My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

After all, they had spent millions of middle-grade holy spirit stones in the previous auction, and the auction commission alone was as high as more than 300,000 yuan, and 100,000 yuan was only one-third of it. Zhang Qingsong didn't even have this bit of face. Ken give it to him.

"He Kunliang, do you think your face is worth a lot? In Zhang Qingsong's eyes, you are nothing!" Seeing that He Kunliang spoke rudely and wanted to use his status as a school history to suppress him, Zhang Qingsong frowned.

An auction has a history of tens of thousands of years. The rules can be broken as soon as they are broken. Even if Shen Zhengxing, who is known as the head of the nine courtyards of the Yiyi Academy, came, he said the same thing.

He Kunliang is just a history of the academy, and his qualifications are the most junior, and he is ranked at the bottom of the history of the academy, so he still wants to use his name to overwhelm him, I really don't know why.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qingsong snorted contemptuously, turned around and left, not bothering to pay any attention to him.

"Presumptuous, how dare you disrespect the history of this academy!" As the history of the academy, He Kunliang usually spoke his mind in Qixing Academy, and he had never been so underestimated. Already depressed, full of grievances with nowhere to vent, at this moment, he felt an evil fire rising up, and on impulse, he slapped Zhang Qingsong's back with his palm.

"Bold!" Zhang Qingsong didn't expect that He Kunliang would attack him from behind, and he would attack him from behind. He slapped it hard with his backhand.

"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, He Kunliang soared into the air, and then fell to the ground with a spurt of blood.

This scene stunned everyone in the auction house who hadn't left yet. No one expected that He Kunliang would let go of Zhang Qing on impulse, let alone that Zhang Qingsong was so shameless that he slapped him flying with a palm. But He Kunliang was the first to sneak attack, even if he was seriously injured by his palm, there was no reason to reason.

"Hey, are you okay?" Just when everyone was stunned, the white-haired old liar reacted in time, rushed forward with an arrow, and supported He Kunliang.

"No...it's okay!" He Kunliang spat out two words with difficulty. God proves that he just slapped that slap just out of anger, he didn't use all his strength at all, and he didn't even intend to hurt Zhang Qingsong. Keep it, this palm slapped his qi and blood retrogradely and ruptured his meridians, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

"It's fine as long as it's fine. You promised to double the compensation. When will you give it to me?" The old liar said with a long sigh of relief. If he hadn't been thinking about the double compensation He Kunliang said, he wouldn't have bothered to care about him.

"Do you think I still have money to compensate you?" He Kunliang said sadly. The profit-making IOU in Deng Juebao's hand is enough to make him never recover in his life. Where did he get the money to pay the old liar and double it...

"What, no money? If you don't have money, double what you say to me. You're deliberately teasing me, aren't you?" The old liar was furious, threw his hands, and threw He Kunliang to the ground, then rushed up to punch and kick.

Poor He Dayuan Shi was just severely injured by Zhang Qingsong's palm, and he has not recovered yet. How can he stop his violent beating, and his nose bleeds profusely in just a few breaths. Also swollen into a pig's head.

"Stop, let go of our Academy Shi!" Finally, several disciples of Seven Star Academy came to their senses and rushed up quickly.