Heavenly God Mnemonic

Zi Xin smiled and said, "Don't look at it. The structure of this VIP room is made of the hardest metal in the universe. Even if I want to destroy it, it will take a bit of work."

Yang Qingxuan nodded, and quoted outside the window, saying: "Thirty-six trillion yuan."

"Forty trillion." The lazy voice on the other side replied.

"Forty-one trillion." Yang Qingxuan said blankly.

"Forty-five trillion."

"Forty-six trillion."

"Fifty trillion."

"Fifty-one trillion."

Yang Qingxuan only increased the price by one trillion yuan each time, biting the price, while on the other side, he increased the price by four trillion yuan each time, trying to pull the price away.

When Yang Qingxuan reported "51 trillion", the other side finally stopped.

The venue also became silent, and many people showed good smiles on their faces.

Fifty-one trillion is already far away from the price of fifty-two chaotic profound gold. This will happen, either because the two people really need it, or they are frustrated.

But no matter what, the festival between the two people may end there, and the owners and the auction venue will benefit the most.

Everyone is extremely curious about the identities of these two people. After all, they are all in the VIP room, and they are afraid that they are all disciples of the Saint Clan. The saint clan and clan will try to avoid contradictions as much as possible, but there are not a few who have forged great enmity.

"Hehe, my friend is really wealthy. It is eye-opening that fifty-two chaotic profound gold can bid 51 trillion yuan. However, this chaotic profound gold is one of the goals of this son's trip. I hope you can One or two accommodations."

There was a voice that was neither salty nor weak in the VIP room opposite, but the tone was already a bit wrong.

Yang Qingxuan stood with his hand in his hand, turned around, sat back at the tea table, poured himself a drink.

Zi Yan curiously asked, "Really give it to the other side?"

"Five hundred and one hundred billion."

When I asked for a face-to-face bid, I saw that Yang Qingxuan did not respond, thinking that Yang Qingxuan had compromised, so on the basis of the price, the minimum value of 100 billion was set.

"Five-two trillion." Yang Qingxuan said lightly.

"You...!" An angry voice came across.

Zi Xin frowned and said, "This voice seems familiar, Zi Yi, what do you think?"

Ziyi's face changed drastically, and she was surprised: "My mother said so, this person seems to be..."

"My friend, you are really shameless!"

In the VIP room opposite, a man in jinyi stood in front of the window, his handsome face was covered with dark clouds, and he said coldly: "There are not many people who can not give me Yuwen and face in the animal husbandry area. ."

With a "wow", the entire auction venue was exploded. The originally calm venue suddenly became a lot of discussion, and everyone's face was shocked.

Zi Xin smiled and said, "It really is him."

Zi Yi looked uncertain and worried.

Yang Qingxuan said, "Is this person famous?"

Zi Qing rushed and said: "One of the six kings, once molested Sister Ziyi and asked Sister Ziyi to be his thirteenth concubine."

"The king." Yang Qingxuan's expression condensed, and slowly put down the wine glass, and said softly: "Dare to let the goddess' daughter be a concubine, and she is the thirteenth room, this Yuwen Zhan's heart is really big."

Zi Yan glared at Zi Qing before grabbing the subject and said, "No, if you are a three-bedroom and four-bedroom, sister Ziyi would have to bear it. Even if he is the king, it would be too hurtful, sister Ziyi His talent is also platinum level."

Ziyi sullenly said: "The two sisters are not talking nonsense. I have no good feelings about this person. No matter what I do, I can't be together."

Zi Xin looked at Yang Qingxuan and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "The king has more money?"

Zi Xin also smiled and said: "It stands to reason that the king does have more money, at least he has the right to mobilize the resources of the entire Yuwen family."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "I have to consider how much money I have. As for whether he is king or bronze, it is not in my consideration."

Yuwenzhan's voice sounded again, saying: "I say it again, this chaotic profound gold I am bound to win, fifty-three trillion."

Yang Qingxuan said: "Fifty-four trillion."

The originally noisy auction venue instantly became silent. Everyone was amazed. They all looked up at the VIP room where the Purple God Palace was located, wondering who was inside? How dare to challenge Yuwen.

Yuwenzhan furiously said: "Sixty trillion!"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Sixty-one trillion."

Yuwen Zhan said: "Seven trillion."

Yang Qingxuan said: "Seventy-one trillion."

Yuwen war stopped, and said one word: "One trillion."

Yang Qingxuan followed and said, "One hundred and one trillion."

After a brief bid, the hall became silent again, and the atmosphere in the huge auction hall began to become depressed.

Every warrior couldn't help but his face changed drastically, showing surprise.

This kind of depression came from the VIP room of Yu Wenzhan, and the mood swings of this person actually inspired the atmosphere and rules of the entire auction house.

"What a strong talent, worthy of the king!"

"Who the **** is the other side? Who dares to be so presumptuous, it sounds like a kid?"

"Yes? You are not afraid of killing you with the word "also"?"

Qingzhou, who was on the auction stage, also felt great pressure, and hurriedly contacted Qingze. He stepped back and Qingze personally took the stage to host.

And Qingze’s face was full of wry smiles. He naturally knew who the person in the VIP room was. He thought to himself that even if this person didn’t give himself or the great king the face, he would make a profit. You are a king. what.

In the VIP room, several beautiful women stood on the side of Yuwenzhan shivering, and one of them said softly: "You must not be angry, the opposite is just a person who doesn't know the heights of the sky, if you have some wisdom, If you have some self-knowledge, you will naturally not bid with your husband."

Yuwen Zhan said: "You are right, but this ant really irritated me." He shouted loudly: "Boy, there is a kind of bid, but there is a kind of asking for his name, so that this young man can recognize him."

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound on the other side.

Yu Wenzhan sneered and said: "Why, at this time, I am a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, so I don't dare to show up? My son will give you another chance. If you still dare to follow the price, you will not blame me for being polite. One hundred and two trillion ."

The venue was quiet for a while, and just when everyone thought the melons were finished, a faint voice came from the other side, "One hundred and three trillion."

Now, the needle is still audible in the field.

This is Chi-luo-luo's fight against Yuwen.

It turns out that the other party is not too scared to respond, but just too lazy to respond, or even disdain to respond.

Zi Qing's eyes were full of stars, and she excitedly said, "Brother Qingxuan has done a good job! Fuck, slam the thing that doesn't know the height of the sky, and give sister Ziyi a nasty anger!"