"Quickly announce that I can't wait to see the pavilion master's style!"
Li Heng held his teacup out of the window and shook it gently, with a leisurely tone.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man's eyes darkened, and he glanced behind him calmly, and the person standing in the dark behind the high platform slowly shook his head.
"Dear guests, the guests downstairs have already made bids," the middle-aged man's mouth froze indistinctly, and he quickly picked out a smile, "40801, if no one bids, Phoenix Tail Feather Go to the guest in Room A on the third floor!"
"No need to ask," Li Heng said again, "they don't have so many immortal crystals. Even if the Holy Land is here, they won't take out so many at once. Make sure quickly and don't waste time."
"Wait a minute, 4,085,001!"
There was an offer on the east side of the second floor.
The middle-aged man’s eyes suddenly changed, and he seemed to be a little puzzled, and he couldn’t bear to get excited, “Okay, for the first time at 40,85,001!
"the second time!"
"Four thousand and nine hundred and one thousand and one."
Li Heng said leisurely.
"...41 million and one!"
Tianling Shengzi hesitated for an instant, and personally opened the bidding.
Li Heng looked at the second floor and smiled meaningfully, "So persistent? We will have no grudges, will we?"
"..."
Silent on the second floor.
The middle-aged man moved his fingers slightly, the news came, but soon he was confused, it turned out to be him
The saint son of Luoxia Holy Land
How could he have so many immortal crystals for a fallen son
"Forty-one million and one, does anyone continue?"
The middle-aged people were a little bit undecided. The guests who came today were all expected, but they didn't expect to kill a Luoxia Shengzi halfway through.
He had only heard something about the Saint Son of Luoxia, and didn't know much about it. After all, no one would pay attention to a Saint Son of the Holy Land who was driven out.
The latest news for the middle-aged people is that the Intercontinental Alliance ordered that the whole world wants the son of Luoxia!
"Boss, do you want to buy?"
Nan Lingzi quietly glanced at it, but he didn't dare to let go of his spiritual sense, because he was afraid of attracting the attention of others, so his voice was much quieter.
"buy what?"
Li Heng said as usual.
"Buy, buy that," Nan Lingzi winked at Li Heng, "Boss, keep your voice down, maybe someone is staring at us right now."
"You are getting more and more wretched."
Li Heng turned his face to look away, probably couldn't bear to look directly at Nan Lingzi's expression.
"I… "
Why is he insignificant? He is obviously suave, handsome, upright and kind!
"Forty-two million and one!"
A voice that had never spoken suddenly appeared.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but look to the third floor, which was the room where the most distinguished guest of Linglong Pavilion was.
"who is it?"
Tianling Shengzi's heart shuddered, feeling a sudden increase in pressure.
Tianling Sacred Land and Linglong Pavilion have cooperated for a long time. Naturally, I know the meaning of the room in the east corner of the upper floor. The voice just came from there.
"Forty-three million and one!"
The Son of Heavenly Spirit did not hesitate this time, no matter who it was, the Holy Land of Heavenly Spirit had never been afraid.
"Forty-four million and one."
"Forty-five million and one!"
"Forty-six million and one."
"Forty-seven million and one!"
When you come and go, the air seems to be filled with the smell of gunpowder, and Tianling Shengzi almost suspected that this person was pretending to be Li Heng.
The price increased again, and the people such as Tianling Shengzi finally arrived. As soon as he entered the door, he immediately took out the Qiankun bag and handed it to him, "Shengzi, a total of 30 million immortal crystals have been raised. This is the sum of the twelve sects. Please have a look."
"Very well, with these 30 million, Phoenix Tail Feather is determined to win!"
Heavenly Spirit Saint Child suddenly increased his pride, with 30 million immortal crystals, plus his, can definitely kill the audience in seconds.
"Forty-eight million and one."
Still that voice, still calm tone, everything seems to be normal.
"...49 million and one."
"Fifty million and one."
"Okay, fifty million," the middle-aged man felt almost, "50 million and one for the first time, the second time, the third..."
"Wait, there is me."
There was a voice on the west side of the second floor.
Li Heng seemed to have expected it a long time ago, not surprisingly, he seemed to be thinking, not knowing what he was thinking.