Many sons, many blessings: My son is taking a concubine again!

The price of Qiankun Baojian soon passed the seven billion barrier.

But even so, it keeps skyrocketing.

"Seven billion and ten million!"

"Old man, who do you look down on, seven billion and twenty million!"

"Seven billion and ten million!"

"Seven billion and ten million!"

"Eight billion!" I don't know who shouted.

Everyone was shocked, and they all turned their heads to look, only to see that the person was a white-haired old woman, wearing a cyan robe, with strong fluctuations around her body: "This thing is old, don't grab it with me, otherwise... Lawfully kill on sight!!

"Shhh!" Many people gasped and were terrified.

Recognized it, everyone recognized it, that old woman was the real power figure of the Daozong Sect, terrifying, almost no one dared to provoke.

However, generalizations cannot be made.

Someone had messed with her before.

Then in less than an hour, it disappeared from the world.

You don't have to think about it, you know how it disappeared.

Many people simply can't think of any other explanation than being killed.

So at this moment, many people are shocked and dare not bid anymore.

"Since there is no one, then I will take this thing!"

The white-haired old woman laughed, and immediately took out a storage bag, which was exactly eight billion spirit stones, shining.

The owner of the auction hall was a little unhappy, and his face gradually sank.

He also wanted to price more for this thing, but he never thought that it would be spoiled.

He was still a little immortal and said, "Is there no one else besides this one?"

"No more!"

"We are not competing anymore!" Immediately someone said.

This is a young man, thief-eyed, with a flattering face.

It can be seen that he invited credit in front of the white-haired old woman.

The owner of the auction hall smiled happily and asked again: "Is there really no one?" There

was silence.

No one spoke.

It can be seen that everyone is very afraid of the white-haired old woman, after all, the Daozong of Kuangzheng is very strong in the Great Song Dynasty, and it is a behemoth, which they can't afford to provoke.

Since you can't afford to provoke it, you can only give up with tears.

However, more people are not afraid of the white-haired old woman, the white-haired old woman is a prominent identity, but they are not easy to mess with, and they are communicating in private at this moment: "After going out, besieged her!"

"Yes! Kill people, take treasures, and immediately go to other imperial cats, can the Dao Sect still be found?

"Makes sense, that's it!"

Seeing

that there was really no one in the field to bid anymore, the owner of the auction hall was very unwilling.

In his budget, at least ten billion must be auctioned, right?

But as a result, stop at 80 billion, and then do not move?

Did I make a mistake?

To be honest, this was a world away from what he expected, and he felt like he was losing money.

But at this point, there is nothing else to say, but to say: "Eight billion once!" "

Eight billion once!!"

"Eight billion once!!"

"Deal with tears!!"

If you look closely, you will find that the expression of the auction owner is very unwilling, but there is no way, it can only be like this.

Soon, the Qiankun treasure was delivered to the white-haired old woman.

And the eight billion top-grade spirit stones were also delivered to the auction owner.

The white-haired old woman stroked Qiankun Baojian, her heart was extremely excited, as if she was dreaming, but she also reacted quickly, things have been photographed, this place is no longer a place to stay for a long time, there must be many people looking at it, and they have to leave quickly.

"Ugh!!"

The white-haired old woman fled away in an instant, like a gust of wind, and disappeared directly.

All the people and horses looked at each other and shouted one after another: "Chase!!" "

Whoosh!!"

"Ugh!!"

"Ugh!!"

There was a sound of retreat in the field, and in an instant, all the seats became empty.

Su Qingge and Wang Xueqing were still sitting here.

"Young Master Su, shall we chase?"

Wang Xueqing said.

"Nonsense." Su Qingge took a step and disappeared here.

Wang Xueqing glanced at the auction owner, walked past him, and then disappeared.

It wasn't until three hours later that the owner of the auction hall realized it later, and said messily: "My grass, what about the spirit stones on my body!!" "

~~~~~~~~~

Chiyan City.

Eighty kilometers outside the city.

This is a wilderness place, and the pungent blood in the air is terrifying, and anyone who comes to smell it will feel shocked from the heart.

As far as the eye can see, there are bones everywhere, dead heads like worthless garbage, piled everywhere, and the stump of broken arms is like broken branches, all over the ground, making people feel like entering a slaughterhouse.

With a bang, the white-haired old woman fled here and suddenly stopped.

On the opposite side of her, there was a few uproars, and countless people and horses felt that they surrounded her.

"Old immortal, hand over the things!"

"Otherwise, today is your time to die!!"