Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

quiet!

The quiet needle drop could be heard at the auction site.

Those who can come to participate in this level of auction are all knowledgeable people.

The spells on the box are all sixth-order spells.

It can be seen from this that the suppressed things in the box are terrifying.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the auction had cooled down, Wu Mian continued: "Everyone, what is being suppressed in this box is an evil Buddha. As for the use of this evil Buddha, we don't know at the auction."

"But it is certain that there is a huge energy in this evil Buddha, and there may be unexpected gains."

"Unbox now!!!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on the box.

Qin Hao and his group also stared at the box intently, wanting to see what the evil Buddha inside looked like.

I saw a white-haired old man wearing a white robe exuding a sense of righteousness all over his body, and also wearing a mask on his face, walking to the box.

After murmuring a few words, he drew a spell.

When the spell fell on the box, there was a crackling sound from the door of the box.

The door of the box opened slowly.

A Buddha statue with a height of more than ten feet and a benevolent eyebrow appeared in the eyes of everyone.

When the cultivators present saw this Buddha, their calm hearts suddenly felt like they wanted to worship.

Many people stood up one after another, their eyes filled with pious gazes, their hands clasped together, and their legs bent down slowly.

At this moment, the old man hastily closed the gate of the alley.

Bang bang.

The sound of closing the door was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone in the extremely silent auction site.

The cultivators who had almost knelt down before all shivered one after another, and suddenly came back to their senses, looking at the huge box in front of them with surprised eyes, with a bit of horror in their peripheral vision.

At this time, a deep voice came from a box on the eighteenth floor:

"The Buddha's face and the devil's heart are indeed an evil Buddha."

After being affirmed by the boss, the inner disciples who had some intentions about this Buddha statue at first gave up their plans to compete.

They are not fools, the one who can sit in the box on the 18th floor is at least the deacon of God Transformation Realm, even they have lingering fears.

If he bought this thing back by himself, he would be committing suicide.

On the seventeenth floor, in the ninth box.

Gan Zhenduo and Zhao Zhixun set their sights on Qin Hao.

Although they didn't speak, the meaning was already obvious.

Such a dangerous thing, should we buy it back?

Seeing their eyes, Qin Hao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Isn't it just an evil Buddha, as for scaring you into such a state?"

"There should be something good in there."

Naturally, his words were not aimless. The moment the evil Buddha appeared, the Absolute Immortal Sword moved again, and aimed directly at the evil Buddha's heart.

"Are we going to play a bit too big?"

Gan Zhenduo asked cautiously.

Qin Hao said with a smile: "Don't worry, everything is under my control."

Gan Zhenduo saw that the master was full of confidence, so he didn't say anything more. If as a cultivator, he retreated when he encountered trouble and danger, he would be a god of hair.

At the same time, Wu Mian's voice sounded again.

"The starting price for this evil Buddha is 3 million mid-grade Spirit Stones, and each increase should not be less than 100,000 Spirit Stones."

"Three million and one hundred thousand!"

In the box on the seventeenth floor, someone soon quoted the price.

Immediately after that, other boxes were offered one after another.

"Three million and two hundred thousand!"

"Three and a half million!"

"..."

In an instant, the price of this evil Buddha came to four million middle-grade Spirit Stones.

Although the evil Buddha is full of magic.

But great risks often come with great benefits.

What's more, the evil Buddha is different from the previous stones.

Everyone can really feel the horror of the evil Buddha.

Gan Zhenduo heard the three words four million, and then said:

"Five million mid-tier Spirit Stones!"

hiss……

The cultivators present couldn't help but gasp when they heard the offer.

All the inner disciples set their eyes on the No. 9 box.

Who is sitting there? Every time he is serious, he is so inhumane.

Even Zhao Zhijing, who had teased Zhao Zhixun before, showed doubts on his face.

Which thigh did my cousin hug? Didn't he always follow Uncle Qin who just started?

No, Uncle Qin definitely doesn't have such financial resources.

The person who made the bid is already ready to come out, the number one hero of the Supreme Sword Sect——Gan Zhenduo.

