Soon, the price of this late-stage Qi Condensation slave from Luo Kingdom reached one hundred and twenty yuan stones.
Ximen Hao was watching from below. Although this man from the Luo Kingdom was only in the late stage of Qi Condensation, the fighting spirit and unruliness in his eyes had not faded at all.
Moreover, such foreign slaves are much better to use than domestic ones!
Give it some training so that its cultivation level can improve!
Then it would be most appropriate to make a promise to Chengruo and let him do some shameful things.
"One hundred and fifty~"
Ximen Hao raised the sign in his hand.
"Okay! Guest Officer No. 333 bids one hundred and fifty! Is there any increase in price? Is there any? Okay! Congratulations to Guest Officer No. 333! You bought a slave from the late stage of Luo Guo Ningqi! After that, go to the back to trade.
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After the man finished speaking, he winked at the two warriors and asked them to beat the slave down.
Then he brought a thin woman with him.
The woman is about eighteen or nineteen years old, but her cultivation is in the early stage of Qi Condensation.
Moreover, this woman's eyes were staring at the smiling man on the stage like a wolf.
"In the early stage of Qi Condensation, her origin is unknown, but she is also the wildest little girl in this batch! The price is twenty low! Every time the price is increased, it will not be less than five yuan stones!"
"Twenty-five!"
"forty!"
"..."
After the price soared to 80, the number of bidders gradually decreased.
"One hundred~"
Ximen Hao held up the sign again in an understated manner, as if he had countless Yuan stones in his hand. Who knows, but he only has less than four hundred Yuan stones.
"Guest officer No. 333 bid one hundred yuan! Is there any increase in price? Is there any? Congratulations No. 333! You won the second lot for one hundred yuan!"
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
Some people turned to look at Ximen Hao, but he looked strange, but he looked like a rich man in his clothes.
Especially the man sitting next to him in a cloak whose appearance and cultivation were unclear, and the two guards behind him carrying swords, made some people speculate about the origin of this man.
"The following is the third lot! Although it only has the peak cultivation level!
But he does have something new that we haven’t seen in months! Bring it here!”
Soon, a skinny young man with a pale face and a pair of green eyes was brought up, his body covered with chains.
"I'm going! Ghost Clan!"
"Yes! This is a rare thing! It's said to be a race that can communicate with the dead."
"Hey~ I don't know who the boss behind this auction is, but he traveled thousands of miles to get a slave from the ghost tribe."
There was a lot of discussion in the venue, indicating that this ghost tribe has its own peculiarities.
Ximen Hao flipped through the information in his mind. Most of the ghost tribe lived in the ghost country.
As for Xiaoguo, it is on the other side of Daqin and is indeed rare to see in Qingguo.
The ghost tribe actually has average combat power, but its movements are strange and difficult to capture. Moreover, he also has a very strange method, which is that he can communicate with the dead.
Even if your body has rotted away, he can still get what he wants from your remaining soul.
Such ethnic groups are mostly supported by big families and high-ranking officials and emperors, because they can let you get the secrets that the dead don't want you to know.
"Ghost clan! The peak of rebirth! Starting price: fifty! Each increase in price shall not be less than ten!"
This starting price is comparable to that of a foreigner from Luo Kingdom in the late Qi Condensation stage, which shows how rare this ghost clan is.
"seventy!"
"one hundred!"
"One hundred and two!"
For a time, the auction house became lively, especially the VIPs in the boxes who frequently took action.
Soon, the price of this ghost boy was increased to five hundred yuan, which also raised the atmosphere of the auction house to the top.
"Six hundred~"
Ximen Hao slowly raised the sign, one plus means one hundred.
"Who is this person?"
"I don't know!"
"Huh? I seem to have heard someone talk about that big sword?"
"Who knows, we can't afford it, just watch the excitement."
For a while, people in the auction house were talking about Ximen Hao's origins, but some of them recognized his origins but didn't say anything.
The man on the high platform was actually very puzzled. Should such a generous person go to the VIP box? Is this his first time here?
"Okay! No. 333 bids 600 yuan stone! Is there any increase in price?"
"Six hundred and five."
A woman's voice sounded from a VIP box.
"Wow! Our No. 1 VIP finally takes action! Six hundred and five times! Six hundred and five..."
"Seven hundred~"
Ximen Hao raised the sign and interrupted the man.
The man on the high platform was stunned. Does he know who the VIP No. 1 is? Does this person want his life?
"Boy, there are some things that not everyone can have. Eight hundred!"
The woman in box number one said in a cold tone.
"Hey! I like rare things. Nine hundred!"
Ximen Hao raised the sign again.
"Your Highness, forget it~"
The old ghost poked Ximen Hao, his face a little ugly, because he also heard the voice of the person in box number one.
Ximen Hao ignored the other party at all, leaning on the chair and looking at Box 1 with a smile.
The man on the stage had already closed his mouth. At this time, it was no longer under his control.
"One thousand! Boy, tell me your name!"
"One Thousand One! Woman, tell me your name!"
"Depend on!"
The old ghost couldn't help but uttered a curse word, and his arms were shaking.
The man on the high platform stumbled and almost fell down.
The entire auction house was silent. It seemed that many people knew the identity of VIP No. 1, and they all looked at Ximen Hao sympathetically.
"Ha! You have personality, I like it. My surname is Tie, Qian Er!"
The woman suddenly found that things were getting more and more interesting.
"Wucao! The woman named Tie? The No. 1 VIP?"
Ximen Hao couldn't help but look at the old ghost beside him, only to find that he was looking at him speechlessly.
"One thousand and three! I won't tell you!"
Ximen Hao held up the sign and said shamelessly.
"Be bold!"
Another woman's voice sounded from Box 1, and it also carried an evil aura.
"Shut up! You have no business talking about it!"
The woman named Tie scolded.
"yes!"
The voice quickly shut up.
"Ahem~ Well~ Guest Officer No. 333, please let me know."
The man quickly settled the matter.
Ximen Hao fanned himself and said calmly:
"I'm asking for one thousand three thousand, Iron Lady, do you still want to bid?"
"Boom!" The auction house suddenly exploded.
Whether they knew it or not, everyone started talking about it.
This person obviously knows the identity of the VIP in Box 1, but he is still so confident. Who is this person? Does he want his life?
In the Donglin City Fortress, there is only one Iron Lady, and that is Marshal Zhenbei: Tie Mulan!
"Hahaha! Hahaha! I know who you are! Okay! Let me give it to you! But, little brother, do you have so many multi-stones?"
Te Mutian in the box suddenly laughed.
"Hey! Big sister, it's none of my business."
Ximen Hao smiled.
"brush!"
The auction suddenly became quiet, and the Iron Lady gave in!
Yes, the dignified Marshal of Zhenbei, Tie Mulan, who even bowed to the Lord of Donglin City when he saw him...are you afraid???