“5 million!”

Just like the background sound used in thriller movies, the huge auction hall was silent in an instant.

It’s not that Zi’an’s rank is so unattainable. In fact, the 10th grade primary level is enough to be rampant in any world. However, who are present? Which of the prominent nobles and clan leaders who cover the entire Zhongshan Kingdom will be a general? However, despite this, at the moment when this sound appeared, these peerless masters who could look down on the other side were as if they saw an eagle’s chick, silent as if they had seen a chick.

This is the deterrent force of darkness.

As the name suggests, the Dark Envoy is an existence that can control darkness. The historical recollection of this profession is even much longer than any existing profession in the human world.

Darkness has always been synonymous with evil, and the dark envoy has not let down the label that comes with this name. He eats blood and eats flesh and plunders souls. Even the most known demons as cruel are not as cruel as darken.

In fact, except for a few vicious people, most demons have no interest in human flesh and blood.

In the past, Bi Lingxiao just thought that this dark envoy was just an alien of the human race. There was good and bad, and there was light and darkness. Just like demons, there were also some extremely cunning and ferocious tribes, there was nothing strange about the existence of a small number of aliens among humans. But since the Snow Fog and Wasteland, he knew many stories about the beginning of the world, he could guess the real source of this dark envoy.

Who controls the darkness at the beginning of creation? Of course, there is only one answer, the dark dragon.

The Dark Messenger is probably the descendant of the Dark Dragon and the first generation of humans. This also explains why this profession is rare and despised, but has stood firm in the human world for millions of years, even far stronger than other tribes - because they have the blood of the Creation Dragon flowing on them.

The nobles of demons, the royal family of heaven and man, and the dark envoys of humans are extremely powerful among their respective races because they are derived from the energy of the Creation Dragon. Zi An, who comes from the Netherworld Sect, is an authentic dark envoy.

These terrible aliens who absorb the growth of similar souls contain unimaginable dark and evil. Five million, although only three words, while the offer, negative energy from countless resentful spirits spread like thick fog. Just like a sudden dark cloud covering the sun, the guests in the field felt suddenly as if they fell into an ice cellar, and the coldness climbed up like a snake.

"This old guy really doesn't know how to restrain himself!"

Because of the same level, Emperor Fenghe quickly recovered. Although the evil energy fluctuations caused by the darkness still made his scalp numb, he was not as silent as the guests in the field.

"It has long been shown that this auction is only facing Zhongshan Kingdom. Not only did Zi'an sneak in, he still bid so blatantly, and clearly did not take the Gun Sect seriously. This is not Dongtu. He is alone and alone, so he is not afraid of falling here?" The youth's face was not very good. The energy of the darkness is equivalent to aggregation of countless souls. No one who is lying on his back and is silently staring at him will not feel good.

"Since he dares to come, he is naturally fully prepared. I am curious about what the Gun Sect will do." After all, Emperor Fenghe did not think that Zi'an dared to break into the enemy formation alone without preparation. This old fox is very cunning, otherwise he would not have lived in the treacherous political arena for so long. He only wants to know what the Sect Master Bi will do now.

Although he didn't know much about the Gun Sect, he had gone from a small sect to sweep away major sects in just a few days and jumped into a powerful existence comparable to the seven major sects. His rare encounters were only in the sect ranking battle.

There are many changes in this ranking battle. The disappearing Yuemen, the genius insect master who resurrected from the dead, my corpse-turned-yarsha, the destroyed Kun Sect, and even the Supreme Master who had already transformed into the Puppet Sect... One incident after another, even the noble king, he, was very eye-opening. The Gun Sect stood out from such a heavy siege, dismantling the encirclement and suppression of Dongtu with an extremely tough attitude, becoming the veritable number one sect.

Although there has been no exchange, judging from the performance and rumors of the ranking battle of the sect, the leader of the Gun Sect should be tough, proud and competitive. No matter in the sect conference or ranking battle, no matter who the opponent is or how strong it is, this person is head-on, never avoiding the battle, and never even detours. What will such a person react with Zi'an's naked provocation?

Of course, Bi Lingxiao didn't know what Emperor Fenghe thought. At this time, he raised his head and looked at the private room where the sound came.

Like my wife's auction hall, the window of the box is made of characteristic materials. You can see the outside from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside. However, while Bi Lingxiao looked at it, he still felt the collision of his eyes. Hiding behind the window, his gloomy and evil eyes. In just one second, he moved away as if nothing was worthy of his attention.

"The bottom price is 3 million, has no one increased the price?" he said lightly.

The venue was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly it became noisy.

"What does it mean? Didn't someone ask for a price of 5 million? Didn't he hear it?"

"Who is the one who bids? Why is the breath very much like the dark man?"

"It's the darkness! With such a powerful aura, who do you think it is?"

"Is it the National Master Zi'an? What does Sect Master Bi mean?"

"You are stupid, you obviously ignore the Eastern Tu National Master!"

...

The rustling sound of discussion came out, and Bi Lingxiao's words immediately dispelled the cold aura of the scene. The guests came to their senses and whispered, and many of them even smiled in a hint of embarrassment.

