Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5046: Tit-for-tat

The thirty-nine treasures of the lot have passed, and in the end only one treasure is left.

And this last treasure is also a Cang Lian Dan.

Qing Ling held it in her palm, and even before she could quote the reserve price, she was immediately preempted by a lazy and elegant voice.

"700 million."

The Temple of Heaven was in a complete uproar, and all the immortals and even the Lord of Heaven looked towards the third layer of space.

It was 100 million higher than the reserve price, which is equivalent to telling the rest of Yanxian in disguise that this last Cang Lian Pill is bound to be obtained.

Qing Ling's expression became tense. She knew that the quoter was not Gu Haicheng, but Shang Junzong.

"Boom!"

In the space belonging to the visitors from Ancient Sea City, the young man was furious and directly shattered the jade chair beside him.

"Is Shang Junzong looking for death!!"

"Master, this last pill, we can't give up." Elder Yanxian said nervously.

"You don't need to remind you." He shouted in a deep voice, then offered an offer.

"750 million!"

Immediately after that, the lazy and elegant sounded again.

"800 million."

The Wangu Wushuang auction house is dead, and all the immortals and even the masters of heaven are looking towards the third level of space.

This is just a round of quotation, which directly exceeds the price of the last pill.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

"830 ​​million!"

"850 million."

"880 million!"

"Nine hundred million."

The temple was completely silent. All Yanxian showed an unspeakable expression after hearing this number.

The price of 900 million yuan has completely exceeded the transaction price of the last Emperor Pin Pill by 100 million yuan.

One hundred million Heishan spars are enough to be used for hundreds of millions of years, even longer.

This is beyond imagination.

At this moment, the space of the visitors from Ancient Sea City is completely agitated.

He was the son who was holding the winning ticket, but he was firmly suppressed by this price.

The thirteen horizons of the ancient sea city, the Heishan spar that can be mobilized is only 800 million at most, but the price of the Emperor Pin Pill has already far exceeded 800 million, reaching as much as 900 million.

Although the son was angry, everything was helpless.

His chest rises and falls, and his eyes are hard to hide.

At this moment, the Yanli enchantment was rippling, and then a maid stepped into the space.

She lied slightly, and said softly, "Master Cui has something to say, you just need to quote, no matter how high the price, in the end this pill belongs to your ancient sea city."

The son of Guhaicheng was shocked, his expression changed from the initial anger to relief.

Then, the elder Yanxian next to him said, "In this way, Lord Lautri has bothered, and I am grateful for the thirteen horizons of Ancient Sea City."

The maid nodded and walked away.

The son was relieved, looked at the expression in the center of the hall, and returned to the state of holding the winning ticket.

"Billions!"

The hall turned from dead silence to noisy, and they were all shocked.

One billion bids, this has broken the 20,000-year transaction price of Wangu Wushuang Auction House, and this is not the end.

Just when all Yanxian thought that the final transaction price was 1 billion, the space that had been silent for a long time quoted the price again.

"1.1 billion."

The immortals can't make expressions anymore, they can't imagine the 1.1 billion black mountain spars.

"1.2 billion!"

The straightforward and neat offer once again hit the minds of the immortals.

"My son, you can't make any more prices. The most affordable price of the sect is already 1.2 billion, and we can no longer bid."

In the third layer of space, the black shadow whispered, already anxious in his words.

The young man standing with his hands in his hands, wearing a gold, blue and silver painted costume, slowly closed his eyes.

"1.2 billion, 1.2 billion...that's 1.2 billion."

"You said, can they get so many black mountain spars?"

Hearing this, Sombra whispered, "Go back to the son, let's give them the pill for the time being this time. Let's come again in five hundred years. By then, we will only need half the price to get one."

"But I am unwilling..." The young man sighed.

In the middle of the hall, Qing Ling breathed a sigh of relief without a trace. The last time he bid 1.2 billion was from Guhaicheng.

This also means that her goal has been achieved.

"If this is the case, then this last Cang Lian Dan will be held by the Thirteen Heavens in Ancient Sea City..."

Without a sentence, the third layer suddenly rippled.

Then, the enchantment retreated, and more than ten Yanxians from Shang Junzong stepped down into the air and came to the center of the hall.

When Qing Ling saw this, she hurriedly put away the black box of shammu in her heart, stepped back and looked at the visitor vigilantly.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen Yanxians from Guhai City quickly walked across the air, standing on the opposite side of Shang Junzong.

The four eyes are facing each other, and Young Master Gu Haicheng said coldly, "Why, the bid is not successful, do you want to grab it?"

The young son of Shang Junzong smiled slightly when he heard this, "No, no, you have misunderstood this. I am here just to verify one thing."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Qingling, "Girl Qingling, I want to verify something."

"Of course." Although Qingling was a little confused, she nodded.

"The thing I want to prove is, can his Ancient Sea City actually come up with 1.2 billion black mountain spars? If not, what should I do?"

As soon as this was said, the hall became noisy again.

All the elders of Guhai City changed their expressions and became nervous.

In this auction, the Black Mountain spar they brought was only 800 million, and it was impossible to come up with 1.2 billion at a time.

At the moment, they have no solution in the face of such persecution.

The son of Guchenghai's face was cold, as if trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

Seeing this change, the young son of Shang Junzong smiled secretly, "Oh, can't you get it out?"

Then, he turned his head to look at Qingling, "Girl Qingling, what should I do if I can't bid the corresponding price?"

Qing Ling's face changed, she also knew the seriousness of this kind of thing, and she didn't dare to speak out, "This..."

The next moment, a bohemian voice resounded, quieting the entire noisy hall.

"How is it possible that the corresponding bid can't be offered? Guy from Guhaicheng, continue."

All Yanxians looked up and saw a figure wearing black gold uniform stepping down into the air. With a wave of his palm, a bag fell into the air.

The son of Guhaicheng smiled with joy and directly raised his hand to take the bag.

Looking at the appearance of this figure, all Yanxians whispered.

They all know clearly that this guy in black and gold uniforms with a look of awkward beating is the third in command of the Wangu Wushuang auction house, Cui Jing.

The sudden appearance of him right now made the situation serious again.

All the evangelists of Shang Junzong took a step back slowly, the young son narrowed his eyes and his expression became more subtle.