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Hiss! After Mao Mingqun spoke, gasps could be heard from the crowd one after another. Each and every one of them revealed an expression of disbelief; they truly could not understand why a seemingly worthless piece of metal that was originally worth not even 500,000 gold coins would raise the price 700 times in just a short amount of time.1

700 times … 350 million gold coins … To an ordinary person, this was a fortune that they would never be able to take out in their entire life. Even the richest man in the Eastern Cloud City, Li Zhenghong, would never be able to take out so much money.

What was so special about this piece of metal? Is it really worth this price? Who were these two people calling out the price? What kind of amazing background did they have? At this moment, these questions were raised in everyone's minds, but no one was able to answer them.

He never expected that Mao Mingqun would offer such a high price. Three hundred and fifty million. Even if he added in the twenty million that he had spent previously, he did not have that much money.

Originally, he had thought that with the three hundred million gold coins and so much money that he had brought with him, he would definitely be able to obtain a small "ordinary" metal piece in this small round city.

In fact, if no one recognized the information on the metal piece, perhaps he would be able to fulfill his wish, but heaven was not as good as he wanted. Who would have thought, that halfway through, he would actually make a killing move, and this "Cheng Ya Jin" came prepared, and he had even more money than him.

If Mao Mingkun offered 300 million, he still had a way. At that time, he would just post a little bit of his own wealth and trade all the valuable things he had to the auction, maybe he could even exchange them for 30 million gold coins. That way, he would be able to get the 310 million.

However, 350 million, compared to the 280 million that he had left now, that was a difference of 70 million. With this much money, even if he sold all of his things, he would still not be able to sell them for tens of millions.

Looking at Mo Yuanzhi whose face alternated between green and white, the Prime Minister by the side swallowed his saliva and said, "Mo … Deacon Mo, what should we do now? "

"What should we do? "Oh my god!" Mo Yuankong glared and charged forward, "Three hundred and fifty million gold coins, the main sect has only given me three hundred million gold coins. Even if I did not spend twenty million in front of me, I did not have an extra fifty million. Even if we sold it, we would not be able to sell it for that much.

He had spent 20 million gold coins on the Spirit Breaking Pill on auction without permission, which was actually nothing much in normal times. After all, the Spirit Breaking Pill was indeed useful for a peak-level grand achievement practitioner, so if there was an expert with Psionic Core Stage in the Black Fiend School, they would naturally be happy. However, at the same time, Mo Yuankong's words were also true.

However, if the twenty million had an impact on the overall situation, the Black Fiend School would definitely not be able to cheer up. At that time, not only would they not praise Mo Yuankong, but they would even punish him. After all, compared to the Spirit Breaking Pill, or to be exact, compared to an expert of Psionic Core Stage, an iron piece was more important.

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