Chapter 461 Watermelon

As soon as Qingjiao's words fell, everyone began to bid.

"Twenty thousand spirit stones!"

"Twenty-two thousand spirit stones!"

"Thirty thousand..."

All the way up, the price of 100,000 spirit stones was reached in the blink of an eye.

One hundred thousand spirit stones is basically the normal starting price for a purple magic weapon, and the number of bidders has gradually decreased again.

Only people with two stars are still going on...

Huan Qingyan crawled on the collapsed table, looking curiously at the rolling black ball on the stage, which was about the size of the watermelon she was gnawing.

She raised her finger, "Uncle, I want to eat that black watermelon!"

Jimo Ya raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a faint smile on his face, "That's not watermelon, you can't eat it."

Huan Qingyan frowned, "That's right, black watermelon, if I want to eat it, I will eat it!"

What can Jimo Ya say?

Press the bid switch.

"Two hundred thousand spirit stones."

Everyone else started to increase the price by 11,000, and the price continued to be around 150,000. When he asked, it was 200,000.

Immediately, the eyes of the entire auction house turned to the direction of the No. 8 private room.

10,000 spirit stones to buy a bowl of spiritual delicacies, and 200,000 spirit stones to buy a magic weapon that cannot be used. This is Chi Guoguo's local tyrant style!

However, in this way, people who originally thought that this purple magic weapon could only be stored and not used, began to think, is there something else in it that even local tyrants fancy?

Could it be a really good thing, they didn't notice it for a while?

As a result, those who did not ask for a price started to speak out instead.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand."

"Twenty-seven thousand."

...

Jimo Ya had an elegant posture, the corners of his mouth curled up in a half-smile, "500,000!"

Once the five hundred thousand came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Huan Qingyan looked at it interestingly, and she also pressed the price mechanism button, giggling, "600,000!"

Originally, the No. 8 private room was called for 500,000, but no one followed the price, but in the end, Huan Qingyan made trouble and called for 600,000 for fun.

Fortunately, there is a special formation in each private room. In order to protect the privacy of the VIPs, the voices of bidding are mechanically unified, regardless of whether the voices of men or women are the same.

Huan Qingyan's 600,000 yuan stunned the audience, and discussions erupted immediately.

"What a local tyrant, please accept our knees! You can buy a normal purple magic weapon at this price."

"You can take this opportunity to pretend to be coercive, and call it 700,000, 800,000. If you enjoy it, the local tyrants will definitely shoot it in the end anyway."

"Be careful when you leave the auction house. The local tyrants will kill you. The rich local tyrants must have great power. You are doing it to death. And if the local tyrants don't want you, you won't even have to wear your pants."

"Ahem, just talk about it for fun."

...

"600,000!" The host Qingjiao shouted three times passionately, "600,000 spirit stones came out of private room No. I wish this distinguished guest can find a way to use this purple magic weapon...Congratulations again!"

...

After a while.

This black lacquered spherical magic weapon was sent over, and it was still Mo Wu who sent it in.

It was far away before, so I didn’t see it clearly, but when I looked closer now, Jimo Ya used his spiritual power to probe, this fast-rolling black watermelon ball can still stimulate its purple light, but it can’t sense what’s inside it Things, why are they moving?

Huan Qingyan was so happy that she carried the black watermelon out of the crystal box. As soon as she picked it up, the ball that was obviously rolling fast stopped moving for an instant.