Horizontal Push Starts From the Demon World Chapter 122

After the auction of an item was successful, the woman showed a smile, watching Chu Qianxing's heart rippling.

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"Miss Ruoshui's appearance really makes people linger."

"Ruoshui?"

"Yeah, didn't you listen carefully, just now she said her name was 'Ruoshui'."

Chu Qianxing shook the iron fan in his hand, obviously a little uneasy in his heart. He saw that Ning Ke didn't react after hearing what he said, and he continued to look down.

Others may be thinking about the auction, but his mind is not on it.

Ning Ke watched each item being photographed, his expression did not change at all, and he even felt a little bored.

He took out a spear tip and played with it, his mind drifting away.

In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour had passed, and the maid came forward with a tray in hand. She raised her hand to uncover the silk cloth, as if she was quite familiar with the items in it.

Looking at the worn-out porcelain bowl, she smiled and said:

"I want to come here, all the guests have seen it on the list, but there must be some guests who are not familiar with it, so I will say more.

After all, it has been dull for so long, and it is necessary to use a good thing to refresh everyone.

This porcelain bowl is called a wicked bowl. Although it is not a repression, it is not weaker than the ordinary red fiend, and even better than many black fiends.

Its function is to summon five white shackles from it.

All of you present are masters, just to say that these five little white ghosts are indeed a little weak."

"What are you talking about, shoot quickly if you want to shoot!"

At this moment, someone snorted coldly from the dark, and the tone was a little unkind.

The woman on the stage didn't care when she heard this, she just smiled.

"It seems that there are seniors in the field who know the goods. They don't want Ruo Shui to tell the details."

After she finished speaking, she paused slightly, and faintly heard that someone had begun to discuss, just then said:

"Do you still remember, Li Xiu, the snitch from Yinyuewu five years ago?

This strange bowl is what he became famous for.

These five little monsters are not pure Baisha realm little monsters, they can be cultivated.

At the beginning, Li Xiu cultivated him into the strangeness of the five peak red evil spirits. The five evil spirits were combined into one, and their strength was far greater than that of ordinary Dirty Gang masters, and they resisted the pursuit of many forces.

But at that time, because he secretly wanted to **** the goods from my Yingyuebaozhai, and finally folded it in the hands of my Yingyuebaozhai, this thing was transferred here.

Moreover, according to the treasure appraiser in my Baozhai, if this item is kept in foster care, at least a Heisha realm can be fostered. This level of strength is believed to have surpassed that of many first-class masters. "

She looked around and found that many people had become short of breath because of her drive, and she also covered her mouth and smiled, and continued:

"However, this thing is not without its disadvantages, that is, every seven days, at least one person's blood is drunk. If it is not timely, it is very likely to backfire on the host.

The little girl has already said the shortcomings, so there is nothing more to say.

Let's go on, I'm afraid there are already guests who can't wait.

In this case, this thing starts at 2,000 silver marrow! "

After a moment of silence in the entire auction hall, a shout came from a corner.

"Three thousand silver marrow!"

"Three thousand three hundred silver marrow!"

"What's your price for being so stingy, four thousand silver marrow!"

All of a sudden, the entire auction hall became boiling.

Those who can pay the entrance fee are all with some net worth and strength.

The more he practiced, the more he understood the difference between the strange Hongsha and the martial artist.

So they boiled right up.

Ning Ke was slightly moved when he heard the price below, but after hearing that it took seven days to kill one person, his mind became a lot lighter.

This intriguing bowl was finally sold for 7,900 silver marrow.

After the auction of this item, several items with a transaction price of no less than 4,000 were auctioned in succession, or exercises or medicinal pills, so he couldn't help but raise the price.

Beside him, there is also a heart guard and a bronze mask.

This bronze mask is similar in effect to the mask he wears in the auction house, and it can isolate certain prying eyes.

And the goggles are a repressive object of several levels of red and evil. Because of the interest, I took it off.

It is worth mentioning that the slaughter he shot was sold for 3,700 taels of silver marrow, which was a considerable premium, and the two items he photographed were similar in value together, neither loss nor profit.

More than an hour later, a middle-aged man walked out of the backstage.

He stood in the middle of the field and bowed his hands to the middle man, saying:

"Guests, a certain family has met here.

The next item has already entered the finale of today. "

After he finished speaking, a long knife appeared in his hand.

Open the blade, and use a set of blade techniques in the swaying room. Under the condensed moonlight, many people hold their breath.

With the long knife in the sheath, he stood still, handed over again, and said:

"This is the first piece of today's auction finale: Heishclass weapon: Queyue Knife!

As long as it is motivated by qi and blood, there will be moonlight looming, which can keep the swaying qi lingering.

There is no limit to the starting price of this knife, and the price increase cannot be less than one hundred taels each time. The highest price will win! "

After the scene was silent for a while, a voice came from upstairs.

"Four thousand taels of silver marrow."

As soon as he spoke, there was silence below, and then there was another quotation.

"Four thousand three hundred taels."

"Four thousand four hundred taels."

Ning Ke heard that there were only three bids from multiple bidders, and the price kept rising slowly. He looked at the long knife, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke slowly, saying:

"Six thousand taels."

He wouldn't make a bid, but the Haihe River God had given him 20,000 silver marrow at that time, saying that he could buy almost three Heisha weapons, and he wanted to test the water first.

After the price was announced ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the whole auction hall was slightly quiet.

After a while, another voice came from the room.

"Six thousand three hundred taels."

"Six thousand four hundred taels."

"Seven thousand taels."

Ning Ke did not hesitate and spoke directly.

After a while of silence, a window was opened, revealing an old and burly figure.

He looked around and sighed softly.

"It seems that this long knife has no chance with me today, and the old man has withdrawn."

"Old Patriarch of the Wang Family, the famous Quick Swordsman in Yingyuewu!"

"The one who has been immersed in the Dirty Gang realm for 40 years and ignored the decline of the family?!"

"Be careful!"

After a while of whispering, the old man got up and left, obviously understanding that the knife was not related to him.

"Guest No. 4, 39, and 7,000 taels of silver marrow, is there any other customer who wants to bid?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, the woman named Ruo Shui on the auction table asked in a low voice.

"Seven thousand one hundred taels."

The voice fell, and another window was opened, revealing the figure of a young man.

He cupped his hands all around and said:

"I have a crush on this long knife. Can you buy me a face when bidding on Xiongtai?"

"This man is the son of the Yingyuewu Dock Master!"

The fox-eared girl beside Ning Ke looked at the man and reminded Ning Ke in a low voice, her ears shrugged, a little puffed up.

"Bidding also identifies identity, which is bad practice."

"Eight thousand taels."

Ning Ke just raised his eyebrows, and after shouting the price, he said to himself:

"What is his face?"

Chapter end