Luo Qingfeng looked at Feng Jinghong, she seemed to have heard of this person too.
He has a collection of excellent weapons, and many people who want weapons will go to him to get them.
I wonder if the sword she wants is with him.
Even if he's not there, I don't know if he has any remaining blood left.
"Jing Ru likes fierce swords the most, and the most powerful among them is the blood-remnant sword. Unfortunately, he can't get it even if he asks for it." Feng Jinghong said with a smile.
She wants the Blood Residual Sword, he knows.
However, even Jing Ru didn't get the Blood Residual Sword.
"That's it." The residual blood sword has disappeared again.
"Four hundred and twenty thousand"
Seeing that the price of the auction item had reached 420,000, Luo Qingfeng's eyes showed a cunning light.
"Five million taels" a cold voice sounded.
Five and a half million
When everyone heard the familiar voice, they knew who was bidding.
They sighed helplessly. Every time the future nine princesses bid on an auction item, the price seems to skyrocket.
From 420,000 to 500,000, isn’t this a huge increase?
When Luo Wuyou returned to the room, he saw that the price was not high and was about to speak when he heard Luo Qingfeng shouting five hundred thousand in one breath and almost fainted.
"Saint Wuyou" Ge Lao saw Luo Wuyou's face turn dark and felt ashamed.
"Fifty-one million"
Luo Wuyou took a deep breath and steady his voice.
It wasn't just asking for a price. She wanted to see how long Luo Qingfeng could raise the price.
She just doesn't agree, what can Luo Qingfeng do?
"Five hundred and fifty thousand" Seeing Luo Wuyou's response, Luo Qingfeng smiled lazily.
Just take the bait.
Feng Jinghong looked at her and laughed dumbly. What did she know after going out?
"Five hundred and sixty thousand" Luo Wuyou gritted his teeth, and she added
"sixty"
"One million"
Before Luo Qingfeng finished speaking, Feng Jinghong had already finished speaking.
one million
When everyone heard this number, they almost jumped up in fright. One million
It was only over 500,000 yuan just now. How could it jump to one million yuan all of a sudden?
Ninth Prince, let’s stop making trouble, okay?
One million, one million
"Ninth Prince, are you serious?" Concubine Rao also didn't believe her ears. One million.
Xueyou Sword, Mr. Jing Ru has appraised it and estimated that the price will not exceed one million at most.
Being called like this by the Ninth Prince is completely beyond the limit.
"Of course." Feng Jinghong responded naturally and looked at Luo Qingfeng with a smile.
When Concubine Rao saw him looking at Luo Qingfeng with fond eyes, she suddenly understood.
It turns out she wanted it.
I never thought that the Ninth Prince, who was rumored to dislike women, would one day treat a woman like this.
He held it completely in the palm of his hand and gave her everything she wanted.
This was the first time she had seen a man doting on a woman so much.
"Saint Wuyou, do you still want to bid?" Concubine Rao looked away and looked at Luo Wuyou.
She saw that Luo Wuyou was almost angry to death, even though Luo Wuyou was trying his best to endure it.
Luo Wuyou punched the window hard, took a deep breath, "One million and one hundred thousand"
Her budget was 800,000, and now it's far exceeded
"One and a half million"
As soon as Luo Wuyou finished speaking, Qingya's voice sounded again.
Everyone's expressions changed with shock, and they almost spit out blood.
"Good boy" Mo Lingxuan felt like he was almost stupid.
The Ninth Prince just bought a bunch of them, and he knew who they were for without even thinking about it, but now he actually
Luo Wuyou clenched his fists, and his whole body shook with anger.