Chapter 1120
In the passage is the slightly dark corridor. Go along the corridor to the end and turn a corner. In front of Zhuo Wen is the magnificent and huge auction site.
I saw the dazzling seats and the auction platform built by glittering and translucent crystal gemstones, all of which were amazing in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
"Two distinguished guests, I'll take you to the vacant VIP seat." at the end of the corridor, a charming maid with extremely hot figure came over with a smile, but her eyes were basically on Ziyang.
People with discerning eyes can see that Ziyang's breath is much more terrible than Zhuo Wen. Obviously, the identity of Ziyang emperor's martial arts is self-evident.
In the maid's opinion, Ziyang should be the Lord, and the young man in black robe is the servant who follows, so her eyes are basically locked on Ziyang.
However, Ziyang's next performance made the maid look slightly stiff. Ziyang bowed his head to Zhuo Wen and said, "master, what do you mean?"
"Master?" the charming maid's whole body was slightly stiff, and her beautiful eyes began to be put on Zhuo Wen. She didn't expect that the black robed youth in the early days of Tianzun was actually the master of the strong emperor.
"Lead the way!"
Zhuo Wenyun said this sentence lightly, but he didn't feel any dissatisfaction because of the maid's different attitude just now.
"OK, two distinguished guests come with me."
After finding that she had made a mistake, the maid blushed and hurried with the two to the inner room. After selecting a vacant seat, the maid hurriedly left the seat.
The seat has a small area of more than ten square meters. In the center of the seat is a seat full of fluff. In front of the seat, there is a large window. Through the window, Zhuo Wen can see that the open space under the crystal platform has gathered a flood of terrorist people.
The VIP seats are basically on the second floor. The distinguished guests sitting on the VIP seats can just overlook the ordinary martial artists gathered below.
There are about ten such VIP seats on the second floor, showing a ring around the whole auction house in the middle. On the VIP seat opposite Zhuo Wen, there is a blood Luo with a red vertical bar in the middle of the eyebrow at the entrance of the channel just now.
Blood Luo Zi just glanced at Zhuo Wen opposite him indifferently, and then put his eyes on the auction platform below again.
In the next room of xueluozi, there was Prince Yanluo and his party. The latter obviously noticed Zhuo Wen here, because he knew that Ziyang around Zhuo Wen was a strong emperor, so Prince Yanluo showed a trace of interest in Zhuo Wen.
Other VIP seats are more or less filled with other figures. Obviously, they should be figures of other major forces in Shura City, otherwise they can't be qualified to sit in the VIP seat.
The waiting didn't last long. Above the open auction house, there was a loud bell, and a handsome young man with a smiling mouth slowly stepped out of the red curtain behind the crystal platform.
"Eh? It's Lun Jia. Is this guy going to preside over the auction?" Prince Yan Luo and xueluozi looked at the young people gathered on the high platform, couldn't help but show a look of surprise and murmured in a low voice.
Prince Yan Luo and blood Luo Zi didn't deliberately lower their voices, so Zhuo Wen naturally heard it clearly and couldn't help looking at the smiling young man on the crystal platform.
This person is Lun Jia, a genius of Jianing auction house, and an evil spirit juxtaposed with Prince xueluozi and Prince Yanluo. He is also the highest cultivation achievement of the emperor and has terrible combat power.
Of course, although Lun Jia's role as the auctioneer of this auction has surprised many people, people pay more attention to the upcoming auction. After all, every auction will basically have some greedy treasures, and this time should be no exception.
"Hello everyone, many people should recognize my identity, so I don't intend to introduce too much! The purpose of your coming here is the auction, so I don't intend to talk nonsense. Now go straight to the subject and the auction will begin."
To everyone's surprise, Lun Jia spoke and acted without hesitation, which made those martial artists who broke the expectation of the auction feel a little satisfied.
As soon as the good news of Lun fell, the red curtain behind it slowly opened, and then a strong light shone. Behind the curtain came two men dressed as bodyguards, holding a blue long sword in both hands. The sword body has a trace of water blue brilliance, and the inadvertent surging breath is extremely surging.
"This sword is called Han Guang. It is a Lingbao of the imperial rank. It cuts iron like mud and is extremely sharp. It contains extremely strong ice attribute. If a martial artist who practices ice attribute skill holds this Han Guang, he will be able to make its power to a higher level and complement each other. The reserve price is 100000 medium spirit stones. You can bid now."
Lun Jia slowly took the cold light and gently danced a sword flower with his right hand. Suddenly, a cold air burst out, which made the temperature of the surrounding space have a sharp downward trend.
