Sen Han's laughter echoed in the auction house, but it made many people's expressions change. They could feel the strong murderous intention mixed in the laughter.
Mu Su leaned back like an outsider, leaned slightly towards the young man, and asked in a low voice: "Why does he look like you've killed me?"
"It's not me, it's you..." The young man managed to remain calm.
Mu Su suddenly recalled the fact that his name was Lin Gan, and then he was shocked from morning to night: "I killed his mother?!"
"That's not true..." The young man explained bravely. The two people in the distance were seeing fierce waves surging out of their bodies, making them want to dance immediately.
"Then who killed his mother?" Mu Su was puzzled.
"No one killed his mother! It was you who had a conflict with him before..."
The young man succinctly described the conflict between Mu Su and Fengyun Dance Academy - when Mu Su cut out the game plot and progressed automatically.
Mu Su asked tentatively: "So no mother was hurt?"
"Why do you always worry about other people's mothers!"
When the young man was about to be driven crazy by the double pressure, Mu Su changed the subject: "Is it okay to kill people?"
"What are you talking about? Of course not!"
"But he just said he wanted to kill me."
"This is just a threat. He wants to defeat you in a dance."
"I understand, let's be harsh, right?"
As the eight-time winner of the Federation’s Cruel Talk Competition, no one knows how to unbalance the opponent’s mentality better than Mu Su.
Everyone looked at Mu Su who stood up, raised his buttocks, and passed his palms between his buttocks.
The cold whisper echoed over the Jinglai Arena at this moment.
"I'm going to fix your ass!"
The uproar dispersed, and under different eyes, Mu Su sat down with a gloomy expression.
He has always let others take the blame, but now he actually takes the blame for others!
…
"That boy must not be let go. When the time comes, I will dance in front of him for three days and three nights to completely destroy his dancing intelligence!" At this time, the strong man holding a loudspeaker from Fengyun Dance Academy said with a ferocious smile.
"If you have acquired the ninth-level dance skills, they are just trash fish, you can do whatever you want." Another person said indifferently.
The corners of Kong Shui's mouth became more ferocious. He was about to speak when his heart suddenly moved. He raised his head and looked at the giant platform in the center of the auction house. There, a man in gray clothes walked out slowly. His expression was as calm as ever, and he didn't show any trace of emotion.
Countless eyes stared at him without any emotion at all.
"He is the person assigned by the super sect to guard Wan'e Town. His name is Tang Yue." The young man said at the side.
"I don't need to say anything about the rules of the auction. No dance fighting is allowed in the auction house. Violators, whether they are from super dance schools or low-level nightclubs, will be expelled. If they do it again, they will be deprived of the qualification to participate in the Hundred Dance Battle. Everyone, you can
Clear?
The middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back and scanned the audience with a faint gaze. His powerful voice boomed through the loudspeaker in everyone's ears.
"Then, the auction in Wan'e City will begin!"
A high platform rose up behind Tang Yue. Everyone looked at it, and even their breathing became slightly hurried. A secret volume with rice, red and green flowers.
"The first auction item, six-level dance skills, Yangko dance."
A high platform rose behind the middle-aged man, and a simple secret scroll slowly rose. On it was written the word "Yangge", and two cloth fans were placed next to it, one side red and the other green.
I saw Tang Yue grabbing the cloth fan, flipping his palms, and stepping in square steps. Sometimes he was mighty and majestic, sometimes he was soft and delicate, which attracted many people's attention.
After finishing the demonstration of the fifth-grade dance skills, Tang Yue said in a calm tone: "Fifth-grade dance skills, Yangko, auction price, dance power value of 300,000."
"Three hundred and twenty thousand."
This Yangko dance is indeed far superior to many similar dance skills. Because of its variety, it will undoubtedly gain a lot of advantages when fighting against others. Therefore, not long after Tang Yue finished speaking, someone immediately spoke up.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand."
"..."
"What is the dance power value?"
Mu Su poked the restless young man beside him.
"What?"
"What is the dance power value?"
"I do not understand……"
"What is the dance power value?"
Dance power points, the common currency of Dou Wu Continent, are generated when dancers dance on the dance machine. The stronger the dancer, the more dance power points are generated.
The reason why dancers have such a high status lies in their dancing ability.
Mu Suxin said that this terrible world view actually justified itself.
As he spoke, the price of the Yangko dance had reached nearly 500,000 dance power points, and the speed had slowed down, as if it was about to be auctioned.
"Half a million!"
At this moment, Mu Su's lazy shout echoed in the auction house.
Tang Yue's eyes paused on Mu Su, and he nodded slightly: "Is there anyone else who bids? Congratulations to this dancer."
The next few auctions were still about powerful dance skills above the fifth level. As the auction items gradually became rarer, the atmosphere in the auction house should have become more and more exciting, but a lazy shout kept appearing.
The auction will be over.
"Eight hundred thousand!" Mu Su raised his arm.
"Six hundred thousand!" Mu Su yawned and stretched.
"One million!" Mu Su grabbed the young man's arm and raised it.
"One hundred and forty-five thousand one hundred and forty!" Mu Su hissed.
While Tang Yue and many of the guests looked strange, Mu Su took a photo of the lot again. Immediately, the penultimate lot was raised to the high platform.
A mysterious song suddenly sounded.
"The first month of the new year is the New Year. It's the first day of the new year. Every family has a reunion. The young ones pay New Year greetings to the old ones. It doesn't matter whether they are men or women. Oh, yoyoyoyoyoyo, ehehyoyo~~~
"
While everyone was mesmerized, Tang Yue's calm voice sounded: "Qipin music, "Little New Year's greetings", auction price, one million dance power value."
As expected, amidst bouts of confusion and reluctance, Mu Su filmed "Little New Year's Greetings" with a dance value of two million.
After the auction was over, there began to be a strange commotion in the venue. The eyes in the sky were so hot that they were almost boiling, filled with greed and expectation. They were all directed towards the auction table, and finally condensed on the rising secret volume.
This is the real bargain at this Wan'e City auction!
Ninth grade dance skills!
"Everyone, next is the last auction item of this auction..." Tang Yue did not show off, and directly revealed the final item: "Nine-level dance skills, hip-hop dance!"
Tang Yue's heated voice completely set off the auction house, and the atmosphere suddenly reached a climax!
At this time, a discordant sound came slowly.
"Wait a minute...Senior Tang Yue, before starting the auction, I hope you can check out a bad customer..."
At Fengyun Dance Academy, Kong Shuo stared at Lin Gan with a gloomy expression, and sneered: "Lin Gan has already bought more than 10 million dance items, but as far as I know, he only comes from a remote place called Dynamic Town.
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"You're in charge!" Musu Terrier yelled.
But Tang Yue looked over: "My little friend, I wonder if you can pay the dance value of the previous lots first?"
"You are sitting here and forgetting..."
Mu Su gritted his teeth and shouted.
In his peripheral vision, the auction guards were approaching. Seeing that the situation was not right, Mu Su made a quick decision and immediately idled the character.
The one who has no money to pay is Lin Gan, what does Mu Su have to do with him!