"I'll ......" Just when a middle-aged man wanted to make a bid, a person next to him hurriedly grabbed the man and didn't know what to say in his ear.

After that, the middle-aged man quickly withdrew his hand and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't see the lot clearly just now." ”

The enchanting only smiled faintly and did not blame it.

"There is no price increase for the second lot." Enchanting smiled and looked around, seeing that no one reacted, "500 gold yuan for the first time, 500 gold yuan for the second time, 500 gold yuan for the third time, deal." ”

As the dust settled on the word 'deal', Biwan looked at Gu Juechen speechlessly, this person easily auctioned the second lot in this way.

The most important thing is that he said it so directly and nakedly in front of the chief manager of Shengtian Auction House, and he was safe and sound.

This should be attributed to his identity and the forces behind him, and sure enough, in this era of martial arts, forces and fists can speak.

This also greatly stimulated Biwan's confidence and determination to become stronger and work hard to cultivate.

"Hehe, see it, this is the charm of my personality." Gu Juechen's smug smile came from the other end of the voice.

"Well, it's not satisfactory."

"What do you mean by being unsatisfactory," Gu Juchen argued unconvinced.

"The charm is average, if it's really that charming, the enchanting should be served directly with both hands." Biwan got cheap and behaved, and said painlessly, forcing Gu Jiechen to be speechless.

"That's it, that's it...... Haha......" Su Ping on the side also coaxed.

Seeing that there was no response from Chuanyin Ming for a long time, the two looked at each other and smiled, waiting for the third lot to appear.

It didn't take long for a third lot to appear on stage.

"Now let's start the auction of the third lot, the Red Soul Moon Sword." Enchanting took the Red Soul Moon Sword and showed it on the stage: a beautiful woman is a good sword, and the soul is haunted.

Biwan walked quickly to the railing, looking at the Red Soul Moon Sword with a warm look.

"That waste seems to have taken a liking to the sword."

"Huh...... What about it, wishful thinking. ”

"It's ......"

Enchanting sword pranayama: "This Red Soul Moon Sword is a five-star earth weapon, and after the contract is completed, it may become a heavenly weapon." The most important thing is that this sword can be contracted by both the samurai and the controller. ”

"Samurai and Controllers can be contracted, and they can also become celestial weapons, which is indeed a good treasure."

"Well, such a treasure is hard to find."

"That's it, a random one-star sword with a ground weapon sold tens of thousands of gold dollars before, and I don't know who this sword is."

Seeing that everyone's discussion was hot, Enchanting raised her hand slightly, and the hall immediately quieted down: "If you want to contract this sword, you must have strong spiritual power, otherwise you can't control it, and your soul will be eaten back." ”

As soon as the enchanting words came out, they immediately caused a sensation.

"Let's start shouting, the Red Soul Moon Sword starts at 2,000 gold yuan."

Listening to the bewitching low price, Biwan immediately couldn't wait to shout the price: "3,000 gold yuan." ”

"4,000 gold dollars."

"5,000 gold dollars."

The price soared all the way, and by the time it reached 15,000 gold dollars, no one had made any more bids.

Biwan's tight little face relaxed slightly, but at this moment, someone offered 16,000 gold yuan.

Biwan looked at a private room on the third floor, her eyes were full of worry and nervousness, and she had an expression of desperate support for you if you bid again.

"16,000 gold won for the first ......"

"20,000 gold dollars." Biwan gritted her teeth and bid.

Biwan's face tightened, and she naturally looked at the private room she had just bidd, hoping that they would not bid again.

But a sentence naturally floated out of the private room: "22,000 gold yuan." ”

Biwan slammed her fist on the railing, frowning at the private room, as if begging for mercy......