Looking at the cold light in Lun Jia's hand, Zhuo Wen leisurely sat on the seat, fumbled for the armrest with his palm, and had no interest in his eyes. With Zhuo Wen's current wealth, Zhuo Wen is only the lower grade Lingbao of the imperial rank, which really can't move him.
The people in the other VIP seats were silent. Obviously, their ideas were similar to those of Zhuo Wen. Lingbao such as Han Guang really lacked attraction to them.
Although the people in the VIP table are not interested in it, those ordinary martial arts people below are flocking to it. For ordinary martial arts people like him, the imperial level Lingbao can be regarded as an extremely rare Lingbao. For a moment, it resounded through the sound of endless competition.
The bidding did not last long, but was taken down by a rather insignificant thin man below at the price of 180000 Chinese spirit stones. After the successful bidding, the man was very smart and quietly left the auction place.
This is Shura city. The law of the jungle has evolved to the extreme. If he doesn't stop in time, he may become a snipe and clam in the eyes of others.
After the cold light was auctioned off, under the auspices of Lun Jia, there were a variety of dazzling treasures, such as armor, skill, magic medicine, etc., which can be described as rich in categories, but most of them could not enter the eyes of the VIP audience.
Therefore, after about half an hour of the auction, there was no bidding in the VIP seat on the second floor, which seemed a little strange silence.
Dong!
The slightly dull bell rang again, and the curtain behind Lun Jia opened again. Immediately, a graceful maid came slowly with a silver plate in her hand. On the silver plate, there was a silver cover.
Lun Jia took the silver plate and opened it slowly. Suddenly, a terrible cold filled the whole empty area of the auction house, and even formed an ice blue storm shadow over there.
Many people present were caught off guard, shivering and trembling all over by the cold.
Shua Shua!
All eyes focused on the opened silver plate. Immediately, the people were stunned to find that a beating ice blue heart was holding on the silver plate, and while the heart was beating, it could gush out a terrible cold whirlwind. The bone chilling air made some less powerful martial artists quite afraid.
"Huh?"
On the VIP seat, Zhuo Wen's eyes suddenly coagulated. At the moment, the holy symbol of ice on his left hand was in a commotion. He keenly realized that when the ice blue heart appeared, the xuansoul ice butterfly hidden in the holy symbol began to move.
He could clearly feel the desire consciousness of Xuanping ice butterfly. Obviously, Xuanping ice butterfly was very eager for the ice blue heart.
"I'm afraid it's very good for xuansoul ice butterfly, boy, auction it." Xiaohei's voice suddenly sounded, making Zhuo Wen nod.
Other people at the VIP table were also agitated. Their eyes focused on the ice blue heart on the silver plate. Their eyes were full of burning color. The heart was extraordinary at first sight, which naturally aroused their interest.
"This is the heart of Han Luan bird. As for Han Luan bird, I don't need to introduce it. This bird is a yuan beast living over the bitter sea in the far north of Shura island. The adult Han Luan bird basically has the cultivation of heaven, and the heart in my hand is taken from the adult Han Luan bird."
"The heart of Han Luan bird is of great benefit to those who practice the cold attribute skill. It can even speed up their practice. Its value is self-evident. The base price is 300000 medium grade spirit stone."
The voice of Lun Jia and Qingyue rang out, but the reserve price of 300000 Chinese spirit stones made the scene silent. For ordinary martial artists, 300000 is already a large amount.
"Three hundred and twenty thousand!"
"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"
“……”
However, the silence only appeared for a few minutes, and the martial artists began to bid in the open space. Although the reserve price of the heart of the cold Luan bird is really scary enough, it is priceless for the martial artists who practice the cold attribute skill.
When the price soared to 500000, the voice of on-site bidding also became very few or even none.
"Is there anyone else bidding?"
Lun Jia said, but his eyes were on the VIP seat. He knew that the heart of Han Luan bird should be enough to impress these guys. If these guys bid, the final price is often beyond expectations.
"Five hundred and fifty thousand! I think you should give me one with my blood Luo Zi's face?" blood Luo Zi chuckled, and a slightly feminine voice rang out, showing a trace of evil smile in his quite handsome face.
"Ha ha! This thing is of no use to me. Why not give it to you?" Prince Yan Luo said faintly, obviously not going to fight.
And other VIP seats are also in silence. Obviously, xueluozi's face is still great. They don't want to offend such people.
Lun Jia's eyes twinkled and said with a smile, "is there anyone else bidding? If not, the heart of the cold Luan bird is owned by the blood Luo Zi."
"Ha ha! Lun Jia, with my blood Luo Zi's face, there must be no bidding. Just hit the hammer..."
Blood Luo Zi's eyes are full of pride. Even Prince Yan Luo doesn't argue with him. Who else dares to offend his blood splash gang and bid with him?
