"Haha, everyone, please be quiet. This sword is a third-level artifact. Let our mercenaries from Zhujin Tower demonstrate it now." The seller retreated to the side of the high platform.
A burly man came to the high platform, and six or seven mercenaries worked together to hold an extremely hard rock up.
The rock fell onto the high platform with a loud bang and the entire high platform shook, showing how heavy the boulder was.
Everyone took two steps back, fearing that the high platform would collapse and harm them.
"Don't panic, this platform is very strong," the seller said with a smile.
Everyone was looking forward to it, could such a soft sword split this boulder?
The strong man picked up the Bingyi Sword, focused his efforts on the boulder, and with a swishing sound, a spark came out.
However, everyone was stunned. The boulder did not move at all and only made a trace. Without chopping, could it be scratched?
The seller's smile did not diminish, and he stretched out a finger to lift the boulder. There was a loud cracking sound, and the huge boulder instantly fell apart.
"Wow, what a sword, what a sword." The whole audience was in an uproar, with endless exclamations of admiration.
Seeing that the effect had been achieved, the seller raised a finger and said with a smile: "The starting price is one thousand gold coins."
The price for such a powerful sword starts at one thousand gold coins, which is not expensive at all. There are already calls for bids from the private room upstairs.
"Three thousand gold coins."
"Five thousand gold coins."
"..."
After a while, the price reached tens of thousands of gold coins. There were fewer and fewer bidders and the competition became more and more fierce.
"Chen, didn't you say you were interested in this sword before, so why didn't you bid?" Jing Ao said suavely, if Chen took a photo of this sword, it must have been given to Luo Wanqing in the General's Mansion, although his father and Luo Cheng were
A political opponent in the officialdom, but he does not participate in politics, so he will not exclude people from the Luo family.
Nangong Chen glared at his friend. He did like the sword, but for some reason he didn't dare to bid. He always felt that the little black figure next to him gave people an invisible pressure. It was too cold and too silent. If he
The bid attracted attention from downstairs and might break the child's silence.
"Chen, you're too embarrassed to bid, I'll bid for you." After speaking, Jing Ao signaled his followers to bid.
"Fifteen thousand gold coins." The attendant shouted, and the people downstairs and in other private rooms looked towards private room No. 17.
Qiongying frowned and moved to one side so as not to expose himself to the window.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jing Ao stepped aside to watch the show. This child was not simple, mysterious, and calm. He was probably a very lonely child.
Nangong Chen walked away from the window angrily. Jing Ao was cold, arrogant and calm in front of him, but cunning and cunning behind him. People who didn't know Jing Ao well were deceived by his front side.
"Twenty thousand gold coins." After the entourage shouted the price, the downstairs fell silent, and the bidding in other private rooms also died down.
"Twenty thousand gold coins for the first time, twenty thousand gold coins for the second time, and twenty thousand gold coins for the third time." Finally, the seller bid: "The Bingyi sword was auctioned in the private room on the 17th, and the deal was made for twenty thousand gold coins!"
"Jing Ao, can you afford 20,000 gold coins?" Nangong Chen said lazily.
"Chen, please don't scare me. I'm just bidding for you. You didn't object just now, so of course this sword belongs to you." Jing Ao pretended to be panicked.
"I don't object, but I don't agree either. With 20,000 gold coins, I will be poor for a long time." Nangong Chen rubbed his forehead. He didn't care about the 20,000 gold coins, but it would be great if Jing Ao paid for it.