Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

"Hundreds of thousands is not a small amount of money. I really didn't expect that I could see such a wealthy person here. Why haven't I seen him in other sects when I accompanied the elders before?" Bai Xiaoning said with some confusion.

Everyone looked around with wide eyes, especially the young disciples dressed in white that caught her attention.

Jiang Shan nodded. Now on this continent, many young disciples are slowly developing relying on the sect behind them. No one would have expected, no one would have thought that after experiencing life and death, their body would explode.

The power that comes out can shock the world. Even so, for Jiangshan, it is ordinary.

He laughed, and naturally understood what Bai Xiaoning was thinking, but in this auction house, the two middle-aged men standing on the stage were so plain that people could ignore them, but the enchanting woman was the focus of many young disciples.

The concentration point on her body cannot be felt by others, but it cannot be hidden from his sight.

"This woman is very unusual." He said calmly, his voice so quiet that even Bai Xiaoning beside him didn't hear her.

A young disciple stood up. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the woman's voluptuous figure. His throat was burning and he swallowed. He couldn't help but smile and said: "It's just a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. How strange can it be to me?"

In terms of money, it's not as good as Miss Murong. I only brought this little money, and I hope those here won't rob me."

"Oh?" Miss Murong chuckled. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "What's your bid, little brother?"

"Reserve price! One hundred thousand!" A pink card appeared in the palm of his hand. His smiling eyes were staring at Murong, in other words, staring at Murong's proud figure.

His hands were even slightly unable to hold. If this wasn't an auction house, if this was on the street, he might not be able to control himself and invite her.

"Hmph, you just want to win the heart of my Miss Murong with just one hundred thousand dollars. You really underestimate this auction house. Miss Murong is the trump card. How many years can your small sect earn with one hundred thousand dollars?

It's better to put your hands back quickly, this world is not something that your small sect can understand!" Opposite the young man, a man in black stood up.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled as he looked at the embarrassed young man next to him. A black card flashed in his hand, and exactly 200,000 gold coins appeared in the card in front of everyone.

No one thought that a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum would be so expensive. One hundred thousand is not a small amount, and two hundred thousand is not a small amount. This is the income of a sect for decades. This is a bottom-line gold coin.

If the sect is in trouble one day, these 100,000 gold coins can mean a comeback.

And the man in black actually has two hundred thousand gold coins. Many sects in this city are extremely well hidden. I am afraid that in this room, the disciples with more gold coins have not really come forward.

Miss Murong smiled. She looked at the black coupon in the hand of the man in black, raised the hammer in his hand, and shouted: "The price is two hundred thousand, the one with the highest price will get it. Is there anyone else who wants it?"

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The whole place was silent, especially the young disciples at the back who just buried their heads. They didn't want to be discovered by the man in black, let alone bring a terrible disaster to the sect because of this Ten Thousand Years Ganoderma lucidum.

It is said that this man in black is the truly terrifying existence. If the sect is destroyed because of ten thousand years of Ganoderma lucidum, it is really not worth it.

The man in black laughed, and the faint smile on his face gave him the deepest confidence. He believed that no one in this housing price had more gold coins than him, and even the richest sect would never dare to follow him.

He carried it. You must know that his sect is famous for its strong fighting power, and no sect dares to provoke him.

He turned around with a smile and stared at all the disciples around him. Especially when he glanced at Jiangshan, the smile at the corner of his mouth was even more exuberant, because Jiangshan was sitting far away from the table, let alone raising the price.

, I probably can’t even see clearly what the ten thousand year old Ganoderma lucidum looks like, let alone fight against him.

What's more, Jiang Shan's somewhat childish appearance shows his age. He is more than ten years younger than himself, and his cultivation strength is even worse. He hurt his body for a thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum.

This is indeed a big no-no.

After just a few minutes, the man in black withdrew his gaze. He smiled slightly and made a very gentlemanly bow, and then said: "Miss Murong, none of the disciples here have raised the price with me. This ten thousand yuan

The annual base price for Ganoderma lucidum is 100,000 yuan. I have 200,000 yuan here, which is just enough to purchase it. I didn’t know you..."

Before she finished speaking, Miss Murong smiled and shook her head and said: "Who said you were the only one who paid 200,000 yuan? The price offered by that young man was a full 300,000 yuan more than you. I

I think you’d better put your black card away and keep it for next time.”

"You..." The man in black smacked his tongue. He looked at Miss Murong's slightly smiling eyes, and anger suddenly arose in his heart. When he glanced at the latter, the man in green, he said sternly: "Who is it? Yes.

Who dares to steal something from me? Don’t you know who I am? Or do you think your life is too long and you need to be taught a lesson?”

"This is not what you can say, not to mention that in such a fair place like the auction house, it would be a bit naive to use such a small threat. I'm right, Duan Mu, you are just a

The sect is just being dragged here to get things, what’s the point of being arrogant!" Behind Jiang Shan, a young man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this voice, Duan Mu's whole body trembled obviously. He swallowed and turned around to look at the young man who stood up. His face was a little ugly. He never thought that he would be the one who really challenged him.

Mu Long, the heir to the next head of the Mu family, is a very talented and powerful disciple.

He seemed to be smiling dryly. He gritted his teeth and looked at the shining Wannian Ganoderma lucidum on the table. The air was still full of medicinal fragrance. He wanted to get it. He wanted to get the Wannian Ganoderma lucidum. Otherwise,

, once he returns to the sect, he will be dead.

"No...I won't give in. Even if you are from the Mu family, so what? My sect master has never missed anything he likes. This time, I won't give in. You will die.

This is my intention, this ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, I will never let go even if I die!"