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Chapter 162 Falling into a Trap

The number of 20 million makes all the players unable to calm down anymore. If there are still people who continue to add this number, it will really make people speechless. The most intolerable thing is the guy in room 26, every time

The price increases are all in the millions, as if he doesn't even bother with the one million to one million price increases.

"Twenty-one million." Private Room 07.

Is anyone else joining?

There are still people raising prices, damn it.

Mad Wolf chuckled, took a look at Private Room No. 07, and thought disdainfully, let’s see how much money you have left to spend. I am bound to win this gang building, let’s see how much money you have left, I will exchange it this time.

You can’t even imagine the number of gold coins, haha.

"Twenty-five million." Private Room No. 26.

At this moment, the field exploded. No one expected that when the price increased to more than 20 million, it would still increase by millions. Is this person crazy?

In private room No. 07.

The two young masters of the Shangguan family stared at the price tag with bared teeth.

"How much money do we have left?"

"Young Master, the total exchange for this time is 30 million. More than 3 million was used for the auction of equipment just now, and now there is only so much left. Moreover, the master also ordered that the remaining corps upgrades and the guild's stable funds should be included in it.

, 25 million is already our limit." One of the teenagers said.

The latter waved his hands unwillingly, cursed and stopped talking. He didn't expect that the gang building order for this auction would be so much more than his budget. He originally thought that 15 million was enough, but he didn't expect that 25 million would be enough.

It's not over yet.

"Twenty-five million times." The host smiled slightly and shouted.

No one increased the price for a long time, and the host said again: "Twenty-five million twice."

Almost everyone didn't dare to breathe loudly. Everyone was waiting to see if the price would increase. However, no one has spoken after two times. Is this the final conclusion?

"Twenty-five million third..."

"Twenty-six million." Private Room 88.

Boom~~~

Just when the host was about to make the decision, Tianxing called out the price again. Fortunately, he had enough in his backpack. Hey, I don't believe you, Mad Wolf, don't want this brand.

Everyone was brought to the climax again. Everyone looked towards Private Room 88. Sima Lei also looked at Mad Wolf with a smile. This time, you should bleed a little more.

"Damn, why did this person start shouting again? Do you want to force me to take out all the money? Damn it." Mad Wolf cursed.

"The first time in twenty-six million!" the host continued to shout.

Mad Wolf clenched his fists fiercely, looked at Private Room 88, and became heartbroken.

"Twenty-seven million." Private Room No. 26.

call……

Another price increase.

Sima Lei chuckled, added two million more, picked up the intercom, and said: "Xingzi, that's enough, stop playing around. It won't be fun to play with the gang establishment order until we get there."

"For the first time in twenty-seven million..."

"The second time..."

"make a deal!"

Finally, the moment the host dropped the hammer, the mad wolf finally relaxed. All the players also breathed a sigh of relief. Twenty-seven million, this shocking number in West Lake.

And inside the palace.

The old man looked at Xia Feng and said, "What name do you want to give your union?"

Xia Feng scratched his head, using Mingshentang? But he had no intention of letting Mingshentang become the name of the union. It was originally a secret corps of his. It would definitely not work with the previous name. The previous name of the union was Three Musketeers, and that was also for himself.

I took it with Tianxing and the other three, but it’s obviously no longer possible now.

Also, there are ten corps under a first-level union, and each corps has a maximum number of two thousand people. In other words, a first-level union can accommodate 20,000 people, and a second-level union can have fifty corps, and ten

Ten thousand people, the third-level union can have 100 corps, 200,000 people and ten core corps. Each corps has a maximum limit of 10,000 people, which is another 100,000 people. The total upper limit of the third-level union is 300,000 people.

The upper limit of the number of members of the fourth-level union is 500,000, and the upper limit of the number of the fifth-level union is one million. There is also the super union, which has no upper limit, but the difficulty is very high.

"By the way, because you are the warrior who completed this seal printing, I will make an exception and directly promote you to the third-level union. You can recruit 300,000 people." The old man said while looking at the pensive Xia Feng.

The latter nodded gratefully, but now he still has a headache about the name.

"Brother Feng, why don't you use the name you met in the forbidden spring?" Yuhuang Xian'er suddenly said.

The latter was shocked, Zhu Xian?

Zhu Xian Guild? Suddenly, a series of pictures emerged in Xia Feng's mind again. They were very familiar, but he couldn't remember. What on earth was going on? But why did the word Zhu Xian sound so warm and familiar?

A very cordial feeling.

Suddenly he raised his head, looked at the old man and said, "It's called Zhu Xian Guild."

"Zhu Xian? Are you sure?" the old man looked at Xia Feng and said.


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