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"It turns out that this person is the last auction item tonight!"

"He is indeed outstanding in appearance and extraordinary in temperament, but what is so strange about him that he is worth thousands of dollars?"

Following the first bid, discussions erupted in the audience.

The finale of the auction on the night of the full moon every year must be a priceless treasure. It is enough for an ordinary monk to brag about it for a year if he sees it with his own eyes.

If this annual grand event cannot cause a sensation, it will only smash the Golden Palace's signboard.

The middle-aged monk who presided over the auction was also stunned on the stage, blinking at Song Qianji.

The promised lotus, how did it become a living person?

Since he joined the Golden Palace, he has presided over hundreds of large and small auctions. What scenes have you not seen?

I have never seen such a scene.

The people on the stage suddenly said: "I'm going to Song Qianji."

"Song, Song Qianji?" the host murmured.

"He is Song Qianji, the casual cultivator, the number one golden elixir, invincible under the Nascent Soul!"

"He can be a bodyguard or an assassin. To have him alone is equivalent to countless lives. It is indeed more valuable than any magic weapon!"

The host heard the discussion and came back to his senses: "This is the first time for a hundred thousand spirit stones! Is there a price increase?"

"It turns out that Captain Song Qian is so good-looking, how can he be reckless." A clear female voice on the third floor called out the price, "I'll offer 15."

The soft female voice on the top floor said again: "20."

"My lady is short of a guard, 30!"

"Song Qianji, I will photograph you, and you will kill someone for me, 60!"

"..."

"120 million!"

The asking price is more than one million, and the small sect and the small family have already withdrawn from the competition, and it seems to be lively.

"The evil Buddha is worthy of being an evil Buddha. He was able to subdue a murderous person like Song Qianji, but he has enough people to use, so he put it up for auction."

"But I think Song Qianji came to power voluntarily, and he has no shackles. He has been a casual cultivator for so many years, and has been hunted down by Huawei Sect. The income will be shared fifty-fifty with the Golden Palace."

"Jin Lu, the No. [-] Gu poison master in Xihai under the command of the Evil Buddha, has all kinds of strange mother-child Gu in his hands. If he wants to completely control a monk, he doesn't need to be chained and shackled. See he didn't do it voluntarily."

Letting everyone guess in every possible way, Song Qian was as immobile as a mountain.

While talking, the asking price for the top floor has reached 300 million.

Suddenly someone pushed open the window on the fourth floor, revealing half of a pretty face: "Everyone, this person was issued a 'hunting order' by our Huawei Sect, and the sect arrested him and brought him to justice, please friends from all walks of life to save face! 320 million. "

"It's Miss Chen of Huawei Sect!"

"If Song Qianji finds a big backer, Huaweizong will do nothing to him, wouldn't it be a big loss of face?"

There are arrays inside and outside the boxes, and the voices of the guests are changed through the arrays, which is different from the original voice, and the identity and origin of the guests are absolutely kept secret.

High rollers participate in the Golden Palace auction without worrying about privacy and security.

If you take the initiative to reveal your identity, there must be a lot that is sure to win, so you are not afraid of causing trouble.Open the skylight to speak frankly, referred to as "open the skylight".

The host Xindao didn't expect Song Qianji to be so popular, and said loudly: "Tianzi No. 16 room, Fairy Chen of Huaweizong 'opened the skylight', 320 million for the first time."

The big drums on the four sides of the lotus platform were sounded at the same time, resounding throughout the audience.

Before the sound of the drum fell, the window next door to Huaweizong was pushed open with a "bang", and the beauty with hairpins on her temples sneered and said:

"It seems that Huawei Sect has no money. Miss Chen wants to use her reputation to suppress people. But this is above the West Sea, not under Huawei Mountain. I sent 340 million yuan to buy a Dharma protector elder. Please save face to all evil friends. "

"Why did the Huaxi faction come to join in the fun?"

"It is said that the two sides bumped into each other on the way and had a conflict, so they are angry!"

"The head of Huaxi Paihua 'Open the Skylight', 340 million!"

The drums were played again in celebration.

Another window opened slowly, and a small furry head lay on the window frame: "Dear sisters, I like this Song Qianji, and I happen to want to hire guards. Why don't you let me, 360 million."

