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"This Lu Chen is just a junior. How could he have such eyesight to see that this mirror is the 'Mirror of Guizang'? You must be fooled!"

"It must be a lie! Damn, he bought something worth tens of billions for 100 million? What kind of shit is this?!"

"Hey, just want to buy a high-grade magic weapon for 100 million? How can it be so cheap!"

An old man in black robe squinted his eyes and said with a sneer:

"Junior Lu Chen, this old man is Sun Canghai of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. According to this old man, this magic mirror is quite predestined to me, and the hit should belong to me. But since you bought it for 100 million, this old man is decent. , I can’t let you suffer. In this way, if I offer 300 million, how about you transfer it to me? Don’t worry, as long as you transfer it to me, the old man will teach you a secret of the Qingcheng Sword School, and you will benefit from it for life !"

"Fart. Sun Canghai, in my opinion, this mirror is quite predestined to Ma Wancheng of my Baji sect. Junior Lu Chen, you can transfer it to me, and I will offer 500 million."

Another middle-aged strong man said.

"It's clear that Li Chengfeng is destined for me in the Swallow Tower. I'll pay 1000 million..."

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The artifact was born.

The entire auction was blown up.

At least seven or eight monks stood up, saying that this bronze mirror was destined for him, and asked Lu Chen to transfer it to him.

These few people are basically the highest cultivation among the monks present.

For example, Li Chengfeng of Yanzilou and Ma Wancheng of Bajimen are both masters of the first realm of congenital.

Sun Canghai of the Qingcheng Sword Sect is an Innate Second Realm cultivator, an inner sect elder of the Qingcheng Sect of the twelve authentic Huaxia Xuanmen sects.

Lu Chen looked at the faces of these people.

Did not hold back.

He smiled.

Have a good laugh.

"Boy, what are you laughing at? Can't you find death?"

"That's right! Kid, you are a Huajin junior, how can you have the right to possess such a divine weapon? You don't understand the reason for the crime of embracing a biscuit?"

"Hey, boy, sell me the magic mirror if you are sensible, otherwise, you don't even know how to write dead!"

Sun Canghai, Li Chengfeng, Ma Wancheng and others cursed loudly.

As for Zhang Yuanxu, Mu Renqing, Li Ruohai and others, they never thought of asking Lu Chen to transfer the mirror to them.

As long as this kid is killed, the "Gui Zang Shen Jing" is not theirs?

As for how to distribute, let's talk about it.

……

Lu Chen laughed more and more disdainfully.

Without morals, anything is possible.

Don't pay attention to such people.

Anyway, at the auction, no one dared to do anything.

The auction will continue.

After launching a few more products, Lu Chen's eyes lit up.

What he wanted finally arrived—the black spirit konjac.

Start bidding.

The base price is 5000 million, and the price will be increased at least every 1000 million.

Soon there were bids one after another, and the price rose from 5000 yuan to [-] million yuan, and it just became slow.

The real value of the black spirit konjac is around [-] million, and when it reaches [-] million, it is relatively close to the real value.

The ones still in the auction are basically just needed.

"Two hundred and fifty million."

Lu Chen raised his placard and directly increased the bidding price by 5000 million.

This time, the number of bidders was reduced by more than half.

"Two hundred and fifty million."

A middle-aged fat man raised his sign again.

"Three hundred million."

Lu Chen raised the placard again, directly raising the price to the limit price of the true value of the black spirit konjac.

The middle-aged fat man probably wanted to buy it and then resell it, and there would be no value in raising the price.

After glaring at Lu Chen fiercely, he gave up.

Just when everyone thought that Lu Chen would take down the black spirit konjac, a gloomy voice said:

"Three hundred and seventy million."

The crowd gasped.

This price has exceeded the value of the black spirit konjac.

The one who raised the price was Mu Renqing, the elder of the Medical Sacred Sect.

"Four hundred million."

Lu Chen raised the price without hesitation.

"5000 million."

Mu Renqing raised the price again, and looked at Lu Chen provocatively:

"Boy, with your small body, you want to bid with me?"

"Okay, yours."

Lu Chen sat down.

Mu Renqing laughed triumphantly.

With the black spirit konjac, he can ask the elder brother in charge to restore his meridians shattered by Lu Chen, and restore his cultivation to the heyday.

Seeing that Lu Chen failed to bid, the others all laughed.

This kid, where did you pretend to be a bad guy just now? How rich did you think he was?

It's only a few hundred million net worth, and it's really overpowering to dare to bid with Elder Mu.

No black spirit konjac was photographed, but there was no movement on Lu Chen's face.

Although the auction wasn't over yet, he had no interest in staying any longer, so he got up and left.

There are countless cold eyes behind him.

Immediately, several people also stood up, following him first to determine his whereabouts.

Lu Chen naturally knows what these people want to do.

He wanted to grab his ancient bronze mirror after the auction was over, including Zhang Yuanxu, Mu Renqing, Li Ruohai, Li Chengfeng, Ma Wancheng, Sun Canghai and others.

Among the [-] or so practitioners in the venue, at least two-thirds of them coveted the magic mirror of Guizang and planned to sell it later.

There was no ripple on Lu Chen's face.

But the heart is already murderous!

"These people are also worthy of being called practitioners?"

"I'll start a killing spree in a moment! I'll kill as many of these bastards as they come!"

"Kill him with more than a hundred corpses, bleed and float on the oar, the battle turns and the stars move, and the dragon and snake take off the land!"

This will be the first time Lu Chen really shines his sword.

Is it the young phoenix singing and the clear sound, or the Kunpeng soaring ninety thousand miles.

Who knows?

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