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Chapter 844 You are right!

Although Yin Hu was born in the Yin family, one of the four major weapon-refining families in Shenbing City, he was not good at refining weapons.

But he has a big hobby, which is collecting swords.

There is no doubt that he has taken a fancy to this mother sword now.

"Since Mr. Yin Hu likes this sword, I won't fight."

"Yes, yes, let Yu Yin protect the young master!"

"Haha... Master Yin Hu, this sword is yours."

In the auction room, those who had participated in the bidding before spoke one after another.

In itself, they don't have a strong desire for this sword.

If the price is right or acceptable, they will naturally want to buy the sword.

But now, Yin Hu has spoken.

Moreover, the price of this sword was also raised to a high price of 1,800 True Essence Crystals.

This has caused many people to lose interest in this sword.

Instead of fighting for this sword, it's better to sell your favor to save face.

However, Ni Lu, as the host of this auction, was a little unhappy.

"Mr. Yin Hu, what you did is a bit against the rules."

Ni Lu hosted this auction, not just hosting it.

It is also our responsibility to get the highest price for each item.

After all, the auction house can draw a commission based on the final transaction price.

The higher the transaction price, the higher the commission collected by the auction house.

Yin Hu's actions and words just now undoubtedly disrupted the rhythm of the auction.

"Miss Ni Lu, what you said is serious. I just discussed with everyone here. If they must participate in the bidding, I can't stop them."

Yin Hu smiled slightly, his face full of pride.

In this Divine Weapon City, there are really not many people who dare not give him face.

Therefore, he is also confident.

Besides, what he said was right.

He didn't threaten anyone, he just wanted everyone to give him face.

Whether everyone gives him face in the end is everyone's business.

Ni Lu had nothing to say to refute Yin Hu.

Although he was unhappy in his heart, his face didn't show anything.

At this moment, her charming gaze turned to the middle-aged man in black robe sitting in the second row.

After smiling charmingly at the middle-aged man in black robe, Fang uttered a seductive voice, "I see that this master has a majestic weapon. He must be a great martial arts expert, right? If I am not wrong, you must have cultivated it."

It must be the way of killing, don't you want to take a picture of this sword?"

Ni Lu's eyes are so sharp.

Through the just round of bidding, she had already figured it out.

Among all the bidders, the middle-aged man in black robe is the one who really wants this sword.

Therefore, she opened her mouth to induce the middle-aged man in black robe to continue to increase the price.

However, the face of the middle-aged man in black robes hidden under the mask had already become distorted.

It wasn't that he couldn't withstand Ni Lu's charm.

He is also very eager to get this mother sword.

It's just that he is really short of money now.

One thousand eight hundred true essence crystals is not a small amount.

The third-level monks of Wenyan Dojo can only receive thirty true essence crystals from the Tong family every month.

This means that if a third-level cultivator wants to possess 1,800 true essence crystals, he has to save them for five years.

The middle-aged man in black robe is not weak in martial arts.

It is undoubtedly easier for people like him to obtain the True Essence Crystal than it is for the third-level monks of Wenyan Dojo.

But after years of accumulation, the number of True Essence Crystals in his hand was still less than two thousand.

He was a bit reluctant to spend all his savings to bid for the mother sword.

What's more, even if he participates in the bidding, he may not succeed.

On the contrary, it will offend Yin Hu.

After some weighing, the middle-aged man in black robe slowly shook his head.

Ni Lu was undoubtedly a little disappointed when he saw this.

But she seemed to want to continue struggling.

At this moment, her eyes glanced at the other people in the auction room, "Master Yin Hu bids 1,800 true essence crystals. Is there anyone else who offers a higher price? If not, this sword will cost

Mr. Yin Hu took it into his pocket."

Everyone in the auction room either shook their heads or remained silent.

Ling Tian also frowned because of this situation.

Mother Sword sold 1,800 True Essence Crystals, and excluding the 15% commission charged by the auction house, he could only get a little over 1,500 True Essence Crystals.

Counting that Zijian might be auctioned off for five hundred true essence crystals.

From this, the auction house drew another seventy-five yuan.

As a result, he could only get less than 2,000 true essence crystals at most from selling the mother-child swords.

This obviously did not satisfy him, and even made him feel short-changed.

"One thousand and nine!"

After thinking about it again and again, Ling Tian suddenly called out the price.

"Um?"

This price call undoubtedly attracted Yin Hu's attention.

Yin Hu never expected that someone would dare to deny him face!

At the same time, other people in the auction room also cast strange looks at Ling Tian.

However, due to the dim lighting in the auction room and the fact that Ling Tian was wearing a mask, no one could identify Ling Tian's identity.

"This distinguished guest bids one thousand nine hundred true essence crystals."

Ni Lu, who had originally planned to give up the struggle when everyone was silent, smiled again after hearing Ling Tian's bid.

Afterwards, she looked at Yin Hu with a charming smile and said, "Master Yin Hu, you don't mind this distinguished guest bidding with you, right? Now, do you want to bid a higher price?"

When Ni Lu asked this question, the most nervous person in the entire auction room was Ling Tian.

He just bid 1,900 True Essence Crystals just to raise the price.

At the same time, I am betting that Yin Hu will increase the price.

If Yin Hu gives up, the mother sword will be photographed by him.

Then he's out of luck.

Because the deal has been concluded, he will lose nearly 300 true essence crystals after passing the auction.

The key is, he doesn't even have one hundred true essence crystals in his hand now...

"Haha... Of course I don't mind, it's fair competition!"

Yin Hu laughed loudly and glanced sideways at Ling Tian.

Although there was a smile on his face, a coldness seemed to flash in his eyes at this moment.

"Then I will give you two thousand true essence crystals!"

Immediately afterwards, he increased the price again.

Ling Tian heard the sound and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still didn't intend to give up, "Two thousand one hundred!"

"Two thousand two hundred!"

Not to be outdone, Yin Hu spoke again.

At this time, his eyes were extremely unhappy.

Ni Lu and other people in the auction room looked interesting.

Many people have begun to speculate on Ling Tian's identity.

The first time Ling Tian increased the price, it could be said that he was testing Yin Hu's determination to take the mother sword.

The second price increase was obviously an attempt to go against Yin Hu.

There are not many people in Shenbing City who dare to confront Yin Hu.

What's more, right now it's just for a heaven-level mid-grade spiritual weapon?

"Two thousand three hundred!"

Ling Tian shouted the price again.

He already knew Yin Hu's thoughts, so he felt confident at this moment.

He felt that Yin Hu had not reached his limit yet.

"Two thousand five hundred!"

Yin Hu gritted his teeth and increased the price by two hundred this time.

As soon as he finished speaking, his extremely gloomy eyes stared at Ling Tian, ​​and he said to Ling Tian in a cold voice, "Do you really want this sword that much? Two thousand five hundred true essence crystals are worth a lot to this heaven-level mid-level spiritual weapon.

This is already the highest price for a sword of this level, if you increase the price it will not be worth it!"

"you're right!"

Hearing Yin Hu's words, Ling Tian smiled interestingly.

Then he spread his hands and said calmly, "I give up, this sword is yours."

"Um?"

After hearing Ling Tian say that he wanted to give up, Yin Hu, who should have been happy, suddenly couldn't be happy anymore.

He felt vaguely.

Ling Tian was deliberately raising the price just now...

Otherwise, why are you still happy when you talk about giving up?


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