Painting of the Nine Immortals

There are three types of auctions in Wuliang Commercial Bank. One is a large-scale auction, which faces the entire Big Dipper.

Of course, not everyone can enter, but there are no special requirements other than cultivation.

One is a fetish auction, which can only be entered by real big people, and the last one is a special auction, which only targets specific people.

For example, today's game is aimed at the master of the refiner.

At this moment, Ling Xian was sitting in the auction venue, and looked at the masters of the refiner one by one.

There were seven of them, all of them gray-haired old people, but they were trembling and energetic.

While Ling Xian looked at them, the seven master masters of the craftsman also looked at him, with a little suspicion in his eyes.

For one thing, he was too young. Compared to their seven or eight hundred year olds, he was undoubtedly a young man.

Secondly, they are the masters of the Big Dipper's refining industry. They have all seen them, never seen Ling Xian.

Therefore, all seven suspected that he was a master of the refiner.

"Young man, why have I never met you." An old man in black said lightly, questioning slightly.

"I practice all year round, and soon after joining the WTO,"

Ling Xian looked calm and said, "You haven't seen me, it's normal."

Hearing that the old man in black frowned and stopped talking.

The rest said nothing and waited quietly for the auction to begin.

After a while, the old man who had received Ling Xian pushed in the door and smiled, "You guys, it's been a long time."

"Lao Wu, do you preside over the auction in person?" The old man in black was surprised.

"All of you here are masters of refiners. How can I not preside over such a distinguished identity?" The old man touted a trace without a trace, which made some people quite useful.

After that, he took out the first auction object and laughed: "Not much nonsense, everyone knows the role of this object, the bottom 30 million, the price increase must not be less than 5 million.

"Lao Wu presides in person, and I have to give a face."

The old man in black smiled and reported a sky-high price.

"One billion."

I heard that there was a moment of silence at the scene, and then it became lively.

"Lao Li, you are still as generous as ever."

"It is indeed the guest secretary of Ridian.

"Looks like we can't compete with you."

Everyone was joking, there was no meaning to bid.

On the one hand, the price of the old man in black has exceeded the market price of the object, and on the other hand, it gives him a face.

After all, everyone is a master of refining, and there is no need to compete with red ears and red hearts.

"Haha, thank you all for your contention." The old man in black laughed heartily, intending to put this in his pocket.

But at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came over.

"150 million."

The voice fell, the scene was silent for a moment, and then everyone's eyes fell on Ling Xian.

"interesting."

The old man in black frowned slightly and said, "200 million."

"250 million."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, as if he just spoke a number, and did not need to take out the corresponding spirit stone.

"250 million ..."

The old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, and Pi Xiaorou did not smile: "His lord is rich in money."

Hearing that, Ling Xian was too lazy to take the stubble and asked, "Are you still bidding?"

"I'm not a fool. I spent 250 million on something worth only 100 million." The old man hummed.

"Shut up without bidding."

Ling Xian said lightly, too lazy to argue with the old man.

The market price of this amazing material is indeed one hundred million, but there is no market price, which is very rare. For him, the 250 million spirit stones are only nine cattle and one hairless.

Therefore, Lingxian feels worth it.

At the moment, he turned his eyes to Wu Lao and said, "Is this thing my own?"

"Naturally." Wu Lao looked at Ling Xian with a smile, intending to throw it to him.

"Let's put it down first, wait and count." Ling Xian waved.

"Okay." Wu Lao nodded and took out the second thing.

This time, the old man in black still offered a sky-high price, and no one was still competing with him.

However, just as the man smiled, Ling Xian spoke again.

He directly raised the price by 200 million, then closed his eyes and waited for the old man to bid.

"Boy, what do you mean!" The old man in black looked gloomy.

"Nothing, I'm bound to get this thing." Ling Xian's eyelids didn't look up.

The eleven kinds of magical materials at this auction are all his necessities, even if they offend people, they will spare no expense.

"Okay, very good."

It's not that he has a good temper, but that he can't find a reason to be angry.

This is the place where auctions are fair. If only Lingxian's bid is high, he will get angry, and that seems too unreasonable.

Therefore, the old man suppressed his anger, but it became more and more difficult to control.

So is everyone.

Because no matter who bids, Lingxian will follow, and it is a price that even they think is very high.

One, two, three ... in the blink of an eye, ten passed.

Without exception, they were all obtained by Lingxian.

This made everybody couldn't help but start to speak, angry at Lingxian.

"What do you mean? You have to wait for me?"

"Boy, haven't your parents ever handed over your underlying rules?"

"Do you know what you're doing? I offended and waited for you to suffer!"

The seven master masters were angry, and even a few of them had expressed their intention to kill.

This caused Ling Xianjian's eyebrows to wrinkle slightly, and there was a bit of coldness in the star eyes.

If he is deliberately provocative, it is naturally unreasonable, but he is fair to bid, and it is this group of masters who are unreasonable!

Wu Lao also thinks so.

Lingxian abides by the rules and fair bidding. What's wrong?

Just because he was fighting with several people, was it wrong? What's the truth?

"Whatever you say."

Ling Xian was too lazy to argue that this group of people were so used to it, arguing with them was just a waste of saliva.

At the moment, he glanced at a few people and said, "I haven't stopped you from bidding, you ... can compete with me."

"Boy, I'll let you know what it means to be outside the sky, someone outside."

The old man in black was sinking in water, looking at Wu Lao, and said, "The last supernatural thing, I have 300 million spirit stones."

Then, he gave Ling Xian a provocative look, and said, "Boy, aren't you rich and rich, and you have the ability to increase your fare!"

"500 million."

Ling Xian said faintly, not because he had hit the old man's radical general, but that he had to get it.

"600 million!" The old man gritted his teeth.

"800 million!" Ling Xian looked calm, light and light.

The 800 million spirit stone was nothing to him, and it didn't hurt to throw it.

For the elderly in black, this is a little bit more.

However, in order to fight for this tone, he gritted his teeth fiercely: "One billion."

"1.2 billion." Lingxian spoke slowly and without reluctance.

Twelve billion spirit stones sound a lot, but in his eyes, it is no different from the twelve spirit stones.

"Damn!"

The old man in black burned in anger and hesitated a bit.

It wasn't shyness in his pockets, but his courage to take a billion-dollar spirit stone to buy an amazing 200 million yuan market price.

The rest of them were silent, without this courage.