"Five hundred and sixty thousand!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and soon the blood Luo Zi's face became stiff, and the scene also fell into a rather strange silence
I saw the dazzling seats and the auction platform built by glittering and translucent crystal gemstones, all of which were amazing in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
"Two distinguished guests, I'll take you to the vacant VIP seat." at the end of the corridor, a charming maid with extremely hot figure came over with a smile, but her eyes were basically on Ziyang.
People with discerning eyes can see that Ziyang's breath is much more terrible than Zhuo Wen. Obviously, the identity of Ziyang emperor's martial arts is self-evident.
In the maid's opinion, Ziyang should be the Lord, and the young man in black robe is the servant who follows, so her eyes are basically locked on Ziyang.
However, Ziyang's next performance made the maid look slightly stiff. Ziyang bowed his head to Zhuo Wen and said, "master, what do you mean?"
"Master?" the charming maid's whole body was slightly stiff, and her beautiful eyes began to be put on Zhuo Wen. She didn't expect that the black robed youth in the early days of Tianzun was actually the master of the strong emperor.
"Lead the way!"
Zhuo Wenyun said this sentence lightly, but he didn't feel any dissatisfaction because of the maid's different attitude just now.
"OK, two distinguished guests come with me."
After finding that she had made a mistake, the maid blushed and hurried with the two to the inner room. After selecting a vacant seat, the maid hurriedly left the seat.
The seat has a small area of more than ten square meters. In the center of the seat is a seat full of fluff. In front of the seat, there is a large window. Through the window, Zhuo Wen can see that the open space under the crystal platform has gathered a flood of terrorist people.
The VIP seats are basically on the second floor. The distinguished guests sitting on the VIP seats can just overlook the ordinary martial artists gathered below.
There are about ten such VIP seats on the second floor, showing a ring around the whole auction house in the middle. On the VIP seat opposite Zhuo Wen, there is a blood Luo with a red vertical bar in the middle of the eyebrow at the entrance of the channel just now.
Blood Luo Zi just glanced at Zhuo Wen opposite him indifferently, and then put his eyes on the auction platform below again.
In the next room of xueluozi, there was Prince Yanluo and his party. The latter obviously noticed Zhuo Wen here, because he knew that Ziyang around Zhuo Wen was a strong emperor, so Prince Yanluo showed a trace of interest in Zhuo Wen.
Other VIP seats are more or less filled with other figures. Obviously, they should be figures of other major forces in Shura City, otherwise they can't be qualified to sit in the VIP seat.
The waiting didn't last long. Above the open auction house, there was a loud bell, and a handsome young man with a smiling mouth slowly stepped out of the red curtain behind the crystal platform.
"Eh? It's Lun Jia. Is this guy going to preside over the auction?" Prince Yan Luo and xueluozi looked at the young people gathered on the high platform, couldn't help but show a look of surprise and murmured in a low voice.
Prince Yan Luo and blood Luo Zi didn't deliberately lower their voices, so Zhuo Wen naturally heard it clearly and couldn't help looking at the smiling young man on the crystal platform.
This person is Lun Jia, a genius of Jianing auction house, and an evil spirit juxtaposed with Prince xueluozi and Prince Yanluo. He is also the highest cultivation achievement of the emperor and has terrible combat power.
Of course, although Lun Jia's role as the auctioneer of this auction has surprised many people, people pay more attention to the upcoming auction. After all, every auction will basically have some greedy treasures, and this time should be no exception.
"Hello everyone, many people should recognize my identity, so I don't intend to introduce too much! The purpose of your coming here is the auction, so I don't intend to talk nonsense. Now go straight to the subject and the auction will begin."
To everyone's surprise, Lun Jia spoke and acted without hesitation, which made those martial artists who broke the expectation of the auction feel a little satisfied.
As soon as the good news of Lun fell, the red curtain behind it slowly opened, and then a strong light shone. Behind the curtain came two men dressed as bodyguards, holding a blue long sword in both hands. The sword body has a trace of water blue brilliance, and the inadvertent surging breath is extremely surging.
"This sword is called Han Guang. It is a Lingbao of the imperial rank. It cuts iron like mud and is extremely sharp. It contains extremely strong ice attribute. If a martial artist who practices ice attribute skill holds this Han Guang, he will be able to make its power to a higher level and complement each other. The reserve price is 100000 medium spirit stones. You can bid now."
Lun Jia slowly took the cold light and gently danced a sword flower with his right hand. Suddenly, a cold air burst out, which made the temperature of the surrounding space have a sharp downward trend.
Looking at the cold light in Lun Jia's hand, Zhuo Wen leisurely sat on the seat, fumbled for the armrest with his palm, and had no interest in his eyes. With Zhuo Wen's current wealth, Zhuo Wen is only the lower grade Lingbao of the imperial rank, which really can't move him.