Because it is an auction house, in order to hear the bidding sounds outside at any time, the private room not only does not sound insulation, but even uses materials to amplify the volume. Because of this, Bi Lingxiao's faint voice and the discussions in the audience were amplified several times and they came in.

"Boy, what do you mean?" Zi'an almost grinded his teeth, saying one by one.

"Did no one raise the price? If not, then take it off the shelves. Don't regret it?" Bi Lingxiaoli ignored him and looked around the audience and spread his hands.

After this little episode, the atmosphere on the scene eased a lot, and a guest raised the sign at that time.

“Yes, 3 million!”

"I dare to call the lowest price, 4 million!" Another guest laughed at him and raised the sign at the same time.

“5.5 million!”

“6 million!”

The bidding sounded one after another, and the guests present began to bid, as if they had forgotten the discomfort just now.

"After 6 million, is there anyone who raises the price?" Bi Lingxiao smiled and said with a smile.

“6.5 million!”

“6.5 million at a time, 6.5 million…”

“7 million!”

“7 million per…”

“8 million!”

"Okay, this gentleman has offered 8 million, is there anyone else going up?"

“9 million!”

...

"Little brother, it's still so interesting!" Looking at the person who was responding to the offer with kindness on the stage, Lanya leaned on the back of the soft chair.

"It's still so arrogant!" The two female disciples had no favoritism towards Bi Lingxiao. At this time, they heard the teacher praise him, but they just snorted without adhering to him.

"Zi An is probably already angry!"

The happiest person about this scene was the two leaders of Zhongshan. The young man looked gloating at the private room not far away. That private room was the first place where the bidding came.

"I don't know what this old fox will do."

Emperor Fenghe was completely in a state of watching the excitement. Their intention was not to be an auction, but just wanted to see what the Gun Sect was trying to make such a big noise. Unexpectedly, Master Dongtu also came to stab him, which became more and more interesting.

The young man laughed twice before turning back.

"But your Majesty, do you really not consider these weapons? If it is really as we think, it is definitely a super powerful weapon?" They also kept paying attention to the auction below.

Although everyone was a little surprised by the initial reserve price, slowly, it was probably analyzed the possible strength of the weapon. This may also be thanks to Zi'an's voice.

The Dongtu National Master is coming to the auction that is about to travel thousands of miles away, can you imagine how much weight it is?

With a clear understanding in his heart, everyone stopped hesitating and opened their hands to shout the price.

Anyone will be jealous of powerful weapons. The young man is no exception. At this moment, he looked at the hot scene below and was eager to try it out.

Emperor Fenghe naturally knew what the young man was thinking, and shook his head with a smile. "Of course I know the strength of this thing. But you have forgotten your identity. You really need to be better. Just entrust the Mechanical Sect in private!"

"But Your Majesty, the casting drawings of the Mechanical Sect also come from the Gun Sect. This auction is also the leader of the Gun Sect. The Gun Sect leader also said that there will be no more pistols of this strength. What if the Mechanical Sect doesn't accept private **?"

The young man hesitated and said that his words really made Emperor Fenghe ask. Yes, this weapon is unique to the Gun Sect. If one or two sects reach an agreement, the Machine Sect cannot be cast at will. Wouldn't there be only five in the world?

The Emperor Fenghe, who said he didn't need it last second, silently raised the card.

“20 million!”

As soon as this price was released, the scene suddenly cooled down. 20 million yuan, which is definitely a sky-high price for a weapon. The pistol is different from other artifacts. Although it has a sufficient strength that is comparable, it does not have spiritual consciousness and cannot recognize its owner. It is equivalent to being able to use it if others want to use it. If it is stolen and robbed, it will not be able to find it back. And 20 million yuan, even an authentic artifact with spiritual consciousness, will not be able to reach this price if it is not effective.

"20 million once, 20 million twice, 20 million three times, the deal was completed!"

It was a final decision. Of course, Bi Lingxiao knew who he was photographed, and he was also a well-known figure in the human world. So he nodded symbolically to the private room, then separated a **** in the tray and labeled it.

"Then the next second sand/desert/eagle, the reserve price is still..."

"No need to continue, I want all these five pieces." However, before I finished speaking, a sound came from the private room again. This time, the field was boiling again.

"Hiss, you need all five, what a big deal!"

"Who is here? It's too generous! Each one has 20 million, and there are five more exports!"

"It must be a certain bulk, otherwise how could there be so much money!"

"It may also be the royal family. Which of those nobles is not rich!"

...

In the end, Emperor Fenghe won all five Sand/December/Eagle for ten thousand gold. While pushing the cart down, the guests in the venue expressed regret. However, their financial resources were limited, not to mention that they were not accurate in the true strength of the weapon, and no one dared to rashly pay a higher price.

The demon spirit in the audience took away the Sham/Demon/Eagle that completed the transaction, placed the new product on it and covered the curtain.

"The following second round, the minimum level 4 primary level is used. Each one is sold separately, and the lowest price is still 3 million."

There are also five on the tray, but this time it is the left/wheel/pistol.

"Why is it still 3 million?"

"The level requirements are lower, and it seems that the intensity will be lower, and the reserve price has not changed?"

"Oh, it's better to take pictures of that sand/desert/eagle!"

...
Chapter completed!