"Two hundred million yuan!" When Yang Zimei said these three words, his eyelids twitched a few times and his heartbeat accelerated.
Although she has a bit of money in this life, she is still mentally poor. She has no idea how much 200 million yuan is worth.
Xue Hu reached out and patted the back of her hand, looking at her with blue and tranquil eyes, telling her not to worry about money.
Yang Zimei's mind calmed down a little.
At this time, someone called me out for 220 million again.
The people behind started to commotion.
It is also a blessing to witness that an ancient sword that exists like a myth has been auctioned for a sky-high price.
Even though they did not participate in the auction, their hearts were still beating wildly as the price rose unconsciously. This would become something they would brag about after dinner.
"One billion!" Xue Hu shouted, holding up a sign.
Yang Zimei looked at him with wide eyes, shouting in his heart that he would not waste money like this.
Xue Hu shrugged at her and smiled, "It's too slow to wait. It's boring. It's better to end it as soon as possible."
"Wow!"
The people behind him almost stood up and screamed.
One billion, that is definitely a sky-high price. Is it worth buying two swords just for the sake of fanaticism?
Luo Ying glared at Xue Hu fiercely, and no longer dared to follow the bidding.
The others were silent as well.
"One billion! Is there anything higher?" the auctioneer shouted excitedly with unprecedented excitement.
This is the highest auction amount she has ever seen since her debut.
No one said anything.
"A billion, once."
"A billion, twice."
"One billion one billion!" Thunder sounded again from behind.
Everyone looked back.
I saw that the pronunciation came from a man of about thirty years old who was not tall, had an ordinary face, and was wearing an ordinary black suit. He held up a sign and shouted.
No one present knew him or knew where he came from.
He is so ordinary that you can't even find him in a crowd.
The most important thing is that the suit he is wearing looks like an ordinary suit, worth only a few thousand yuan at most.
There is no trace of any wealthy person on his body.
1.1 billion!
Can he afford it?
Isn't it because he is insane and causing trouble?
People who had the same doubts also included the auctioneer.
However, since you can come in here and there is a sign with the auction house logo, there is a certain amount of collateral behind it.
"Two billion."
Snow Lake then called.
Everyone was stunned again, looking at Xue Hu with the eyes of a monster, a man who looked like he had been turned upside down for a lifetime, and whose smile was alluring.
The man in the black suit continued to hold up the sign while talking on the phone, "Twenty-one billion."
Looking at him like this, he also wants to win over the general Mo Xie.
Yang Zimei was so angry that she could gnash her teeth.
She opened her clairvoyance to look at him, to see who he really was, and how dare he compete with her for Mo Xie, the top general, with such a big deal.
The information shows that he is just an ordinary person.
And when she wanted to inquire more about the information behind him, she found that it was completely blocked, as if there was a master controlling him behind him that she could not detect.
She tried to forcefully crack it, but was blocked. It would damage her vitality, so that was all.
It seems that the person behind him is definitely a member of his own group.
Only people of the same sect would want to use an ancient sword like Ganjiang Mo Xie, which has a strong sinister aura, to double his magic power in a fight and use it as a powerful weapon.