Celestial

Ordinarily, a place like Wanyuelou hopes that the more local guests the better...

The problem is that today, the man holding the number 78 is really too much for the local tyrant. The Qianshan Sect disciple who presided over the auction clearly remembered that after this person came in, three photos were taken on the first floor. Seventeen things, from spirit grass to spirit mines, from magic implements to array maps, can be said to be varied.

But this person has the ability to take all 36 of them, and the only one that hasn't been taken is because this person has just sat down and didn't have time to raise a sign...

Basically, this man has been doing one thing since he entered the first floor.

Pat pat pat!

This is a bit embarrassing...

Since the local tyrant holding the No. 78 signboard came in, the entire first floor looked a bit lifeless. There was no way, everything was taken by him alone, and the remaining hundreds of guests all became spectators. It is strange that the atmosphere can be active. The problem is that you can’t blame others. How can you blame them?

The Qianshan Sect disciple who presided over the auction felt that this was probably the most weird auction ever held in his life...

Obviously, the entire auction is very smooth, almost everything is sold at a high price, but it feels like the auction is screwed up...

"The next thing to be auctioned is a ghost Buddha relic, but when the Ben Menrowan fleet went to sea, a shipwreck was seen on the bottom of the Wuhai sea. The people on the shipwreck had already turned into countless ghosts, only one The monk was sitting on the bow of the ship for thousands of years, chanting scriptures and surpassing ghosts. However, the monk did not know that he actually died thousands of years ago. He also turned into a ghost, and he was only compassionate in his heart. I continued to recite the chanting, until several brothers in this door told the truth that the monk sat on the spot, leaving such a ghost Buddha relic, now starting with eight thousand spirit stones, each time the price increase is not less than five Lark Stone."

"..."

The auction house was quiet.

"Everyone, the opportunity is rare. Several masters in Wanyuelou have said that if this ghost Buddha relic is used for refining, it is at least the level of the Yang Run magical instrument. The disciples of Qianshan Zong still want to work hard.

"..."

It is a pity that the result is still the same, and the auction is still quiet.

no way……

Waiting for the neuropathic tyrant holding the No. 78 plate to shoot...

Damn, he didn't shoot, who would raise the card?

Obviously, today's auction on this floor was wrapped up by this local tyrant. Everyone should feel at ease as a visitor. It doesn't make any difference whether they bid or not. Anyway, wait a minute, and this local tyrant will also have a pile of spirit stones. Smashed to death.

really……

After a while, Lin Fei, holding number 78, raised the card again.

"Twenty thousand spirit stones..."

Damn, I can't pass this day...

The disciples of the Qianshan Sect who presided over the auction have the heart to turn around and leave. Local tyrants, don’t be so good or not, and give others a chance anyway, right? If you go on like this, the auction will soon become yours It’s a special session for one person, you can leave some sense of participation.

As for other guests...

This time crying.

The ones who will come to the first floor are not amazing. The reason why they come to the first floor is that the price of the things here is not high. Hundreds and thousands of spirit stones, what kind of treasure will they find? Moreover, under the situation that everyone's net worth is similar, the competition is generally not too fierce, and there will not be a thing with hundreds of spirit stones.

As a result, I met such a local tyrant.

Sweep from beginning to end.

A card is doubled, you call a thousand spirit stones, he calls two thousand spirit stones, you call two thousand spirit stones, he calls four thousand spirit stones, it is almost naked crushing, the entire auction is hundreds of people, All became foils and spectators. Forget it, can't afford to hide, just watch a lively, you like to swipe that you swept away by yourself, we just watch the lively...

Hundreds of people came together in unison...

Then I took a few more things, and I never saw any other guests bid. The entire auction became Lin Fei's special event. Although the card was doubled, the transaction price was far worse than it was just now...

"Damn..." The disciples of Qianshanzong who presided over the auction were all bad.

Taking advantage of the interval between the auctions, a younger brother was called over from the side and whispered a few words. After the younger brother left, he continued to shoot the following things.

Another quarter of an hour later, a disciple of Qianshan Sect walked into the first floor.

"Brother, can you talk a few words?" The disciple of Qianshan Sect who came in was very young, and he looked like he was in his twenties. He was gentle and gentle, and when he talked to Lin Fei, his attitude was very Polite: "Little brother Wang Xin, I don't know what to call this brother?"

"Lin Fei, ask Jianzong's..." Lin Fei smiled and knew that the time was coming, so he moved to the side and motioned for the other person to sit down and say.

When I heard about Jianzong, Wang Xin was obviously stunned, but the disciples from the main school were extraordinary after all, but just a little stunned, the look returned to normal, and the smile on the face made people feel a little better: "Original It’s Brother Lin. I don’t know if Brother Lin is interested in sitting on the second floor. Look, there is nothing really good except for the ghost Buddha relic on this floor. Since Brother Lin got the ghost Buddha relic, I think There is nothing on this floor that Brother Lin can look at..."

"Okay." Lin Fei stood up with a smile.

Seeing Lin Fei finally leave, the Qianshan Sect disciple who was presiding over the auction suddenly smeared a cold sweat, and finally sent away this neurotic local tyrant. Fortunately, I must thank Brother Wang...

Unfortunately, when he thanked Wang Xin in his heart, he didn't know how much trouble he had caused Wang Xin...

Time passed quickly, and two hours passed.

In the auction floor on the second floor, Wang Xin was already sweating a little bit on his forehead. At this time, Wang Xin’s intestines were regretful. Damn, I already knew that Lin Fei, who was holding the No. 78 brand, was so abnormal. Yes, I won’t go to the first floor to invite him to death. Now I’m okay. The first floor is saved, but my second floor is almost screwed up by Lin Fei...

For two whole hours, Lin Fei patted from beginning to end, no matter what was useful and useless, common or uncommon, it was pat and pat, doubling the bid from beginning to end, and holding the sign to lift everyone else was crying. ...

It’s a pat, not a pop, and I want to see it, follow the public number zhuangbf66