sent someone to get some Hunyuan Essence Iron."
There was silence in the auction hall.
Ten thousand kilograms of mixed essence iron.
King Realm Hunyuan Fine Iron, which only a few of the top 100 forces can produce... I didn't expect that the Cursed Blade would fetch such a sky-high price this time.
Could it be... is this Cursed Blade really so precious?
Otherwise, why would this madman insist on taking the cursed blade?
Could it be that...this Cursed Blade has other unknown secrets?
Suddenly, the monks in the auction venue began to let their thoughts run wild, imagining the great secrets contained in this cursed blade.
"That must be the case. Otherwise, why would this madman not hesitate to borrow Hunyuan Jingte to take down this cursed blade?"
As for what Qin Yu said about "taking", everyone instinctively thought of "borrowing". After all, "taking" sounds better than "borrowing". Otherwise, who would "put" the Hunyuan Essence Iron on others?
"I don't know who this bidder is. I'm afraid that someone who can offer ten thousand kilograms of Hunyuan Essence Iron is definitely not an ordinary person."
"This man is just going to cause the madman to bleed profusely. I don't know who will end up with this cursed blade."
"If you dare to bid with a madman, this person is extremely terrifying in terms of identity and financial resources. I am afraid that he is already standing at the top of the world."
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Listening to the discussion of the monks at the auction venue, Lu Xiangyang in the VIP Room No. 2 could not suppress a smile on his face.
To be honest, since arriving in the main city of Lingxiao, Lu Xiangyang has heard almost all about Qin Yu. He is young and energetic and naturally resents it, especially after he believes that Qin Yu is pretending to be someone related to gods and demons.
, if Mr. Yan beside him had not allowed it, Lu Xiangyang would have exposed Qin Yu to his face.
But this time, when he came to participate in the auction, he did not make trouble unreasonably, so Mr. Yan could not stop him.
At this time, when he heard the comments from the people around him, Lu Xiangyang was so ecstatic that he could only look up to the sky and laugh wildly.
"Mr. Yan, how much stuff did we bring this time, and how much Hunyuan Essence Iron can be converted into it?" Lu Xiangyang suddenly thought of something and said.
"If all were converted, it would be more than 40,000 kilograms. But young sect leader, this cursed blade is weird and abnormal, and it is not worth the price. Moreover, there was a top monster in the sect who got this cursed blade, but for some reason
I handed this cursed blade to someone else, but I didn't expect to encounter it here again." The rickety old man in white clothes on the side said hoarsely.
"I've heard about this, and naturally I won't get my hands on such an evil thing. I see a fanatic wanting it, and I'm just playing with him. The more he wants it, the more I'll make him bleed. If I can
It would be best to let him come and take action in the end." Lu Xiangyang said with a smile, he really wanted Qin Yu to come and kill him, so that he would have reason to let Mr. Yan take action and reveal this person's true identity.
"Young Sect Master, it's enough for fun." Mr. Yan looked at Lu Xiangyang dotingly and said hoarsely. He really didn't care about Qin Yu's identity, but there was no need to take the initiative to provoke others.
Yan Lao wanted to say that he should pay attention to being played by this madman, but he did not say it in the end, because if this was the case, he would just tell Qiankun Pavilion. As for the rest, there is no need, as long as
Young Sect Master, I wish you had fun.
"Well! I want to see how much he can borrow. Today, I am going to tear off his disguise and let everyone know the true identity of this madman. At that time, the forces that he stepped on will probably cut him into pieces.
, Haha..." Lu Xiangyang nodded and laughed coldly.
Not long after, Tong Kuangwu's figure flashed away and entered the VIP room No. 1. It was Tong Kuangwu.
Qin Yu, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently: "Eleven thousand catties!"
At this moment, an arrogant voice sounded: "Twelve thousand catties!!"
This voice was filled with endless arrogance, as if it didn't even care about heaven and earth, and the owner of this voice was none other than Ni Chen arranged by Qin Yu, but the voice had changed.
But there is no need to be careful about the arrogance in his voice, because Ni Chen is already an arrogant person, but he is more honest in front of Qin Yu.
All the monks at the auction venue were shocked, because the sound did not come from VIP Room No. 2... Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, it actually
Lu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment and looked around, trying to find the speaker, but he didn't find it. His face was not surprised but happy, and said: "Haha, if you don't take action now, someone will play with that madman. Now there is someone."
I watched the show."
"Thirteen thousand catties!" Qin Yu said in a low voice.
"Fifteen thousand kilograms, this cursed blade, I will decide on it!!" There was endless arrogance and arrogance in the voice.
The monks at the auction venue were silent, this was beyond their imagination.
You know, this Cursed Blade, which used to be the most expensive, did not exceed 5,000 jins, but now it is sold for 15,000 jins??
Are these two people crazy, or does this Cursed Blade really have such value?
But if it really has such value, it will surely be discovered by others over countless years.
Everyone was stunned.
"Twenty thousand catties!" Qin Yu said in a deep voice.
"Twenty-five thousand catties! Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you. Who has more Hunyuan Jingtie? I want to compete with you." The arrogant voice echoed in the auction venue.
At this time, no one thought about whether they could really get so much, but they were thinking about who it was.
"Thirty thousand catties!" Qin Yu said sharply.
"Thirty-one hundred pounds! Come on! Let's see how you find me." The arrogant voice shouted, echoing in the sky.
"Forty thousand pounds! Don't let me find you!" Qin Yu roared angrily!
"Bang!" A burst of sound exploded from VIP Room No. 1.
The monks at the auction venue were speechless. They all heard the anger and murderous intent in Qin Yu's voice.
They were all shocked, who was that arrogant voice that dared to provoke this madman like this!
After a long time, the arrogant voice did not appear.
"This is the first time the cursed blade weighs 40,000 pounds!" said the old man on the auction stage.
"Fifty thousand catties!!" A burst of laughter came from VIP Room No. 2, almost not saying that you have the ability to come here!!
There was silence in VIP Room No. 1.
"Cursed Blade, fifty thousand kilograms of Hunyuan Fine Iron for the first time."
"Cursed Blade, fifty thousand kilograms of Hunyuan Fine Iron for the second time."
"The cursed blade, fifty thousand kilograms of Hunyuan fine iron..."
"etc!!"
"three times!"
Lu Xiangyang's smile in VIP Room No. 2 suddenly froze and he roared violently, but it was already too late.
"Now that the dust has settled, can we ask this fellow Taoist to come up with 50,000 kilograms of Hunyuan Essence Iron?" Qin Yu's voice echoed in the auction venue!
"Are you kidding me?" Lu Xiangyang suddenly woke up and shouted sternly.
Hao Jingshen and the other four stood up with a "soaring" sound.
Qin Yu raised his right hand to signal the four of them not to be impulsive, and said indifferently: "It's your honor for me to play with you."
