Chapter 69: Marquis Wu in White and Young Man in Mai
In the bloody auction house, the appearance of Ye Haihua was undoubtedly a blockbuster, attracting bidders, spectators, discussions, and others with other thoughts.
The bidding began to heat up.
In half an hour, the price of Ye Haihua soared to 20 million. The face of the red-sleeved lady on the Lede stage was full of charming smiles. Her eyes were flowing back and forth among the people, full of charm.
Up to now, although there are only four people left bidding, it is undoubtedly a battle of intrigue.
Song Yuanyang and Song Chen had already walked out of the box and were standing in the corridor, looking at the Ye Haihua below, exuding a mountain-like momentum.
The posture of the man in white has not changed. The bamboo hat perfectly conceals his gloomy face, which is twisted together, and there is murderous intent in his eyes.
As for the young man in linen clothes... the price bidding was still a bit awkward, and the price increase each time was not much. But even though his palms were sweating, he kept gritting his teeth and persisted.
"Twenty-three million!"
Lin Huang called out the price again, but never left the box. Perhaps in the eyes of everyone, it was the Blood Clothes Alliance calling out the price, but only Lin Huang knew that he was pulling the skin of a tiger.
"Three million... The Blood Clothes Alliance is indeed very wealthy, and they can still increase the price by three million!"
"After all, the person standing behind him is Jia Wanjin. How can he be compared with ordinary forces?"
"I'm afraid someone is going to quit!"
…
In the box, Lin Huang frowned and increased the price by three million at a time. His intention was to show his confidence and make someone leave.
Although Lin Huang's confidence was not enough.
When he went out, Lin Huang grabbed a lot of property from the Shenjiang Mansion, but after all, the Shenjiang Mansion was not in the business of making money.
"Father, twenty-three million is already close to our limit. If there are any more, the brothers in the pavilion will suffer from the northwest wind."
Song Chen gritted his teeth and looked at the box of the Blood Clothes Alliance with some resentment. The two forces were already at odds with each other. After today, the conflict may escalate again.
Song Yuanyang frowned, but his thoughts were not as simple as Song Chen's. A pair of eagle eyes stared at the man in white clothes and bamboo hat below, seeming to be thinking about something.
"If you continue to increase the price, you must kick that man in white off the field first!"
Han Qixiu's voice came from the box.
Song Yuanyang also nodded, understanding that Han Qixiu had something in mind with him. The man in white was a genuine strong man from the Marquis of Wu.
If he is allowed to get the Ye Hai Flower, it will not be easy to snatch it.
But if the man in white is forced to withdraw from the competition, the Ye Haihua will be obtained by the other two, making it much easier to snatch it.
The best case scenario is that the silly young man wearing coarse linen clothes wins the karma flower.
In this way, the empty-handed white wolf will basically succeed.
"Twenty-five million!"
Afterwards, Song Yuanyang made an offer. Although Tiansong Pavilion and Han Qixiu couldn't offer so much money, they were all gangsters after all, so they were very confident.
really……
After Song Yuanyang made the bid, the man in white, who had never made any movement, reached out and pressed the hat.
Seeing this, Song Yuanyang couldn't help but reveal a proud smile. He knew that his plan was successful. This powerful man from Wuhou should be leaving.
But the next moment, the smile on Song Yuanyang's face froze.
After pressing down on the bamboo hat, the man in white suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Song Yuanyang. Song Yuanyang could see that face clearly.
A frighteningly pale face.
The pair of eyes that were as cold as daggers made Song Yuanyang feel chilled all over his body in an instant.
He saw the man in black robes smiling at him, with the corners of his mouth cracked, as if the impermanence of hell was waving to him with a soul-enchanting chain.
Then, the man in white lowered his head again and said unhurriedly:
"Twenty-five million...zero one tael!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar.
No one would have thought that this man in white would only add one or two. This was obviously an insult to Tiansong Pavilion.
The confidence of the strong man Wuhou is indeed extraordinary.
"Father...Father..."
Song Chen's face on the side was extremely pale. He had also seen that face just now, that frighteningly pale face.
"Mr. Han..."
Song Yuanyang began to beat his heart. He had seen many powerful men from Wuhou, but he had never felt such a strong smell of death. He found that he was really frightened.
"..."
There was a long silence in the box.
Han Qixiu had just seen that face, and now his heart was already filled with shock. He vaguely guessed the origin of that face.
But if it weren't for Ye Haihua, his meridians that were extracted by Xiao Yishan would be...
"never mind!"
After a long time, Han Qixiu said hoarsely, his withered palms clenched tightly until they turned blue. If he were an ordinary Wuhou strongman, with the support behind him, he might still be able to fight.
But the origin of this person made him a little scared.
Even fear.
Listening to the sounds coming from the box, Song Yuanyang finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and his back was already soaked without realizing it.
After a four-party competition, Tiansong Pavilion is now out!
In the box of the Blood Clothes Alliance, Feng Wanli was playing with a string of beads, his eyes passing over the profile of the man in white, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, and then he motioned to Tu Gang beside him:
"It's ready!"