These three people mixed together, really have money, people, and background.

But would those deacons on the eighteenth floor really give up this evil Buddha so easily?

There is a good show to watch.

After Zhao Zhijing figured out the key, he began to sit in the own position, watching the show.

Hearing the quotation of five million yuan, quotations came one after another from the boxes on the eighteenth floor.

"Five million and two hundred thousand!"

"Five and a half million!"

"Five million and eight hundred thousand!"

Listening to these quotations, Gan Zhenduo suddenly felt his whole blood boil.

In the past, his auction opponents were a group of inner disciples. If he really met a deacon, he would not dare to waste money if he had money.

If you meet a deacon from your own lineage, you may be put on small shoes by the other party.

But now I am quoting for the master, and no one can stop me.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Seven million Spirit Stones!"

Hearing this powerful voice, even Zhao Zhixun, who was extremely at odds with Gan Zhenduo on weekdays, looked at this guy in surprise.

This kid hides so deeply.

I never yelled like that when I was grabbing something from me before.

In the Supreme Sword Sect, the inner disciple has never been beaten by Gan Zhenduo with his banknote ability.

It's just that the big guys used to hate it so much, but today Gan Zhenduo became his teammate, and he suddenly had a feeling that I can do it with me.

The deacons in the box on the eighteenth floor frowned slightly when they heard the offer.

Where did the true biography come from? It's simply driving up prices.

But in front of the treasure, they will never back down.

"Seven million and a half million!"

"Seven million and eight hundred thousand!"

"Nine million!"

Gan Zhenduo became more and more courageous in the battle. After shouting, he took a sip of tea and said to Qin Hao with a smile:

"Master, my performance is not bad, right?"

"good."

Qin Hao said with a smile: "This is what you should look like a kid. Remember that money is a man's guts, so don't be afraid of any opponent. I will give you the answer today."

Encouraged, Gan Zhenduo patted his heart, and said: "Master's witty words are endless, and my disciples and grandchildren admire them."

All the deacons in the box on the eighteenth floor were dumbfounded.

Where did the true biography come from? This is clearly looking down on them.

Every time I come to such a ruthless price, it looks like it is bound to win.

In a box, came a low-level unpleasant voice:

"My nephew, are you sure you can handle this evil Buddha?"

Qin Hao heard this slightly threatening tone, and responded with a smile: "Master, don't worry, it's just a mere evil Buddha, it's not worth mentioning."

It was the first time that everyone heard Qin Hao's voice.

But his words were astonishing, and immediately many cultivators began to wonder who he was, and dared to speak to deacon like this.

Wu Mian originally wanted to remind that restless deacon.

After all, in the auction house, the rich are the uncles, and they naturally want to protect the interests of the uncles.

I just didn't expect this old man to be so tough.

"Okay...very good, I want to see how much you can add, nine and a half million!"

There was a bit of dissatisfaction in that deep voice.

Is it finally here?

Finally someone got angry with me at the horse racing meeting!

It's a pity that there won't be such a scene where someone snatches the treasure and is chased and killed.

Qin Hao was not only not afraid, but even a little excited, and immediately gave Gan Zhenduo a look.

The latter immediately understood: "Eleven million!"

In private room No. 2 on the 18th floor, there was a majestic man with a livid face at this moment. He was one of the four deacons under the Supreme Sword Sect Leader.

On weekdays, not to mention being a personal disciple, even other deacons would respectfully call him senior brother when they met him.

Today, I was pissed off by a Junior, and was about to get angry, but the attendant at the side said: "Uncle Ming Dao, you don't need to get angry, as long as you reveal your own identity, this evil Buddha is naturally in your pocket."

When Han Mingdao heard this, a light flashed in his eyes, but he also knew the rules of the auction, and said lightly:

"Han Mingdao bids 11.5 million middle-grade Spirit Stones!"

The faces of the cultivators present could not help but change slightly when they heard the words Han Mingdao, and the atmosphere in the venue also cooled down...