God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 1139 Finale (2)

"coming!"

Prince Feng Buzhan stood up abruptly.

At this moment, how can he stand still?

The previous auction had already tortured him to the point of going crazy, he wanted those good things too!

But for the crown, he can't!

The more auctions, the more confident he is!

The fact that the Holy Spirit Auction can produce these good things overturned his cognition and made him a little afraid!

But now, I can't take care of that much.

"The crown! The crown of my palace!"

He stared at the red hijab in Bai Duanwu's hand.

The crown is wrapped in it, and the outline is so obvious.

How can ordinary cloth block the crown's light?

Through the cloth, one can see streaks of purple awns, flickering among them.

Crown Soul!

Feng Buzhan is 100% sure, this is the real crown!

"No matter what the price is, I must get it!!!"

He leaned on the wall and roared, wishing that the whole world would know that he was determined to win.

It's a pity that the sound insulation of the cubicle is so good that it can't be heard at all.

His soul fluctuated greatly, which immediately attracted the attention of Yue Qingcheng and Di Bugu.

Yue Qingcheng froze for a moment, "It's really naughty."

Huayan actually did such tricks in Feng Buzhan's cubicle.

His voice could not be heard at all.

He didn't bid before, so he didn't find that the voice couldn't come out even now.

Yue Qingcheng didn't take it seriously, and refocused her eyes on the stage.

brush!

Bai Duanwu waved his hand and lifted the red hijab.

The crown, which is golden but also emits purple awns from the inside out, appears in front of the world!

It was so bright, as if the only shining star in the night sky attracted the attention of everyone present.

"The crown is priceless, so I won't quote the reserve price, you guys start bidding!"

Bai Duanwu shook his head.

The closer he is to the crown, the greater the visual impact!

"No! The crown belongs to me, no one can bid!"

Feng Buzhan grabbed the handle of the chair with extraordinary momentum, and stood up angrily.

however……

No one paid any attention to him.

Never even looked back.

Feng Buzhan was almost exasperated, didn't these people take him seriously, and they all partnered to ignore him?

"Bold!" He gritted his teeth.

Still no one looked back, as if he hadn't made a sound at all.

Bidding is already in full swing.

Feng Buzhan slowly felt something was wrong.

"Go, go outside the door and see if you can hear Ben Gong's voice!" He looked around coldly.

The guard who was terrified by his anger and hid in the corner quickly got up, went out, and closed the door.

"Can you hear it?" Feng Buzhan asked.

No one answered.

"I'm asking if you heard it!"

He held back his temper.

After a while, there was still no response.

He was so angry that the auction of the holy spirit was simply too deceptive!

How dare you fool him!

He opened the door, trembling with anger, his eyes seemed to kill, "Didn't you hear?"

The trembling guard nodded violently.

Feng Buzhan sneered a few times, "Okay..."

"Okay!"

He kicked the guard into the air, then strode towards the watching glazed board, kicking hard.

boom!

The noisy auction was immediately covered by this voice.

As soon as everyone looked up, they saw a large glazed panel falling from the sky, and hurriedly avoided it.

There was a crackling sound on the ground like glass.

Everyone looked up and saw Feng Buzhan coming out of it.

"I……"

Iron Lady snorted coldly, not giving him a chance to speak harshly, "You don't need to say anything, prepare to lose money!"

PS: Jiageng, happy birthday to Yu Bai, okay~

(End of this chapter)