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"It's Tang Jun, the young leader of the Tang clan!" Someone recognized the young man in room 2. Although he was not in summer, he was shaking a folding fan, or iron fan, but his face was covered and his eyes were evil. The iron fan and the mask make people feel a little different.

Iron fan is the symbolic weapon of Tang Shaozhu. Tang clan is famous for its concealed weapons. They have little contact with other sects, but no one dares to despise them. A family famous for its concealed weapons is frightening. The important thing is that once you get into a feud with them, no matter how good your martial arts are, you may die unconsciously.

The price of a hundred million yuan has exceeded the bottom line of most people. At this time, the young master of the Tang clan is no longer fighting with him. Tang Jun is arrogant and is determined to win the spirit beast bag.

"One hundred million!" Just when everyone thought that the spirit beast bag would return to Tangmen, a slow voice came from room 22.

In order to facilitate you to see the auction table, even the special room is not blocked. You can clearly see that there is an unknown young man sitting in room 22.

"Who is this man?"

"I don't know. It should be a casual practice!"

They began to talk again. Tang Jun was not happy. He thought he had got the bag of spirit beast. He didn't expect to kill Cheng Yaojin and a sanxiu on the way. He didn't pay attention to why he was fighting with himself. He said in a cold voice: "110 million!"

"111 million!" The voice in room 22 is tepid.

"Pa!" Tang Shaozhu closed the folding fan: "150 million!"

The price is too high and close to his bottom line, because he knows that there is a kind of spiritual grass he needs to auction in this auction. After all, he is only a small owner, and he can control about 500 million yuan. He has to keep at least 300 million yuan to auction spiritual grass, and even 300 million yuan is not safe. Moreover, he thinks that the price can shake the man back and make himself famous How can the young master lose to a sanxiu.

How could it be that the voice of room 22 came back slowly again: "151 million!"

Tang Jun's face was livid, and he stood up and looked at room 22. Chen Nan and he look at each other, leisurely with disdain.

"Young master!" An elder next to him pulled him for a moment and motioned him not to be impulsive.

"Hum!" Tang Jun sat on the chair, his face was not willing, and finally he was cruel. He bit his teeth and said: "160 million!"

The scene was silent, and no one had been with them for a long time. Watching them bid, an unknown sanxiu dared to compete with the young master of the Tang clan. He was bold and aroused everyone's interest.

"161 million!" No matter how he adds, chennan is a million more than him.

"He may have been asked by the auctioneer!" Chennan only adds one million yuan at a time, which makes everyone suspicious. Some people say that he is Tuo. Soon this proposal is accepted by everyone. Otherwise, how dare a casual monk raise the price with the young master of Tang clan.

"Young master, this person may be Tuo!" An elder reminded him.

Tang Jun also realized that this person might be Tuo, but now that he was in a dilemma, he gave up. He couldn't lose face, and a little bit of addition was not his style. He looked at room 22 and said in a deep voice: "180 million!" No matter whether the other party is Tuo or not, he must fight for a breath and keep his dignity as a minority owner. Moreover, he thinks that even Tuo should give in to this price.

What made him vomit blood was that the voice of room 22 floated out slowly again: "181 million!"

"Pa!" Tang Jun hit the table with a fan and cut off the corner of the table with a folding fan. Although he was angry, he couldn't help but gave up.

Finally, Chen Nan Ruyi photographed the beast bag, which also broke people's conjecture. A sanxiu dared to bid with Tang Shaozhu. He had courage and courage, so he attracted people's attention.

The auction continued, with good things coming on stage one after another, pushing the atmosphere to the peak and making the price more and more outrageous.

"What's on sale is a stone called meteorite gold!" Ji Yun opened the red silk, and a stone with a big bowl mouth was exposed. The so-called meteorite gold is a meteorite, which contains pure gold. After the friction and burning of the atmosphere, the remaining core part is the best material for refining.

Chen Nan's eyes brighten, and he already has cold and heavy iron. If you take a picture of meteorite gold, you can refine the flying sword. This meteorite will be photographed anyway.

Not only he, but also many big sects are eyeing meteorite gold.

Ji Yun looked around for a week and said with a smile, "the starting price of this meteorite is 80 million yuan, and the price increase should not be less than one million yuan each time. Now we start shooting!"

"85 million!"

"Ninety million!"

"120 million!"

The price of meteorite gold soared all the way up to 150 million in the twinkling of an eye.

"180 million!" Lianqitang has lost a piece of Taichu sacred wood. It's a must for this meteorite, and its price has increased by 30 million. Seeing that lianqitang is determined to win, and the price is already very high, the demand for meteorite gold is far less urgent for them than lianqitang, and they give up one after another."181 million!" Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, the voice of room 22 sounded again.

"Brush!" Many people's eyes turn to Chen Nan again. Many people realize that this man is a fat pig, and he has no family or faction. Without the support of faction, it's easy to start. His eyes become playful.

The eyes of the man in the refining hall sweep over like a sword. Chennan sweeps back quietly. The man hums coldly: "210 million!" He wants to let chennan give up by strength.

"230 million!" This time Chen Nan didn't add a little bit, and the other side tit for tat.

"Three hundred million!" The big man was obviously a little angry. He suddenly increased the price by 70 million yuan. Moreover, the weapon refining hall is famous all over the world, and they also have this confidence.

"310 million!"

The price soared all the way, and was eventually carried to 350 million by two people. This stone can be used to refine a flying sword. Chennan wanted to win it at all costs. Although it was not common, it was not as good as the wolf tooth mercenary regiment. Moreover, he won the financial war just ended. Even if he spent tens of millions to shoot meteorite gold, he would not hesitate. For him, resources are more than anything It's important.

A disciple pulled the sleeve of the bearded man and said, "martial uncle, we can't afford to worry about this kind of person. This kind of person obviously has a lot of money and is stupid. He's just a casual practitioner and has no support. When the auction is over, we Hey, hey

Qiu bearded man nodded, and he would vomit blood if he continued to fight. The other party was obviously in a daze. Killing him on the road once and for all, he could not only get meteorite gold, but also make a windfall, so he stopped bidding and slowly leaned on the chair.