The Life of Emperor Wu After His Seclusion

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Liuwei Dihuang Wan was soon auctioned off by several warriors.

"Second thing! Zixing Iron! Starting at 10,000 yuan stone! Each increase cannot be less than 1,000 yuan stone."

"Ten thousand!"

"Thirteen thousand!"

"Eighteen thousand!"

......

Lingge yawned, watching this boring auction, and quietly waiting for the finale (情qing) with his eyelids down.

"You take your time, don't worry!"

The wretched old man smiled, and the smile in his eyes became more intense.

As long as they fight more fiercely, then he will be happier, and he will get a lot of benefits.

As the auction items appeared the same, the atmosphere in the auction house became more and more intense. Suddenly, the wretched old man raised his hands up to signal everyone to be quiet.

After that, the wretched old face began to slowly become serious. The old man coughed his throat and smiled: "This is the end of the treasure auction. Then we will start the last finale item, the Netherworld Realm ( Qingqing) newspaper."

As the old man said, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly said, "The starting price is one million stones, and each increase cannot be less than 10,000!"

"what?!"

Many warriors, or people from other small sects and small forces, have exclaimed, with a face (color) iron blue, the value of this (qingqing) return is too ridiculous, starting at one million.

"Why don't you TM grab it!"

"Yes! So expensive, how do you let us poor ((force bi)bi) live!?"

"One hundred thousand, I brought one hundred thousand with tm, which can't afford it at all!"

The wretched old man became cold and sneered: "Everyone, this is not set by the auction house. This is the price set by the auctioneer. It has nothing to do with our auction house. If you want to make trouble here, then I Wanluo Auction House will never hold back (sentiment)!"

The warriors who were clamoring to protest have closed their mouths, Wanluo Auction House, they can't afford it.

"It's interesting, bid five million!" The man in Jinyi and jade robe of Tianzhou Dynasty smiled lightly, waved his big hand, and the guard on the side gestured and shouted, "Five million yuan stone!"

"Fuck! Rich people! I don't know which power sect is so generous!?"

"Ma Dan, if these five million are given to me, I can spend a year!"

"The one upstairs, I can spend ten years!"

Various poor ((force bi)bi) warriors have exclaimed, expressing supreme respect for the unknown rich man.

"Tianzhou Dynasty? My Bihaiyun Yinmen is also here to fight!" The elegant man played with the porcelain cup in his hand, smiled faintly, and said faintly: "Seven million!"

"This is a good thing, how can I be missing from the Poison Demon Sect!" The green-clothed man in the Poison Demon Sect smiled evilly, "Ten million!"

"I am facing the ancient country, but it is bound to win, 15 million!" The red-haired man's rough voice spread throughout the auction site.

"This thing is useful to my mysterious Taoist door, can you let me wait? Ha ha, twenty million!"

A few breaths of invisible confrontation spread back and forth in several VIP rooms.

"Lin Qing, don't you argue?" Ling Ge patted Lin Qing on the shoulder and smiled.

"Of course I have to fight, but I am bound to win!" Lin Qing smiled and reported the price, "30 million!"

"Second prince! Do you still want to make an offer!?" The guard asked respectfully next to the man in Jinyi (body sh　n).

"Of course, I have never been short of money in Tianzhou Dynasty! 50 million!" The Jinyi man sneered, and the price directly increased by 20 million.

"Growing slots, rich people, rich people! Can't afford to offend!"

"This Nima is still playing with chicken skin! Wash and sleep!"

"Do you guys still lack leg pendants? Dog legs are fine too?!"

Lin Qing put a faint smile on her face and said, "One hundred million yuan stone!\"

As soon as the voice fell, many people felt their minds were dizzy. What is the concept of a hundred million yuan stone? All the property of some relatively large and small sects, the sky-high yuan stone!

"Oh, it seems that the power behind your kid is not simple." Lingge looked at Lin Qing somewhat erratically, and Lin Qingyun said one hundred million yuan of stones in a breezy tone. He didn't change the face (color), it seemed that he didn't care at all. It's no wonder that (身sh　n) is not an easy life with such a small amount of Yuanshi.

