"Why"
Hun Changqing waved his hand, interrupted Medusa, and said with a smile
"Shasha, don't just fight, rob, and kill. We must have the demeanor of a strong fighting sect. Here are some soul fighting kings. How can we, as seniors, rob them? Where’s the stuff? Do you think so?”
Hai Bodong was speechless as he listened. He didn't quite understand how such words came out of Hun Changqing's mouth.
Medusa, on the other hand, crossed her arms and stared at Hun Changqing with a scrutinizing gaze, as if to say no more
"Are you sure you have the demeanor of a strong man? Do you have the demeanor of a strong man and would you rely on your strength to do so many beastly things?"
Hun Changqing ignored the strange looks in their eyes and continued.
"Furthermore, these people don't know that these Three Thousand Thunder Movements are the prerequisite for cultivating the Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Body. They only regard it as an ordinary low-level earth-level fighting skill, and the person who buys it will have to endure the pursuit of Fenglei Pavilion, so The auction price shouldn’t be very high. I estimate that only eight million gold coins will be enough. I still need these gold coins..."
Before Hun Changqing could finish speaking, a deafening shout came from the audience.
"Ten million gold coins! This friend from the Shanyin Sect bids ten million gold coins. Does anyone else want to increase the price? If not, this friend will own this volume of Three Thousand Thunderbolts!"
Medusa:……
Haibodong:......
After Hun Changqing heard the huge shout coming from below, his smiling face instantly froze.
Medusa looked at Hun Changqing with a sneer on her face, the meaning contained in it was self-evident.
Haibodong, on the other hand, felt extremely embarrassed for his master, and took out a Mittel Auction House on his feet.
Hun Changqing felt Medusa's mocking gaze, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
In an instant, the momentum around him surged, and the terrifying peak Douzong momentum burst out without reservation, covering the entire auction hall.
Suddenly, everyone, including the masters of preventing riots at the auction belonging to the eight gates behind the crystal stage, suddenly felt a cold and evil aura that was so terrifying that it suffocated them and was heading towards them to suppress it. , I was filled with fear, my body was shaking and bending, and I was about to lie on the ground, unable to move.
"I offer...eight million gold coins...does anyone have any opinions..."
Once the hoarseness reached the extreme level, the sound like the wail of a ghost clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
The extremely sharp sound seemed to pierce people's eardrums. Many people felt their ears buzzing after the sound was finished, and even the ears of some people with insufficient cultivation began to overflow with blood.
All the people who had seen Hun Changqing and the others at the door had already guessed what was going on, and were even more frightened.
The old man on the crystal stage was trembling violently at this moment. Douwang-level fighting spirit enveloped him. He forced himself to stand and looked at the mouth with trembling eyes.
"This... friend... this auction... is... eight fans..."
However, before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the pressure on his body had skyrocketed again, directly exceeding the limit of what he could bear.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out directly from the old man's mouth. His body was pushed to the ground by the terrifying pressure, unable to move. His pupils were slightly dilated and his body was twitching.
"I said...eight million...does anyone have any opinions..."
The harsh sound from before once again came from the box in the VIP room. In the entire auction hall, except for this sound, no one dared to make the slightest sound.
Soon, a middle-aged man with a look of fear on his face and eyes full of fear behind the crystal stage stepped forward with heavy steps and under great pressure, and spoke.
"My lord, these three thousand thunderbolts belong to you! Please... take them..."
When everyone in the hall saw this middle-aged man, a name came to mind.
"Master of the Eight Gates - Yuan Yi!"
As Yuan Yi's voice fell, the momentum in the hall instantly dissipated. When everyone felt that the terrifying pressure disappeared, they felt relieved and fearful.
"Whoosh"
A sound broke through the air, and a black gold deposit card flew out of the box in an instant, and the next moment, it was embedded in the huge bright crystal table.
"There are eight million in it. Bring three thousand Lei Dong up."
A hoarse voice came from the box again.
"Yes! Yes! Sir!"
Yuan Yi answered quickly, then picked up the three thousand thunder scrolls from the old man lying on the ground and flew towards the VIP room at the fastest speed in his life.
If Fan Qi, the leader of the Blood Sect, sees him, he will definitely be stunned, because Yuan Yi's speed at this time has completely exceeded the speed when the two of them were being chased by the old demon Gu Fen, and they have reached a new level. .
…
Under the extremely speechless gazes of Medusa and Haibodong, Hun Changqing played with the Three Thousand Thunder Scrolls in his hands. After a moment, he threw it into the ring and said
"Look, I guess eight million gold coins can be used to capture these three thousand thunders, right?"
"Haha, is this what you call the demeanor of a strong man? Why don't you just give it to others? Are you humiliating them by throwing the eight million to them?"
Medusa sneered. She was already used to Hun Changqing's inappropriate behavior.
Hun Changqing was a little dissatisfied with what Medusa said, so she waved her hand and said
"How can it be called humiliation? This is a matter of integrity as a senior. If I say I will give him eight million, I will give him eight million."
"Haha~"
Medusa continued to sneer, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Hai Bodong still kept his eyes straight, quietly pretending to be blind, deaf, and mute.
Hai Bodong finally figured it out. Anyway, as long as Hun Changqing participated in the auction, someone would definitely be unlucky. Last time it was him, but this time it was everyone in the Black Seal City auction house except the three of them.
…
"Ahem, since the auctioneer just now is a little unwell, I will be the one to host the next auction."
The old man who was lying like a dead dog on the crystal stage was dragged down at some point, and was replaced by a middle-aged man with an awkward smile on his face.
Although Hun Changqing made such a fuss just now, the auction should have been stopped, but Hun Changqing only took action once, and also paid eight million gold coins.
Although when Soul Changqing paid, a crack was cut out of the crystal platform by the gold deposit card, and it would cost a lot of gold coins to repair it.
However, these losses are still relatively acceptable, so the auction house's executives believe that the auction can continue.
So he replaced another auctioneer, stabilized the atmosphere in the venue, and continued to auction the remaining items.
Everyone present listened to the middle-aged man's words and cursed in their hearts. These auctioneers in the auction house are just good at talking. How could they not know the situation?
However, they quickly focused on the remaining lots. Anyway, as long as they didn't offend the big guys in the VIP room, the auction could still continue.