"Fairy Ziyun Guanli 'opened the skylight', is there a higher price of 360 million?" The host laughed from ear to ear.

The skylight was opened to the third one, and the spectators who did not bid were hooked, and the sound of applause from the auction house almost lifted the roof of the hall.

"I have heard that Miss Chen is arrogant and domineering, making enemies everywhere. No wonder so many female cultivators are robbing her."

"This Song Qianji is really in demand. If I have money, I want to ask for a high price. It will be a sight!"

"400 million!" The purple-clothed beauty opened the window and leaned out half of her body, looking around, "Come on, everyone, open it and see who is afraid of whom, the first is the bear!"

"Miss Dayan Zongfeng opened the skylight, 400 million!"

"bang, bang"

Two windows swung open.The sound of heavy drums reverberated, stirring people's blood.

In this war without gunpowder, spirit stones seem to be just numbers.

Song Qianji, the center of the storm, sighed softly, thinking that it would not be good for you to have money to buy some rouge and gouache, and why are you all here to join in the fun.

Seeing him sighing and shaking his head, the host thought that this man was really high-minded, wild and unruly, even if he opened three skylights, 400 million would not be satisfied?

The situation got out of control later, multiple bids were made, and the servants who played the drums changed three batches.

"500 million!"

"600 million!"

"..."

"1000 million!" Chen Hongzhu shouted.

There was a silence, and then cheers erupted.The voices were louder and louder.

The host was not dizzy, his eyes turned to sympathy: If Song Qianji loses Huaweizong, it will be a dead end.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Look, the golden lamp is lit on the top floor!"

The flower window was half open, and a golden palace lantern hung outside the window, shining brightly.

With a "squeak", the other half of the window was gently pushed open by a weak and boneless hand.

"Ten thousand and eleven thousand. No matter how much you pay, I will always pay ten thousand more than you."

The face of the person who spoke was like a lotus, with a peach blossom in between his brows.

"Madame Jintao lights the golden lamp—" the host said loudly.

This time, there were not only drums, but also the sound of zither and pipa, and the sky was covered with gold leaf.

The air seemed to be splashed with fine wine, and everyone got drunk before drinking.

Under the golden light, the beauty is even more beautiful.

"It's Mrs. Jintao, the favorite concubine of the evil Buddha, and she was the first one to bid just now!"

In principle, the host is not allowed to participate in the auction, but the chief manager of the Golden Palace is Mrs. Jinchai, and she has always been at odds with Mrs. Jintao.

Before the evil Buddha unified the evil way, Mrs. Jintao was also the overlord of one party. She bid in her own capacity, which was not considered a violation of the rules, but seemed very strange.

"The evil Buddha actually allowed his concubine to buy a male monk?"

"How can we measure the mind of the Lord of the Evil Way?"

"Someone lit a golden lamp, will this auction continue?"

But Chen Hongzhu said: "Add one hundred thousand to the highest price!"

Another golden lamp was lit.

Song Qianji finally raised his eyes, and saw Chen Hongzhu in "Meng Heze's Past Life" through the gold foil flying in the air.

She has a domineering expression and strong momentum, but there is a gloomy look between her brows, as if she has been unhappy and unhappy all year round.

Song Qianji smiled at her.

Chen Hongzhu was stunned for a moment, seemingly inexplicable.

"Order another one. Add 50 to the highest price." Mrs. Jintao said leisurely.

"Bang!" Chen Hongzhu staggered his gaze, and slammed the window shut.

The host yelled: "Congratulations to Mrs. Jintao, who has won Song Qianji at a sky-high price of 61 million."

The singing and dancing, silk and bamboo sounded again, and the banquet was re-opened after adding wine and returning to the lights.

Opening six skylights and lighting three golden lamps in a row, the transaction price exceeded [-] million yuan, setting a record at the Golden Palace auction.

Amid wild cheers, Song Qianji passed through the colorful silk and gold foil, and was led by a group of beautiful maids to the top floor.

He had already guessed who it was that really shot him.

Meng Heze sent a supervisor to set up this bureau, how could he not cooperate.