Supreme Killer

Chapter 1857: But i don't want to sell

Chapter 1857: But i don't want to sell

The first eighty-five seven chapters but I don't want to sell

Xiao Fan's heart also became a little nervous, until after counting the interest, the other party did not continue to increase the price, and the auctioneer had already started to count down.

"I'm requesting to suspend the time for half a cup of tea." At this time, the old man's voice continued to ring.

Upon hearing this, the auctioneer hesitated a little. After all, he could not offend anyone who could bid 300,000 for a fragment.

"This is unreasonable. The auction will delay everyone's time. Wanbao Pavilion does not have this rule. It is suspended for an auction item!"

"That's right, can you afford to lose everyone's time? If you don't have enough sacred stones, you can only watch the treasure fall into the hands of others. Isn't it the same in previous auctions?"

"If it is suspended, the auction will not be an auction. You can suspend it, and others can also suspend it afterwards. Do you want to auction it?"

The crowd is a little unhappy, they are all waiting for the baby they want to photograph, where can it be suspended.

What's more, this old man can pause now, and the other party can also pause afterwards. If this happens every time, then there is no need to hold the auction.

"Sorry!" Feeling the anger of the crowd, the auctioneer sighed, although he also thought that the more expensive things he sold, the better, because he got more sacred stones.

But rules are rules. Wanbao Pavilion's golden signs cannot be smashed and cannot be changed because of more than 300 thousand sacred stones.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand sacred stones, the second time!" The auctioneer continued.

"Humph!" At this moment, a cold snort resounded throughout the audience, but it disappeared quickly. People knew that the people who hadn't auctioned the fragments were angry.

Many people are disdainful, what if they are angry, Wanbao Pavilion is the rule, who do you think you are?

Don't say that no one knows who you are. Even if they do, they may not give face. If they can come here, which one is not worthy?

"Three hundred and fifty thousand sacred stones are sold for the third time!" The auctioneer finally made a final decision and quickly turned off the topic: "The next item to be auctioned is a search from ancient ruins..."

In Xiao Fan's box, Jian Luo laughed loudly: "That person actually wants to suspend the auction. It's ridiculous, and he dares to express dissatisfaction with Wanbao Pavilion. Who does he think he is?"

"Do you think it's ridiculous to be able to take out more than 300 thousand God Stones?" Xiao Fan glanced at Jian Luo and asked back.

Jian Luo's voice stopped abruptly, he was only happy because Xiao Fan had captured the fragments, and he didn't think about so many things.

But having said that, how could it be simple for a person who can produce 320,000 sacred stones?

Moreover, the other party requested to suspend the time for half a cup of tea, which shows that the other party may raise more sacred stones within half a cup of tea. This is also a manifestation of strength.

"Maybe the things on his body are only worth 320,000 sacred stones, but he definitely has other ways to get the sacred stones." Jian Luo took a deep breath.

Xiao Fan nodded. It was really just luck that he was able to take this fragmented scroll. The **** stone and valuables on the opponent were limited.

If the other party continues to increase the price to 400,000, Xiao Fan can't increase the price to 500,000, because the sacred stone on his body is less than 500,000.

After spending three hundred and fifty thousand divine stones to auction this fragment, Xiao Fan felt a little painful in his heart, but for the sake of King Shura's inheritance, he could only fight for it.

The auction continued, but Xiao Fan did not continue to participate. He only had a hundred thousand sacred stones left on his body, and he had to keep a little use.

After a short while, the door sounded, and when the door was opened, an old man came in with two maids.

"President Ruochen." When they saw Mr. Ruochen, they quickly respected.

They were originally curious about who was willing to spend thirty-five sacred stones to buy a pair of broken ancient scrolls, but it was Gu Ruochen.

As soon as Xiao Fan was about to stand up, Gu Ruochen smiled and said, "This thing is regarded as a meeting gift given by Gu to Brother Jian."

The old man and the two maids were surprised, let alone whether the ancient scroll was worth 350,000 sacred stones, the person who was able to get Gu Ruochen to give something was enough to prove the other's identity.

Several people took a deep look at Xiao Fan, remembering this face.

"Just put things down, I'll settle it when I turn around." Gu Ruochen said to the old man.

"Yes, Lord Ruochen." The old man nodded respectfully and walked away. This Wanbao Pavilion was owned by Gu Ruochen's house. How dare the old man refute?

Not to mention that Gu Ruochen still promised to go back to the settlement, even if he didn't settle, no one would dare to say anything.

"Thank you, then." Xiao Fan is not polite. Gu Ruochen is not bad for the 350,000 sacred stones, but he is not. Although his hand is short, Xiao Fan feels that these hundreds of thousands of sacred stones are not enough. Buy the life of Gu Ruochen.

"Gu Gongzi is atmospheric." Jian Luo looked at Gu Ruochen with awe.

Gu Ruochen smiled and said nothing. Xiao Fan and the others thought he had sent out 350,000 yuan, but Gu Ruochen knew that Xiao Fan was a guest of Wanbaoge, and there was a discount for shopping.

In fact, he also gave out about 200,000 yuan, not to mention that Wanbao Pavilion bought this thing at the beginning, and it is estimated to be worth two thousand sacred stones.

It is a good business to be able to make friends with Xiao Fan and to send someone a favor. How could he miss it?

Xiao Fan had picked up the broken ancient scroll and branded all the lines on the ancient scroll in his mind.

With Xiao Fan's unforgettable memory, after a few glances, it was hard to forget, but just in case, Xiao Fan still let the soul clone fill in the picture scroll that Yue Shi gave him.

"It turned out to be true. I didn't expect that outside of the Yueren clan, there are people who know the internal structure of Xiuluo Mountain." Xiao Fan was surprised.

"Crunch!"

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Before Xiao Fan and the others could recover, a gray-robed old man pushed open the door and walked in, followed by a black-robed youth.

"Excuse me, this is my son, and I want to discuss something with the fellow daoists who bought the ancient scrolls." The gray-robed old man said with an indifferent expression and a proud tone.

"You don't even have the politeness to knock on the door, are you here to discuss it?" Jian Luo also looked at each other coldly.

The other party's attitude was obviously to force the ancient scrolls, not to discuss it at all.

The gray-robed old man ignored Jian Luo, his eyes swept across the room, and finally fell on Gu Ruochen: "I didn't expect it to be Lord Ruochen, this is my son Lengtong, I will come here specially for the ancient scroll, please also The beauty of Master Dust as an adult."

After recognizing that it was Gu Ruochen, the gray-robed old man's attitude was obviously much better, but he didn't have much fear.

Gu Ruochen frowned, glanced at the black robe youth Lengtong, shook his head faintly and said, "It's not me who bought the ancient scroll."

The gray-robed old man deserves to be an old monster who has lived for some years. His eyes instantly fell on Xiao Fan who was still sitting on the chair: "Since its not Lord Ruochen, it must be this little brother. My son is willing to spend fifty. The pantheon stone, buying the ancient scroll in your hand, you can earn 150,000 yuan per cup of tea. This kind of benefit is rare."

Xiao Fan looked at the gray-robed old man amused. This old man was really not ordinary arrogant, as if the 150,000 sacred stone was a beggar.

After a pause, Xiao Fan said with a playful smile, "I should be grateful to you as such?"

"Isn't it?" The gray-robed old man squinted his eyes and said, "If you think that 500,000 is less, how about an additional 100,000?"

"But I don't want to sell it." Xiao Fan shook his head lightly. He was very upset with the gray robe old man's tone.