However, neither Li Luo nor Pan Nanan had any small talk, and quietly waited for the transaction to begin.
The opening was uneventful, even a little boring. Zhuocheng Xionghao, who had lit the lamps at the tables, had long been impatient, and shouted to have sex faster. Li Luo listened to a few words and let out a sigh secretly, with a complicated look on his face.
He glanced at the people sitting in front of the table opposite where the life lamp was lit. They were both men and women. They all covered their faces with white gauze, but they couldn't hide the smell of nouveau riche who suddenly had money.
In front of the round table, a man and a woman were lined up. The man was over fifty years old, his beard and hair were half white. When his eyes opened and closed, cold electricity loomed. He was known as Mr. Ji. He was one of the few masters in Zhuocheng’s underground trade. It was said that no one could do it.
This old man has mastered ten tricks. If he has evil intentions and covets the treasures that appear in Zhuocheng's underground trading, he must first pass Mr. Ji's test. And this old man has been in charge of Zhuocheng's underground trading for nearly ten years. There is no
He once lost a barter treasure, which shows his extraordinary martial arts. The woman on the other side has a very cold expression. She is a perfect ice and snow beauty. She is tall and wearing a long skirt with her shoulders half exposed. She has ice-skinned jade.
The bones seem to be breakable by a blow, which is really tempting. What is even more eye-catching is the tattoo of a plum blossom in bud on the woman's shoulder. It is lifelike, falling red but not spitting it out. It is half beautiful and half charming. At first glance,
It can make people blush and make their hearts beat uncontrollably. She is such a beauty, Mrs. Mei, in the depths of the night. Li Luo looked at the woman a few more times. There was no color in his eyes, but some indescribable emotions. After a few breaths, he slowly turned around.
Come on.
At the moment, a weapon said to be inherited from ancient times was being sold on the round table. It was shaped like a long sword, with a slight curvature at the end. The spine of the sword was very thin and was good at stabbing, not conducive to slashing. It was very different from Dagan's ordinary swords.
"This sword is called Jingzhe. It is said to be an ancient thing. It can cut iron like clay. It is a rare magical weapon. The base price is three thousand taels. The one with the highest price will get it." Mr. Ji held up the Jingzhe sword and waved it gently.
With a wave, an iron bar two fingers wide was broken. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and it was indeed sharp. However, anyone with a discerning eye knew that no matter how good the magic weapon was, without internal strength, it would be difficult to cut the iron bar.
Everyone in the field was in a lack of interest, probably because they had seen too many magical weapons. Three thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. Except for a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, I am afraid no one would be willing to spend so much money to buy one that may not be used.
weapon.
Naturally, there are many people who are willing to spend money. As soon as Mr. Ji finished speaking, he heard a crisp and slightly charming voice shout: "Five thousand taels!"
Everyone was startled and looked up. It was the person sitting at a lighted table near the round table who was bidding. The man who was bidding was wearing a veil. While shouting the price, he was not idle at the same time. He grabbed the table.
The crisp pears on the top were lifted open and they ate happily. Everyone was talking about it, some sighed, some laughed, and some were waiting to watch the fun. The person who called the price went his own way, but he didn't pay attention to the comments and eyes of others.
In the heart.
After lighting the lamp, you have to bid to the end. If someone bids the price in the middle, you have to follow the bid. If you don't burn your eyes, you can only stay with the bid until no one bids. Everyone probably knows how much a treasure is worth.
If someone deliberately raises the price, he is no less than an enemy who hates killing his father or stealing his wife. No one is willing to cause such trouble for nothing.