"That big guy is making trouble here! Don't let me kneel ((lick ti　n)ti　n) quickly!"

"Mom! Those of us who are poor ((逼bi)bi) can still watch here!"

Mysterious Dao Sect, Tian Zhou Dynasty, Poison Demon Sect, Bi Hai Yun Yin Sect, people from the Great (Japanese) ancient country obviously did not expect that someone (inserted in cha) would come in suddenly, raising the price by 50 million in one fell swoop. Really slapped his face, for a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the VIP room where Ling Ge Linqing and the two were.

"Heh, I don't know who made the shot?" The man in the Taoist robe of the mysterious door first asked, with a slight respect in his words, but the others were doubtful.

"It's not convenient to give your name here, but I can give you a reminder." Lin Qing smiled faintly, her eyes flashing sharply.

"War God (殿di　n)!"

Suddenly, the faces (colors) of the people of the great sect forces were blue and unsightly. What does it mean that the **** of war (dian di　n) suddenly (inserted cha) in the middle?

"What does the **** of war (殿di　n) mean!?" The second prince (yin yin) of the Tianzhou Dynasty asked solemnly, and he could feel the anger that he was faintly enduring.

"Yes, I don't know if you can give us an explanation?!" The big red-haired man from the ancient country also asked in a deep voice.

"Why do I need to explain to you when I work with the **** of war (dian di　n)? Or, are you going to challenge the majesty of the **** of war?" Lin Qing burst out from a high-ranking person, although he is only twenty years old, it is similar to Ling Ge , But there is a condescending atmosphere.

"It turns out that you are from the **** of war (殿di　n), and it seems that your status is not low." Lingge narrowed his eyes and said indifferently.

"Brother Ling don't care, this matter (qingqing) will not pose any threat to Brother Ling." Lin Qing smiled at Lingge.

Lingge glanced at him, and did not speak any more.

After hearing Lin Qing’s answer, the two people from the Great (日) Ancient Kingdom and the Tian Zhou Dynasty were angry in their eyes, but did not dare to break out. The War God Order is something that the War God gave. This person, they can't afford to provoke them at all, they might have to pay a heavy price for their stupid behavior, and the forces behind (身sh　n) are implicated.

The other people were not talking either, all their faces (color) (yin yin) were sinking, and the **** of war (殿di　n) shot, they could only let go.

Just when Lin Qing had a smile on her face with everything under control.

Lingge suddenly said lightly: "Two hundred million yuan stone."

"Brother Ling!" Lin Qing took a moment to start, turning (sh　n) to look at Lingge incredibly, with doubts, anger, and incomprehension in his eyes. He didn't expect Lingge to bid suddenly.

"what happened?!"

Others looked at the VIP room where Lin Qing was in, never expected that there would be a person competing with Lin Qing in the same VIP room.

"What's the matter?" the red-haired man frowned

"It seems that things (qingqing) have become interesting, and they dare to fight with the people of the **** of war (殿di　n)." The second prince thought about it, with a show of emotion (qingqing) on ​​his face.

"It seems that there is a good show to watch." The people of the mysterious Dao Sect pinpointed and looked at the VIP room where Lin Qing was jokingly. The two originally stood in the same position to win people, and suddenly they competed.

"Go back and inform the lord of the situation. I want to watch a good show here." The green-clothed man waved his hand, resting his chin with one hand.

"Interesting." The man at Bihaiyun Yinmen said, without saying anything.

The entire auction floor fell into silence.

"Brother Ling, are you fighting for it?!" Lin Qing asked.

"I also need this thing, is it possible that you can give it to me?" Lingge said, spreading his hands.

"Impossible! This (情qing) newspaper is very important to us Wushen (殿di　n). Brother Ling, are you going to be an enemy of Wushen (殿di　n)?" Lin Qing obviously did not expect Lingge to be like this. Said coldly, this (情qing) tribute to the martial **** (殿di　n) is to be taken alone, obviously it is impossible to hand it over to Lingge. Lingge suddenly came and caught him off guard.

"Martial God (殿di　n)?" Lingge shook his head and said nothing.

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