Editha obediently climbed back onto the chair, her little feet dangling.

"This friend offered me one thousand Baishen coins, but someone continued to increase the price."

The auctioneer's eyes fell on the man who made the bid, and the sharp cold light made the man's heart suddenly clear, as if he had done something impulsive.

However, when he turned his attention to the sword-shaped spiritual weapon, his clarity disappeared again.

For this intermediate spiritual sword, I have to fight no matter what.

If you are lucky enough to get this knife at auction, and then fake it for real, grab the knife and run away during the handover, this city will not be dominated by the shopping mall chaebol. There are many forces that surpass the chaebol here. Find one by yourself.

With a new backer, why worry about not being able to use this sword for yourself?

Because he is also a knife user.

But it’s just one thousand white god coins.

For a spiritual knife with an original price of more than 5,000 Baishen coins, it is definitely worth buying even for non-knife users.

Everyone spoke one after another with the idea of ​​​​running away after taking the photo.

"I will pay you one thousand two hundred white god coins."

"I'll pay you one thousand five hundred white god coins."

"I will pay you one thousand eight hundred white god coins."

"I'm out..."

People in the audience were talking one after another, as if they had to rush to pick up a big bargain, so fast that even the auctioneer and host could not catch up, and everyone was minding their own business in bidding.

Finally, the price skyrocketed and reached 3,000 Baishen coins.

puff!

It wasn't the sound of fighting, nor was it an unexpected appearance.

If it were an accident, it would be that he was stunned for a moment, looking at the out-of-control auctioneer man below, with a large amount of blood spurting out of his mouth. He was originally quite strong, but because of the lack of cooperation from the people below, his breath plummeted.

Breathing is also breathless.

"Wow, grandpa is sick. We won't be filming anymore. We'll do it later. Please hurry up and get grandpa to the hospital."

Seeing this, the two little girls seemed extremely worried. The little girl jumped off the chair and went to see the auctioneer man, while the older girl rushed ahead of everyone, showing superhuman speed and came directly to the auctioneer.

In front of the sword-shaped spiritual weapon, he reached out and pocketed the sword-shaped spiritual weapon. A middle-aged man, who seemed to have no intention of competing, threw out the price of one thousand white god coins.

This price is significantly higher than the base price.

This time, the auctioneer shook suddenly, moved his body while holding the auction seat, and blood could be seen gushing from the corner of his mouth.

The dignified practitioner was so angry that he vomited blood.

"Wow, Grandpa is sick. Grandpa, please go down and rest. We won't be filming anymore."

Adisha was extremely concerned and screamed with heartache for this grandpa.

"What's wrong with that?" The man's eyes widened and he yelled.

Seeing that the little girl was petrified by his blood-spurting roar, for fear of scaring the little girl to tears and making them refuse to sell her, he quickly changed to a gentle voice and said: "Little sister, grandpa is okay, this is an old illness, a little

Just let me rest for a while and sit down again, okay?"

"Yeah, good."

Editha obediently climbed back onto the chair, her little feet dangling.

"This friend offered me one thousand Baishen coins, but someone continued to increase the price."

The auctioneer's eyes fell on the man who made the bid, and the sharp cold light made the man's heart suddenly clear, as if he had done something impulsive.

However, when he turned his attention to the sword-shaped spiritual weapon, his clarity disappeared again.

For this intermediate spiritual sword, I have to fight no matter what.

If you are lucky enough to get this knife at auction, and then fake it for real, grab the knife and run away during the handover, this city will not be dominated by the shopping mall chaebol. There are many forces that surpass the chaebol here. Find one by yourself.

With a new backer, why worry about not being able to use this sword for yourself?

Because he is also a knife user.

But it’s just one thousand white god coins.

For a spiritual knife with an original price of more than 5,000 Baishen coins, it is definitely worth buying even for non-knife users.

Everyone spoke one after another with the idea of ​​​​running away after taking the photo.

"I will pay you one thousand two hundred white god coins."

"I'll pay you one thousand five hundred white god coins."

"I will pay you one thousand eight hundred white god coins."

"I'm out..."

People in the audience were talking one after another, as if they had to rush to pick up a big bargain, so fast that even the auctioneer and host could not catch up, and everyone was minding their own business in bidding.

Finally, the price skyrocketed and reached 3,000 Baishen coins.

puff!

It wasn't the sound of fighting, nor was it an unexpected appearance.

If it were an accident, it would be that he was stunned for a moment, looking at the out-of-control auctioneer man below, with a large amount of blood spurting out of his mouth. He was originally quite strong, but because of the lack of cooperation from the people below, his breath plummeted.

Breathing is also breathless.

"Wow, grandpa is sick. We won't be filming anymore. We'll do it later. Please hurry up and get grandpa to the hospital."
Chapter completed!