Just now the man in white looked up and saw that face.
Then the young man in Mai asked for a price:
"Twenty-six million taels!"
"Twenty-six million and one tael!"
Then the voice of the man in white came out again. He didn't understand. Even Tiansong Pavilion didn't dare to make a mistake in front of him. How could a young man in ragged clothes have the confidence to challenge him.
Is this a newborn calf who doesn’t know the consequences?
In the box, Lin Huang fell silent. Many people saw the face of the man in white, so he naturally saw it too.
That frighteningly pale face, with a strong yin energy lingering between the brows. If he is not born like this, then he has practiced some evil technique.
And the young man in linen clothes was also looking at the man in white at this moment.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The young man in Mai had an obvious look of fear on his face, but he gritted his teeth tightly and refused to let go. He slowly raised the sign in his hand and called
road:
"Twenty-seven million!"
"Twenty-seven million and one tael!"
The man in black spoke immediately, his bloodless lips curled up with a hint of cold murderous intent.
"Twenty-eight million taels!"
Lin Huang spoke up in the private room Feng Wanli. He ignored the silent threat from the man in white. He only knew that if he missed Ye Haihua this time, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.
Um?
The man in white frowned and turned to look at the box where Lin Huang was sitting. Anger grew in his heart. He originally thought that the withdrawal of Tiansong Pavilion would make some people know what to do.
It’s just that this young man in sackcloth is just a fool. How dare you, the people from the Blood Clothes Alliance, get in the way?
At this moment, the auction house also became quiet. Looking at the somewhat strange situation of the three-party competition, I couldn't help but hold my breath.
Young man in sackcloth.
Man in white.
Blood Clothes Alliance.
The young man in sackcloth is really shabby in his clothing, and it doesn't look like he is a wealthy master. His strength is only at the level of Earth Element. Why has he been refusing to give in?
Although the Blood Clothes Alliance is rich and powerful, there is no strong man from Wuhou in charge. Why would they dare to challenge the man in white?
And thinking about it, the man in white felt extremely aggrieved and angry.
It is so difficult for a mighty Wuhou to take a picture?
While everyone was contemplating and paying attention, the young man in sackcloth turned his head, looked at the red sleeves on the stage, and asked awkwardly: "But... can I use items as collateral?"
At this moment, the hand of the young man in sackcloth tightly held a silver and jade necklace with clear characters of Qinglong.
The young man in Mai asked awkwardly, but the eyes of the people in the auction house almost dropped. At this moment, they had really confirmed that the young man in Mai was a young man.
I don't even know the basic rules of the auction house.
Property mortgage?
The identification and valuation of any item will take a long time. And once this rule is relaxed, if items are used as collateral, how will the funds in the auction house flow?
Lin Huang looked at the young man in Mai and smiled. He remembered that he was like this when he first participated in the auction, and was later thrown out of the auction house.
I still remember that time when he and Jun Qingcheng were robbing a treasure.
On the stage, Miss Hongxiu looked at the young man in linen and shook her head with a smile.
The young man in linen's face darkened, showing a strong sense of disappointment. Looking at the jade bottle in Hongxiu's hand, he reluctantly opened his palms and said:
"My mother said that this necklace can be exchanged for a promise from Xuanyuan Tibing!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the expressions of everyone in the auction house suddenly changed, and chaotic voices instantly sounded everywhere in the auction house, just because the young man in Mai mentioned Xuanyuan Tibing.
The man who is called a human legend.
Xuanyuan raises his troops?!
A promise from Xuanyuan Tibing, that would be so precious. Even if it is compared with Ye Haihua, it is out of reach. After all, it is Xuanyuan Tibing.
That is a human myth.
At this moment, even the man in white's face changed drastically, and his eyes stared at the young man in sackcloth like vicious hooks.
Feng Wanli's brows had never wrinkled so deeply.
The smile on Miss Hongxiu's face suddenly froze.
Naturally, the young man in Mai didn't know what kind of uproar his words caused.
…
Suddenly, there was a sharp roar in the auction house, and the man in white turned into a shadow and rushed towards the young man in sackcloth like thunder.
The moment the man in white made his move, Feng Wanli's figure disappeared in an instant, and then a huge word "imperial" appeared in front of the young man in sackcloth, like a copper wall.
Miss Hongxiu's slender hand instantly reached out, and three delicate flying needles were like three shooting stars, heading towards the man in white.
boom!
There was a loud sound, and when the white-clothed man's fist touched the copper wall with the word "roy", the originally indestructible words instantly turned into powder.
The man in white waved his sleeves again, and the three flying needles heading towards him immediately turned around and headed towards Miss Hongxiu.
Wuhou's strength was undoubtedly demonstrated at this moment.
The man in white clothes hooked his five fingers, like an eagle's claws, and grabbed the young man in linen clothes. His pale face was filled with a ferocious smile, and he was extremely happy.
He knew that this time he would make great contributions to the organization...