The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 673 I won't raise the price!

Chapter 673 I won't raise the price!

At this moment, Mu Qiuhan's heart felt like a volcano was suppressed. If he hadn't taken into account the rules of the hidden sword villa, he would have taken action on the spot, skinned Ling Hantian's tendons, and died with a knife.

However, Mu Qiuhan was the fifth strongest person in the Xuantian Ranking after all. Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind. He quickly adjusted and shifted his gaze to the crystal table.

"My son bids, fifty-five thousand spirit crystals."

Almost immediately after Mu Qiuhan finished speaking, Ling Hantian's voice sounded again, "Fifty-five thousand and one."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone had the urge to vomit blood. This kid who didn't know where he came from seemed determined to fight Mu Wang's mansion, and he completely tore up the majesty of Mu Wang's mansion. Mu Qiuhan's face was slapped, and many warriors who were unhappy with the Mu Palace secretly felt very relieved.

At this moment, in the VIP room, Mu Qiuhan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Next to him, a young man exuding evil aura stood up, "Brother Mu, it seems that this person has a deep hatred for you in the Mu Palace. And there should be some backing, otherwise I wouldn't be so unscrupulous."

Mu Qiuhan is also not a fool, he will not really think that Ling Hantian has lost his mind, Ling Hantian must have something to rely on, but it just makes Mu Qiuhan think about it, and he can't figure out that Ling Hantian is the ancient country of the Southern Desolation. A person of power.

"Brother Mu, since this person is going to fight with you at Prince Mu's Mansion today, why don't we cheat him first, and when we get out of the Hidden Sword Villa, let's teach him a lesson and get back the bergamot, how about it?"

As soon as Mo Xie said this, Mu Qiuhan groaned for a while, then raised his head, "Brother Mo Xie is worthy of being a generation of ghosts, so I will follow Brother Mo Xie's plan."

"My son bid [-]!"

Mu Qiuhan raised the price to [-] very straightforwardly, and the smile on De Feiyu's face immediately became brighter, her eyes like autumn water were bent into crescents, and her gaze shifted to Ling Hantian.

"Sir, Mr. Mu Qiuhan bid [-] yuan, do you want to increase the price?"

Originally, from a common sense point of view, the value of this bergamot was almost [-], but now it has been raised to [-]. If the price is increased, it is actually worthless.

However, in order to express this anger for Heiman, how could Ling Hantian only let Mu Qiuhan lose [-] spirit crystals? He pondered for a while on purpose, then raised his head, and said slowly, "I'll pay [-] spirit crystals!" .”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes showed such expressions. It seems that this guy who doesn't know where he came from is determined to slap Mu Wangfu's face today.

At this moment, in the VIP room, Mu Qiuhan's eyes fell on Mo Xie, "Brother Mo Xie, this guy doesn't seem to dare to bid any more. How about we just call it a day and let him bid [-]?"

This Mo Xie showed an inscrutable smile, shook his head, and said confidently, "Brother Mu, no, this guy did it on purpose, you can continue to increase the price, and he will definitely follow."

Hearing this, Mu Qiuhan frowned, "Okay, I believe Brother Mo Xie's judgment, and I won't raise the price if I raise the price by [-]."

"My son bid seventy thousand!"

As soon as '[-]' came out, everyone gasped. Unexpectedly, at this time, Mu Qiuhan would have the courage to directly increase the price by [-]. With such courage, the Mu Palace is indeed rich and powerful.

Of course, some neutral people guessed that Mu Qiuhan had already been irritated, and that the Wannian bergamot was not worth the price at all, and even with a little spirit crystal, he might be able to buy two plants.

"This gentleman, Mr. Mu Qiuhan bid [-] spirit crystals."

Concubine Yu doesn't care about Ling Hantian's origin and what grievances he has with Prince Mu's Mansion. Their auctioneers are most happy to see this kind of situation happen. Sometimes, under certain circumstances, they will even fan the flames in order to bring him back to life. It is definitely a very fulfilling thing to get the highest price for an item.

Even Feiyu thought that if there was an additional round of prices, this bergamot would probably go for one hundred thousand spirit crystals. Such a transaction price would firmly establish her position as the number one auctioneer in the ancient Southern Wilderness.

However, just as Feiyu was about to rush towards the most exciting mountain, Ling Hantian said calmly, "I will not bid."

"puff!"

As soon as Ling Hantian said this, in the VIP room, Mu Qiuhan squirted out a sip of tea, and the hand holding the teacup trembled violently. Although Mu Wangfu was rich, he didn't spend [-] spirit crystals to buy it. The level of a ten-thousand-year bergamot can hardly be described as a prodigal.

Even this is very likely to be used by other heirs of the Mu Palace to attack him, and even be ridiculed by the powerful of other families.

At this moment, Mo Xie, who was standing next to Mu Qiuhan, had no room for his old face. Just now he had sworn that Ling Hantian would increase the price, and Mu Qiuhan believed him so much that he offered [-] yuan.

But in the end, they would have thought that Ling Hantian would be so cowardly, but instead he would give them a hard time. This immediately made Mo Xie hate Ling Hantian fiercely in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Mu, what's wrong with you?" [-] spirit crystals, I will give!"

But at this time, on the crystal platform, the expression on Feiyu's face also froze. She originally expected Ling Hantian to increase the price again, but then she thought that Ling Hantian stopped suddenly.

At this time, Feiyu had no choice but to shift her gaze to other places, and said in a routine manner, "Mr. Mu bid [-] yuan, is there any increase?"

Feiyu's routine words, which fell on Mu Qiuhan's ears at this moment, were so piercing that Mu Qiuhan felt as if someone had slapped his face, and his face was burning hot.

Ling Hantian looked at his nose and his heart, his face was calm, and he sat on his seat as if nothing had happened, ignoring all the gloating looks from many people.

And the mysterious person sitting next to Ling Hantian who looked like a cold fossil and had never moved before cast a soft look at him, making Ling Hantian awe-inspiring.

At this time, Fei Yu's pleasant but not loud voice sounded.

"Seventy thousand for the first time."

"[-] for the second time."

"[-] for the third time."

Although she knew that there would be no more price increases, Feiyu had to go through the procedure, but she didn't smile and congratulate the winner like she did when the deal was done before.

Feiyu knew very well that Mu Qiuhan might have the urge to kill at this moment. Although she was not afraid of the Mu Palace, she did not want to establish such a powerful enemy either.

Afterwards, Feiyu ordered the maid to take off the bergamot and send it to Mu Qiuhan. At the same time, she took out another auction item to divert everyone's attention, and it was also a step down for Mu Qiuhan.

(End of this chapter)