MTL - Divine Hint: Reporting An Escaped Convict From The Start-Chapter 122 Even if it is offered to you, are you sure you can hold it? (beg

   Even if Chapter 122 is given to you, are you sure you can hold it? (seek collection and subscription)

   Magical artifacts are divided into low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, and the most powerful top-grade.

Each magic weapon is very unusual and has special abilities, some can protect the body, some can prolong life, some can prevent all diseases, and some can drive away evil spirits. It can directly improve the combat effectiveness of monks.

  Li Hao did not expect that the pen on the stage turned out to be a top-quality magic weapon, named Judge's Pen.

   It's just a sealed magic weapon.

   This is prompted by the system, and there must be nothing wrong.

  Li Hao felt a wave of turmoil in his heart, and couldn't help being excited.

   Besides, it’s only half a million.

   This is the price of an ordinary antique.

  Obviously, even the auction house doesn't know that this is a magic weapon. If they know, then it's not uncommon for this thing to start at hundreds of millions. Magic tools are real treasures, and they can't even be measured by ordinary money.

  As the voice of Luo Li on the stage fell, a local tyrant still held up a sign.

   "510,000."

   This local tyrant directly quotes.

  But just as his sign was put down, someone raised the sign in his hand again.

   "520,000."

  The local tyrant was so calm, he raised the sign and shouted lightly.

   "530,000."

   "550,000."

"Six hundred thousand."

  “.”

  There are too many rich people in the field, hundreds of thousands is really a piece of cake for them, and even many people offer offers, wanting to win this antique writing brush.

After a few minutes.

  The price of this pen has been auctioned to one million.

   One after another, some people gave up.

   It's just an antique writing brush, and I don't know the exact age. The price of one million is already very high.

  Of course, some people don’t care about the money at all, they just like it and are still quoting.

"1.2 million."

  Looking at this scene, Luo Li had a smile on her face, this is what she wanted.

  The higher the auction price, the more money the auction house will make, and the more she will be paid. Every time an item is auctioned, she will have a commission.

   "Anyone else bid?"

   "1,200,000 times!"

   "1.2 million twice."

"1.2 million"

  The right time is when Luo Li’s hammer is about to be struck down for the third time.

   Someone raised a sign again.

   "1.3 million."

  For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on a man in Taoist robes, with a look of surprise on his face.

  The person who made the sound was none other than Sanyang Daoist.

  And Sanyang Zhenre directly added 100,000.

   Naturally, Li Hao asked Sanyang Zhenren to do it.

   This pen must be taken down by Li Hao.

   Now, the time is almost up, so Li Hao directly sent a soul message to the Sanyang real person, so that the Sanyang real person can win the offer.

  After the Sanyang real person made an offer, the complexions of several people who were still quoting just now changed suddenly, obviously recognizing the identity of the Sanyang real person.

   This is a monk, a strong foundation builder.

   If you compete with the other party for this antique and offend the other party, that would not be a wise choice.

   As a result, many people gave up immediately.

  However, the middle-aged man who just quoted 1.2 million frowned when he saw this scene, but he didn't know Sanyang real person.

His daughter-in-law's family is a scholarly family, and the old man likes things like the Four Treasures of the Study very much, and it will be his old man's birthday in a few days, if he can get this antique pen, give it to him Man, the old man will definitely like it very much.

   At that time, if the father-in-law is happy, he will give him some shares in the company, or give him a building or two, wouldn't it be cool.

  So, this middle-aged man wants to buy this writing brush, and one or two million, I mean, he is not short of this money.

  So ever since.

  The middle-aged man raised the sign in his hand again.

   "1.4 million."

   One hundred thousand was added again.

  Luo Li was taken aback when she heard the middle-aged man's offer again.

   This guy is so brave.

   Is this because you don't know the identity of the other party?

  Luo Li basically knew the identities of these people sitting off the court, and naturally knew that the man in Taoist robe was a monk, and the only one in the court.

  The foundation builder is a real boss, and there are only a handful of people in the entire Dahua country. Such a person must not be offended unless it is absolutely necessary.

   "Once in 1.4 million."

  Luo Li said directly.

   At this time.

  Realist Sanyang also looked at the middle-aged man on the opposite side, and the middle-aged man just happened to look at him.

   "Master! I am Yang Taiping from the Song Family in Western Shu. My father-in-law likes this pen very much. My father-in-law is Song Qiansheng from Qiansheng Group. Can you give me this pen! Thank you very much."

  The middle-aged man said to Sanyang Zhenren, directly reporting the names of himself and his father-in-law, hoping that the other party would give him this pen for the sake of Qiansheng Group.

   "Song Qiansheng of Qiansheng Group? I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it. Even if I let you, are you sure you hold it?"

  However, when Master Sanyang heard Yang Taiping's words, his expression froze, and he said to Yang Taiping in a deep voice.

  A powerful momentum involuntarily radiated out.

  At this moment, the faces of everyone present changed suddenly. These people present were basically warriors, but they felt an oppressive momentum descending on them, as if they could hardly breathe.

   "Do you know who he is? How dare you talk to him like this?"

   "Isn't this courting death?"

   "How dare you grab something from the monk, isn't this the flashlight in the hut?"

   "Don't even Daoist Sanyang know?"

   "Where did you get the courage? Did Liang Jingru give it to you?"

  “.”

   A series of voices came from beside Yang Tianping.

  Yang Taiping's complexion also changed suddenly at this moment, extremely astonished.

  Friar?

  The other party is actually a monk.

  Damn it, he actually asked the other party to give it to him just now.

   Isn't this courting death?

Yang Taiping's face became extremely ugly, and what he said, the other party was obviously angry, a strong oppression fell on him, he felt like his whole body was about to explode, and his face was swollen. red.

  Little life is in the other party's thought.

   It's just horrible.

   "No, no, no, I don't want it anymore. Since the real person has taken a fancy to this antique writing brush, I will give it to the real person, and I will pay for this pen!"

Yang Tianping is also a person who has seen the world, and his mind is very alert. He immediately said aloud, and directly made a decision, that is, he will pay the money for this writing brush and give it to the other party. Buy a good one and make friends with it.

  When Yang Taiping said this, Master Sanyang was taken aback.

   This guy is smart.

  But since the other party has to pay, why not do it.

  (end of this chapter)