"The lowest level spiritual weapon can be sold for one billion?"
Seeing Jiang He's disdainful look, Salman on the side said lightly: "The lowest level? That's a spiritual weapon! The spiritual weapon is not an ordinary weapon, it is a weapon with spiritual energy! You look down on the low-level yellow-level spirits so much.
Do you have a utensil? If you can’t eat the grapes, you will say the grapes are sour!”
Hearing this, Jiang He also smiled slightly and said nothing.
Do I have it? I’ll scare you to death if I take it out!
Seeing Salman's rude words, Dirang smiled awkwardly and said, "This is the temper of my family's priests. Master Jiang, please don't be angry."
Even Dirang did not dare to reprimand Salman easily.
The first spiritual weapon was quickly auctioned off.
Soon after, a second man stepped onto the podium and showed off the treasure he wanted to sell.
But Jiang He dismissed these treasures, because in Jiang He's eyes, these things were just like garbage.
At this moment, a handsome young man stepped onto the podium.
The young man looked a little unsure and raised a pen in his hand.
"This... this is a spiritual weapon of unknown level. I want to exchange it for a weapon below the yellow level..."
After hearing this sentence, the scene was silent for a few seconds.
Then a burst of laughter came from the audience: "Hahahaha! I'm laughing so hard! Use that broken pen of unknown grade to exchange for a weapon-like spiritual weapon? What an idiot!"
"That broken pen doesn't even have a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation, so it's obviously not a spiritual weapon! Who in their brains would trade a weapon for this broken pen!"
"Get down quickly! Don't waste everyone's time!"
The young man didn't have much confidence. After being scolded by everyone, his eyes immediately turned red and he looked like he was about to cry at any time.
"My pen is passed down from my ancestors! My grandfather said that this pen is an amazing spiritual weapon! It's just that I haven't met the right person yet! It's definitely not a loss to exchange a weapon-like spiritual weapon for this pen!"
Everyone dismissed the young man's explanation.
Even Ying Lao was a little impatient at this time. He frowned and looked at the audience and asked: "Whose descendant is this? Take him down quickly! Don't embarrass yourself here!"
But there was silence for a while, and no one claimed him.
At this time, only Pandit was heard scoffing with disdain: "There are no elders in his family! He is the heir of a declining family! Although he is a noble, he is essentially no different from those low-level people!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another round of ridicule.
Although the young man's family was a noble, the young man's family was massacred by his enemies a year ago, and he was the only one left.
And he changed his sword to avenge his family!
"Oh? Although the family is in decline, it is still a noble! But according to the rules, if no one replaces your treasure, you still have to step down! Go down, don't waste everyone's time!"
Ying Lao said calmly.
The young man's nose felt sore and he felt very aggrieved. He took out all the heirlooms in his family, but no one paid attention to him. Immediately, the young man was ready to step off the stage.
But at this moment, Jiang He slowly raised his hand and said, "I want that pen!"
After the words fell, everyone at the scene looked at Jiang He! The young man also raised his head, with a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes!