Valkyrie

Chapter 69 The Marquis in White and the Youth in Linen

In the Scarlet Auction, the appearance of Ye Haihua is undoubtedly a blockbuster. There are many people who bid, watch the show, discuss, and have other thoughts.

Bids began to heat up.

In half a quarter of an hour, the price of Yehaihua soared to 2000 million.The red-sleeved lady on the happy stage had a charming smile on her face.Eye waves flowed back and forth among the crowd, full of charm.

So far, although only four people are left to bid, it is undoubtedly a battle of intrigue.

Song Yuanyang and Song Chen had already walked out of the box, and stood in the corridor, looking at Ye Haihua below, exuding a mountain-like aura.

The posture of the man in white has never changed, the hat perfectly concealed his gloomy face twisted together, and murderous intent flowed in his eyes.

As for the young man in sackcloth... the bidding price is still a bit jerky, and the price increase is not much each time.But even though his palms were sweating, he kept clenching his teeth.

"Twenty-six and a half million!"

Lin Huang called out the price again, but never walked out of the box.Perhaps in the eyes of everyone, this is the Blood Clothes League bidding, but only Lin Huang knows that he is talking about tiger skins.

"300 million... The Bloodcloth Alliance is indeed rich and powerful, and it can still increase the price by 300 million!"

"After all, standing behind him is Jia Wanjin, how can he be compared with ordinary forces?"

"I'm afraid someone is going to leave!"

……

In the private room, Lin Huang frowned and raised the price by 300 million at a time. His intention was to show his confidence and let someone leave the venue.

Although Lin Huang's confidence is not enough.

When he went out, Lin Huang took away a lot of the property of the God-General's Mansion, but after all, the God-General's Mansion was not a profitable business.

"Father, it's 300 million, which is almost our limit. If there are any more, the brothers in the pavilion will drink the northwest wind."

Song Chen gritted his teeth and looked at the box of the Blood Clothes League with some resentment.The forces of the two sides are already on the same level, and after today, the conflict is likely to escalate again.

Song Yuanyang frowned, but his mind was not as simple as Song Chen's. A pair of eagle eyes stared at the man in white and hat below, as if he was thinking about something.

"Continue to increase the price, be sure to kick the man in white first!"

In the box, Han Qixiu's voice came.

Song Yuanyang also nodded, realizing that Han Qixiu had thought of something with him.The man in white is a real Wuhou strong man.

If you let it get the sea of ​​​​flowers, it is not easy to snatch it.

But if the man in white is forced to withdraw from the competition, the other two will get the sea of ​​​​flowers, and it will be much easier to snatch it.

In the best case, the silly young roe deer in sackcloth and sackcloth won the sea of ​​karma.

In this way, the empty-glove white wolf basically succeeded.

"Twenty-six and a half million!"

Subsequently, Song Yuanyang made an offer.Although Tiansong Pavilion and Han Qixiu couldn't come up with so much money, but after all, they were mixed up, and they were very confident.

really……

After Song Yuanyang made the bid, the man in white, who had never moved at all, stretched out his hand and pressed the hat.

Seeing this, Song Yuanyang couldn't help showing a smug smile, he knew that his plan was successful.This Marquis powerhouse should be about to retire.

But the next moment, the smile on Song Yuanyang's face froze.

After the man in white pressed the bamboo hat, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Song Yuanyang.Song Yuanyang saw that face clearly.

A horribly pale face.

Fitting those eyes that were as cold as a blade, Song Yuanyang felt cold all over his body in an instant.

He saw the black-robed man smiling at him, the corners of his mouth cracked, as if the impermanence of hell was waving to him with a chain of ecstasy.

Afterwards, the man in white lowered his head again and said unhurriedly:
"Twenty-five million... zero and one taels!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar.

No one would have thought that the man in white only added one or two.Such an approach is obviously humiliating the Tiansong Pavilion.

The strength of Wuhou's strong man is indeed extraordinary.

"Father...Father..."

Song Chen's face on the side was extremely pale. He just saw that face, and saw that terrifyingly white face.

"Elder Han..."

Song Yuanyang also began to play drums in his heart. He had seen many martial arts warriors, but he had never felt such a strong smell of death.He found himself actually frightened.

"..."

There was a long silence in the box.

Han Qixiu saw that face just now, and his heart was already full of shock at this moment.He vaguely guessed the origin of that face.

But if there is no Ye Haihua, the meridian he was pulled away by Xiao Yishan would be...

"never mind!"

After a long time, Han Qixiu said hoarsely, her withered palms turning blue.If it is an ordinary Wuhou strong, with the backing behind him, he may be able to fight.

But the origin of this man made him a little scared.

even fear.

Listening to the sound from the box, Song Yuanyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his back was already soaked unconsciously.

The Quartet competes, and the Tiansong Pavilion has now retired!
In the box of the Blood Clothes League, Feng Wanli was playing with a string of beads, his eyes swept across the silhouette of the man in white, with an inexplicable smile on his mouth, and then he gestured to Tu Gang beside him:
"It's ready!"

Just when the man in white looked up, he also saw that face.

Then the young man in linen asked again:
"Twenty-six million taels!"

"Twenty-six million and one taels!"

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the man in white rang out. He didn't understand, even Tiansong Pavilion would not dare to make trouble in front of him. How could a young man in ragged clothes have any confidence to challenge him.

Is this a newborn calf who doesn't know the consequences?
In the box, Lin Huang fell silent. Many people saw the face of the man in white, and he naturally saw it too.

That terrifyingly pale face had a strong Yin Qi entwined between its eyebrows.If it is not born like this, then it means that he has practiced some kind of evil practice.

And the young man in sackcloth looked at the man in white at this moment.

The face of the young man in linen has a very obvious look of fear, but he clenched his teeth tightly and did not want to let go. He slowly raised the sign in his hand and shouted:
"Twenty-six and a half million!"

"Twenty-six million and one taels!"

The man in black immediately opened his mouth, his bloodless lips pursed a trace of murderous aura.

"Twenty-six million taels!"

In Feng Wanli's box, Lin Huang opened his mouth.He ignored the silent threat of the man in white. All he knew was that if he missed the sea of ​​karma this time, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

Ok?
The man in white frowned, turned his head and glanced at the box where Lin Huang was, anger grew in his heart.He originally thought that the withdrawal of Tiansong Pavilion would allow some people to know what to do.

This linen-clothed youth is just a stunned young man. How dare you from the blood-clothed alliance dare to step in?
At this moment, the auction house was also quiet, and looking at the strange situation of the three-way competition, I couldn't help holding my breath.

Linen youth.

Men in white.

Blood Clothes.

The young man dressed in linen was really shabby, and he couldn't tell that he was a rich master, and his strength was only in the realm of the earth. Why did he refuse to give in?
Although the Blood Clothes League is rich and powerful, there is no strong Marquis of Wu to sit in after all.Why would you dare to challenge the man in white?
And the man in white felt extremely frustrated and angry when he thought about it.

A dignified martial artist, is it so difficult to shoot something?

Just as everyone was contemplating and paying attention, the young man in linen turned his head, looked at the red sleeves on the stage, and asked jerkily, "But... can I use items as collateral?"

At this moment, in the hands of the young man in linen, he was tightly holding a silver jade necklace with Qinglong Ming characters.

The young man in mai asked awkwardly, but the eyes of the people in the auction room were about to fall.At this moment, they have really confirmed that this young man in linen is a chick.

I don't even know the basic rules of the auction house.

Mortgage of goods?

The identification and valuation of any item takes a long time.And once this rule is released, all items are mortgaged, how will the funds of the auction house flow?

Lin Huang looked at the young man in linen, but smiled.I remember when I participated in the auction for the first time, it was like this, and then I was thrown out of the auction.

I still remember that time, he was robbing Jun Qingcheng for a treasure.

On the stage, Miss Red Sleeve looked at the young man in linen and shook her head with a smile.

The face of the young man in linen darkened, revealing a deep sense of loss.Looking at the jade bottle in Hongxiu's hand, he spread his palm unwillingly and said:
"My mother said that this necklace can be exchanged for a promise from Xuanyuan Tibing!"

As soon as the young man's voice fell, the expressions of everyone in the auction hall changed drastically, and messy voices sounded all over the auction hall in an instant, just because the young man in linen mentioned Xuanyuan Tibing.

The man called the myth of the world.

Xuanyuan raises troops? !
A promise made by Xuanyuan Tibing would be so precious.Even the industry sea flower is out of reach.After all, it was Xuanyuan Tibing.

It's a human myth.

At this moment, even the man in white has a big change in expression, and his eyes are like sinister hooks staring at the young man in linen.

Feng Wanli's brows have never been so deeply wrinkled.

The smile on Miss Hongxiu's face suddenly froze.

The young man in linen naturally didn't know what kind of uproar his words caused.

……

Suddenly, there was a shrill roar in the auction hall, and the man in white turned into a shadow, slaughtering the young man in linen like a thunderbolt.

And at the moment when the man in white made his move, Feng Wanli's figure disappeared instantly, and then a huge 'yu' appeared in front of the young man in linen, like a copper wall.

Miss Red Sleeve's slender jade hand protruded instantly, and three delicate flying needles were like three meteors, heading towards the man in white.

boom!
With a loud bang, when the white man's fist touched the copper wall with the word 'Yu', the original indestructible words instantly turned to dust.

The man in white waved his sleeves again, and the three flying needles that came towards him immediately turned around and headed towards Miss Red Sleeve.

Marquis Wu's strength is undoubtedly evident at this moment.

The man in white clasped his five fingers, like eagle claws, and grabbed the young man in linen. Sen Bai's face was full of hideous smiles, and he was extremely happy.

He knew that this time he was going to make a great contribution to the organization...

(End of this chapter)