Tang Xiaobao felt a little awkward. He couldn't get used to being called a senior by a man in his seventies.
However, Tang Xiaobao did not explain.
Isn’t it great to have the opportunity to show off, put on airs, and use your privileges?
Tang Xiaobao drank it all in one gulp, and Meng Yizi came over again to pour tea.
"Come on, just leave it here, I can do it myself." Tang Xiaobao felt that letting this old man pour tea for him would shorten his lifespan, and he felt like a piece of shit, so he said.
Unexpectedly, Mengyazi said with some trepidation: "It is my great fortune to be able to pour tea for you, senior."
sweat!
Tang Xiaobao stopped talking.
If you are willing to serve, then go ahead and serve me. This has nothing to do with me.
The auction in the hall below finally began.
There are only four stone chambers like the one where Tang Xiaobao stayed. This one faces north and south, so it is naturally the most noble.
In the other three stone chambers, Tang Xiaobao could vaguely see some guests, all of whom were wearing ancient robes. They were probably masters from hidden sects in the martial arts world.
The people sitting below were a mixed bunch, some were super-rich, and some were gangsters.
Of course, these guests probably have extraordinary identities in the secular world.
Otherwise, he would not be qualified to participate in such an auction, let alone know the existence of the Divine Sword Sect.
The auction officially began. An elder from the sect took on the role of auctioneer. He walked onto the stage and glanced at the guests below with a calm expression.
Suddenly, the guests who were chattering just now all fell silent.
It can be seen that the Divine Sword Sect has a deep foundation and can intimidate these guests.
"Everyone, the annual auction is about to begin. Before the auction begins, I must once again emphasize the venue's discipline. First, please refrain from discussing with each other while introducing the auction items. Violators will be expelled from the venue and disqualified from bidding. Second, all items will go to the highest bidder. Once a bid is placed, a dedicated person will come to negotiate after the auction. If a successful bidder cannot pay, their bid will be permanently disqualified from the auction and executed without mercy. Third..."
Tang Xiaobao was stunned when he heard this.
This auction was pretty much the same as what he knew, the only difference being that if one broke the auction rules, they might end up being killed.
Auctions are not protected by law, but here, the Divine Sword Sect is the law enforcer.
If you kill a person outside, the police will pursue the matter, but here, it is no different from killing a chicken.
The Divine Sword Sect holds a very transcendent position in the martial arts world and is considered a large, hidden sect, so no one dares to raise any objections.
Fatty Zhu drank his tea in a very comfortable manner. He seemed to have no interest in this auction. He simply said to Tang Xiaobao, "Anything you like, just bid whatever you want. I'll pay for it in the end. No need to save money for me."
Hey, you're pretty rich.
Tang Xiaobao has always been curious about how much money Fatty Zhu has. Why does it seem like he has become the richest man in the world?
But he liked this kind of promise very much.
It would be a waste not to shoot it. It’s a business that doesn’t cost any money anyway, so Tang Xiaobao likes it very much.
He is now very glad to have met Fatty Zhu. Being brothers with gods is different. It gives him confidence!
Meng Yizi, who was standing by, was also terrified when he heard this.
He didn't know how much money Fatty Zhu had, and it didn't matter.
The important thing is that Fatty Zhu is so generous towards Tang Xiaobao.
He looked at Tang Xiaobao, and admiration appeared in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Tang Xiaobao was still not satisfied. He chuckled at Fatty Zhu and said, "Old Zhu, since you've said that, I won't be polite. Can I book the whole place for you later?"
puff!
Fatty Zhu almost vomited blood.
Just giving you three points of color, and you want to open a dyeing room?
Money is a small matter. If you do this, what's the point of holding an auction? If you grab everything by yourself, won't people fight you to the death?
Meng Yizi on the side almost vomited blood.
Oh my god, who is this senior? He dares to call Senior Zhu "Old Zhu" and speaks so impolitely. Can't he tell that he is being polite?
"If you rob someone and they fight you to the death, I won't care." Fatty Zhu glared.
Tang Xiaobao wasn't afraid of this. He laughed and said, "Who wants to fight me? Come on, I haven't killed anyone in a long time."
To be honest, Tang Xiaobao has killed people before, for example, he killed the silver wolf.
But when Meng Yizi heard these words, they were very important.
Oh my, it really is the senior, who wants to kill people at the slightest provocation!
Tang Xiaobao was just joking. He also knew that the people who came here were not ordinary people.
Some of them are masters from hidden sects. If one person really takes them all, he will probably be hunted down when he gets out.
He was not afraid that someone would kill him. With the protection of ghost spirits, the magical skill of teleportation, and his own innate energy, he was not afraid of anyone.
The key is that there are too many enemies. People come to assassinate me every day. Life is boring. I am afraid of being assassinated when I go to the toilet, poisoned when I eat, hit by a car when I go shopping, and knocked on the door when I sleep...
However, as long as there is something he really likes, he must take action. Even if Fatty Zhu doesn't pay, he is not going to let it go.
He is also a rich man, with more than 1 billion yuan in his pocket. With money in his card, he feels confident.
If a magical artifact or fragment of a magical weapon with spiritual power appears, Tang Xiaobao will get it even if he has to steal it.
This is a matter that concerns whether he can become an immortal in the future. There is no room for negotiation. No one can snatch it away. That would be like taking his life.
The auctioneer began to introduce the items on the auction table.
"...This calligraphy and painting, passed down from the hand of Wang Xizhi during the Tang Dynasty, is said to be the world's finest running script... There is only one such authentic work in the world, making it a priceless treasure. If anyone is interested, please bid. The starting price is 100 million yuan, and each increment must be no less than 10 million yuan. Bidding begins now."
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