The people in the other VIP seats were silent. Obviously, their ideas were similar to those of Zhuo Wen. Lingbao such as Han Guang really lacked attraction to them.
Although the people in the VIP table are not interested in it, those ordinary martial arts people below are flocking to it. For ordinary martial arts people like him, the imperial level Lingbao can be regarded as an extremely rare Lingbao. For a moment, it resounded through the sound of endless competition.
The bidding did not last long, but was taken down by a rather insignificant thin man below at the price of 180000 Chinese spirit stones. After the successful bidding, the man was very smart and quietly left the auction place.
This is Shura city. The law of the jungle has evolved to the extreme. If he doesn't stop in time, he may become a snipe and clam in the eyes of others.
After the cold light was auctioned off, under the auspices of Lun Jia, there were a variety of dazzling treasures, such as armor, skill, magic medicine, etc., which can be described as rich in categories, but most of them could not enter the eyes of the VIP audience.
Therefore, after about half an hour of the auction, there was no bidding in the VIP seat on the second floor, which seemed a little strange silence.
Dong!
The slightly dull bell rang again, and the curtain behind Lun Jia opened again. Immediately, a graceful maid came slowly with a silver plate in her hand. On the silver plate, there was a silver cover.
Lun Jia took the silver plate and opened it slowly. Suddenly, a terrible cold filled the whole empty area of the auction house, and even formed an ice blue storm shadow over there.
Many people present were caught off guard, shivering and trembling all over by the cold.
Shua Shua!
All eyes focused on the opened silver plate. Immediately, the people were stunned to find that a beating ice blue heart was holding on the silver plate, and while the heart was beating, it could gush out a terrible cold whirlwind. The bone chilling air made some less powerful martial artists quite afraid.
"Huh?"
On the VIP seat, Zhuo Wen's eyes suddenly coagulated. At the moment, the holy symbol of ice on his left hand was in a commotion. He keenly realized that when the ice blue heart appeared, the xuansoul ice butterfly hidden in the holy symbol began to move.
He could clearly feel the desire consciousness of Xuanping ice butterfly. Obviously, Xuanping ice butterfly was very eager for the ice blue heart.
"I'm afraid it's very good for xuansoul ice butterfly, boy, auction it." Xiaohei's voice suddenly sounded, making Zhuo Wen nod.
Other people at the VIP table were also agitated. Their eyes focused on the ice blue heart on the silver plate. Their eyes were full of burning color. The heart was extraordinary at first sight, which naturally aroused their interest.
"This is the heart of Han Luan bird. As for Han Luan bird, I don't need to introduce it. This bird is a yuan beast living over the bitter sea in the far north of Shura island. The adult Han Luan bird basically has the cultivation of heaven, and the heart in my hand is taken from the adult Han Luan bird."
"The heart of Han Luan bird is of great benefit to those who practice the cold attribute skill. It can even speed up their practice. Its value is self-evident. The base price is 300000 medium grade spirit stone."
The voice of Lun Jia and Qingyue rang out, but the reserve price of 300000 Chinese spirit stones made the scene silent. For ordinary martial artists, 300000 is already a large amount.
"Three hundred and twenty thousand!"
"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"
“……”
However, the silence only appeared for a few minutes, and the martial artists began to bid in the open space. Although the reserve price of the heart of the cold Luan bird is really scary enough, it is priceless for the martial artists who practice the cold attribute skill.
When the price soared to 500000, the voice of on-site bidding also became very few or even none.
"Is there anyone else bidding?"
Lun Jia said, but his eyes were on the VIP seat. He knew that the heart of Han Luan bird should be enough to impress these guys. If these guys bid, the final price is often beyond expectations.
"Five hundred and fifty thousand! I think you should give me one with my blood Luo Zi's face?" blood Luo Zi chuckled, and a slightly feminine voice rang out, showing a trace of evil smile in his quite handsome face.
"Ha ha! This thing is of no use to me. Why not give it to you?" Prince Yan Luo said faintly, obviously not going to fight.
And other VIP seats are also in silence. Obviously, xueluozi's face is still great. They don't want to offend such people.
Lun Jia's eyes twinkled and said with a smile, "is there anyone else bidding? If not, the heart of the cold Luan bird is owned by the blood Luo Zi."
"Ha ha! Lun Jia, with my blood Luo Zi's face, there must be no bidding. Just hit the hammer..."
Blood Luo Zi's eyes are full of pride. Even Prince Yan Luo doesn't argue with him. Who else dares to offend his blood splash gang and bid with him?
"Five hundred and sixty thousand!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and soon the blood Luo Zi's face became stiff, and the scene also fell into a rather strange silence
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