Chapter 1908 Sword God Relic is gone
Gu Qingluan calmly said: "What's the point of saying so much? Whoever has the most money in the storage bag will naturally belong to the sword **** relic."
Elder Di was speechless.
This woman...
It's really annoying!
Although what she said was the truth, if she broke it so little, wouldn't their argument just now become a joke?
She did it on purpose, right?
At this time, the No. 8 elder of the Nanmeng Guyi laughed: "That's right, it depends on who gets the most money. It was originally an auction. What's the point of talking about insignificant things?"
Their Nanmeng is an alliance formed by many aristocratic families. No single family can compare to these sects, but the formed alliance can fight against them. If it has financial resources, it is even faintly above these sects.
They SAARC are naturally more willing to compete for financial resources.
The Shanhaimen who first brought up this topic showed displeasure, but facing these big brothers of the same class, he couldn't change anything except displeasure, so he could only shut up angrily.
SAARC took the lead in raising the price: "95 million Xuanling Crystal Hearts!"
Elder Yao Zongdi said loudly: "100 million!"
Feng Qingwu: "One hundred and ten million profound spirit crystal hearts!"
Hearing Feng Qingwu's voice, a strange look flashed across Gu Qingluan's eyes.
No one knows Feng Qingwu's desire to become stronger than Gu Qingluan.
If there are no special circumstances, Feng Qingwu will not be able to produce more than 150 million Xuanling crystal hearts.
Gu Qingluan was thinking about whether to raise the price to make a fool of himself.
But the money that Feng Qingwu uses now is from Wuji Palace, that is, her and her father's money.
No matter how much money is spent, Feng Qingwu probably won't feel bad.
Thinking of this, Gu Qingluan gave up the idea of raising the price.
Jin Yangzong bid: "111 million."
Yaozong: "One hundred and twenty million."
SAARC shouted slowly and leisurely: "130 million."
Feng Qingwu gritted her teeth and shouted: "150 million!"
She clenched her hands involuntarily, feeling very nervous.
This is the highest price she can offer.
She can only gamble.
Hope that adding 20 million in one breath can deter other competitors.
However, her hopes were clearly dashed.
Right after she finished speaking, SAARC followed up and said, "155 million."
Feng Qingwu's mood instantly fell to the bottom.
She couldn't help complaining: "The Promise Palace is actually not as rich as an organization like SAARC."
Elder Liu raised his eyelids when he heard the words: "Southern League is the best at doing business. It is normal for them to be rich. Not to mention the Promise Palace, even the Medicine Sect and Jinyang Sect are not as good as the Southern League."
As we all know, the Medicine Sect and the Jinyang Sect are one for alchemy and the other for refining weapons. They are both the easiest sects to make money. However, the South Alliance has more financial resources than them.
Failed to win the sword **** relic, Feng Qingwu was very depressed.
Suddenly recalling what she had learned from Elder Liu earlier, she regained her composure, lowering her eyes and thinking to herself.
It’s fine to miss the Sword God Relic, but she will have to keep an eye on Elder Liu later.
I want to see who is the person who asked Elder Liu to meet!
While speaking, the auction of Sword God Relic came to an end.
In the end, SAARC bid for the sword **** relic at a high price of 155 million mysterious spirit crystal hearts.
Medicine Sect and other sects ended unfortunately.
Feng Qingwu saw that Nanmeng got the sword **** relic with just five million more mysterious spirit crystal hearts than herself, and she felt unwilling at once.
She secretly regretted spending money to photograph those dispensable treasures.
Those treasures may not be unavailable in other auctions, but the sword **** relic is currently the only one, and if you miss it, you may never have the chance to see it again.
However, this is the end of the matter, and it is useless to regret.
In that room, Gu Qingluan saw that Feng Qingwu missed the sword god's relic, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raised, feeling very comfortable.
Although Feng Qingwu can't be seen, one can imagine how upset Feng Qingwu is now.
But it's useless to be upset, the sword **** relic is already a thing of SAARC.
The elder Guyi of the Southern League was delighted from ear to ear.
Just then, there was a loud explosion in the lobby of the auction.
The audience was plunged into darkness.
The guests sitting in the lobby are busy setting up barrier defenses around themselves.
The people in the VIP room wanted to use their spiritual sense to find out what happened in the auction hall.
However, their spiritual consciousness seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and they couldn't see the situation outside through the VIP room.
Gu Qingluan's eyebrows were frowned, and when she realized that something was wrong, she immediately asked her roommate: "Can your spiritual sense be used?"
Feng Tianlan shook his head: "I can't penetrate the VIP room."
Yun Jingchu followed closely and said, "I can't do mine either."
Xiao Nan and Yuan Xi shook their heads together.
Feng Hua also said no.
Gu Yi stood up nervously. After finding that his spiritual sense could not penetrate the VIP room, he wanted to leave the VIP room and go to the auction hall.
There must be no mistakes in the sword **** relic he just photographed.
For some reason, he felt inexplicable anxiety.
He instinctively felt that he had to get the sword **** relic to feel at ease.
Along with Gu Yi is Ma Honglin, another elder of SAARC.
Ma Honglin wanted to go with him, and stood up to go with him.
The two of them had just returned to the first floor through the teleportation array, and the lobby was lit up again.
Immediately afterwards, two exclamations sounded one after another—
"What happened to Mr. Song?"
"Ah, Sword God Relic is gone!"
(end of this chapter)