As the green pheasant's words fell, in Su Yan's eyes, it was no longer a broken weapon, but a barrier of his own immortal, who guarded the soul, a kind of supreme feat.
No matter how expensive it is, it must be auctioned off.
Even at this moment in Su Yan's mind, he can imagine what kind of heartache Mo Fanchen, who has never met before, lost his homeland and weapons that have accompanied him for thousands of years. If he were here today, it would be a heartache to face his own weapon as a tattered one and become the object of others' bidding.
I wish he was still alive!
At this moment, the halberd below has been called for 200,000 shots, and Su Yan suddenly stood up: "Three hundred thousand!" Su Yan raised the price by one hundred thousand!
This sound made the sound of the lower throbbing abruptly stopped, this is also too strong, all are increased from 11 to 10 thousand, and I have never seen a direct one.
In the private room, the people who were talking and laughing were also shocked by Su Yan's abrupt shouts. Ling Yu came quickly and covered Su Yan's mouth.
"What are you shouting nonsense?" Ling Yu trembled all over, and the master Lu Beixuan's expression was extremely ugly. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was just useless scrap iron. What do you want it to do.
Three hundred thousand yuan, I give you inner disciples only one thousand yuan a month for the divine source subsidy. This time, you can be regarded as paying your subsidy for the next 30 years in advance.
Su Yan turned around, looked at the silence that was immediately suppressed to the extreme, and An Yingying, who was gloating with misfortune, suddenly rolled his eyes.
"What's wrong with everyone, you all yelled. Both Sister An and Senior Brother Duan can yell. I want to yell too. Don't worry, I will continue to increase the fare," Su Yan laughed.
"One time three hundred thousand, two times three hundred thousand, three times three hundred thousand! Okay, this big halberd will belong to room 97." With the sound of the hammer falling on the table below, the room became more intense. silence.
Lu Beixuan's face was even more straightforward.
"Well, this is a pit, this old man doesn't play the card according to the way, why do you call someone to increase the price, and if I call it, no one is there?" Su Yan looked very innocent.
"Old Seven!" Lu Beixuan was really angry and called Ling Yu directly. Ling Yu also hated iron and steel and looked at Su Yan. With this mouth, 300,000 divine origins were dazzled, and there was no sound. Heard, spend 300,000 gods to buy a piece of scrap iron back, ready to go back to the furnace to rebuild it.
Su Yan lowered his head at the moment, and his two index fingers touched each other, and said in a low voice, "I was wrong."
"Very good, Su Yan, remember to take good care of it. When I come to see you next time, we will look for him. If we can't find it, we will go to the new dragon realm. You have to tell me well, I need to understand everything." The green pheasant's voice sounded.
"Understand Senior, wait a minute, Senior, do you know Doubu and Fengbu?" Su Yan seemed to feel that the green pheasant's voice was about to dissipate, and said hurriedly.
"Know!" The green pheasant's voice sounded, Su Yan was pleasantly surprised, but he might not have heard the pain in the green pheasant's voice.
Su Yan raised his head, the eyes of the waiter next to him gradually became normal. He seemed to be a little puzzled. He didn't know what happened, but in a faint, he seemed to have heard what was auctioned, so he had to write it down in a hurry.
"Take him out!" Lu Beixuan directly ordered Su Yan to evict his guests. It seemed that he was really angry this time, and Su Yan's eyes widened. I'll go, 300,000 yuan, but this auction is still paying. There are two days, I am leaving the field halfway
"Sect Master, I don't have that much money," Su Yan whispered. Since it has been determined that the private room has been auctioned down below, even if you call out ten million, you have to follow the rules, and you have to make up for it.
Lu Beixuan stopped speaking, and Su Yan bowed: "The master, it is the disciple Meng Lang. This loss will be deducted from all the resources of the disciple in the future. In the future, the disciple will be his own housekeeper, so he won’t bother with any cultivation resources of the sect. , The disciple can be regarded as gaining some experience, and ask the master to atone for his sins!" Su Yan knelt down on one knee.
"Su Yan, you—" Ling Yu wanted to help, but...
Lu Beixuan looked at Su Yan and sighed: "You don't want to participate in the next auction. All monthly subsidies for the next 30 years will be deducted. I hope you can remember this lesson."
"Thank you, the master, the disciple was wrong!" Su Yan looked grateful. In fact, there was a moment of disapproval in his heart. It was only 300,000. If you really can't afford it, half price discount, that is, only 15 Pantheon, I went out and borrowed them from Hod.
You know, I pay 100,000 yuan to the Panlong Guild every month. It’s a big deal to deduct it from there. The reason why the Zongmen pays is because I always feel that I have suffered a loss this time. Two million will be given later. I have 300,000, and handed it to the other party 150,000, and I still earn 150,000.
There is another, that is the last bet with An Yingying, the essence of the six generations of ancient gods, plus 150,000 gods, maybe, it can go further.
Su Yan would be grateful. An Yingying, who had been gloating in misfortune, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly got up to stop him: "Don't be the master!"
"Huh?" Everyone looked at An Yingying, and An Yingying's face blushed. If it was given, her blood would be gone. That would be too wrong. For Su Yan, she lost again. How can it be reconciled.
"Senior Sister An, are you really going to kill me? Everyone is in the same class anyway, how can you not remember the same kind of love? I keep calling you Sister, you, how can you be so cruel.
Moreover, I have already yelled, representing the private room No. 97, yelling on behalf of our top demon spiritual master’s identity, already raw rice and cooking mature rice, it’s too late to regret it, and I have also paid for my actions. After thirty years of punishment, there is not so much money in itself, and people also watched it, don't let people underestimate our Vulcan door! "Su Yan didn't give An Yingying a chance to speak more at all, pointing to the waiter standing next to him.
The waiter looked at the crowd. Lu Beixuan was also a face-loving person. After holding down his storage bag for a while, he directly put three hundred thousand gods into a small bag and threw it to Su Yan.
"Sit down, Yingying, don't let people look down on our sect, only 300,000 yuan, we can still afford it." Lu Beixuan said.
"I—" An Yingying's tears rolled in her eyes, and her grievances had nowhere to go. Now she only regrets, why should she bet with this despicable and shameless person.
Duan Qingfeng also sighed slightly, got up and pulled An Yingying to sit down, but looking at Su Yan, he admired his cheeky in his heart.
Because he said when he was betting on Zongmen before, he would let Zongmen pay for him. In other words, the shouting just now was not unintentional, but it was planned long ago and there was no way.
This kid, awesome!
Recommend the new book of Metropolitan God Laoshi: (End of this chapter)