C1169 I Can't Smash It in My Hands
In the fifth Vip Box...
Young Master of Heavenly Sword Palace and Jian Ming were now engaged in a war of attrition.
He had two choices. One was to give up. This way, he wouldn't lose money, but it was very likely that he would lose the opportunity to fight against millions or even tens of millions of top-grade warriors! His chance to rise up... might be given up just like that!
Or, he could choose to continue increasing the price...
And Faang Fann was now offering 200 trillion Divine Crystal of the Highest Quality...
If he wanted to bid, he would definitely bid more than 200 trillion Divine Crystal of the Highest Quality.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"Young Palace Master, don't be fooled! Faang Fann is obviously provoking you! If you really choose to bid, then you will really fall into his trap!"
Dou Ke the Yellow Sword, one of the Eight Supreme Swords of Heavenly Sword Palace, hastily reminded.
Overall, he felt that the situation was not quite right. If he insisted on doing so, it was very likely that the situation would collapse in an instant!
"Join the trap?"
"It's impossible for me to join the trap!"
"Don't you dare spout nonsense here!"
"The reason why we were auctioning the Soul Corroding Celestial Armor earlier was because you were standing in the way. Otherwise, I would have been able to obtain a Supreme Quasi-Sage Artifact! That's a Supreme Quasi-Sage Artifact worth billions of Divine Crystal of the Highest Quality! "
"You're old! Your so-called feeling is also uncertain!"
Jian Ming said while gnashing his teeth in anger, and his eyes flickered with a bright light.
Dou Ke the Yellow Sword opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw Jian Ming's crazy expression, he knew that if he continued to persuade Jian Ming, it might have the opposite effect.
After that... Dou Ke the Yellow Sword secretly sighed and chose to shut his mouth.
Jian Ming was not used to Dou Ke the Yellow Sword's dissuasion.
He clenched his fists and his body trembled. His eyes lit up.
He wanted to increase the price, but he did not have the courage to do so.
...
In the third Vip Box, Faang Fann didn't hear Jian Ming increase the bid for a long time. He was stunned for a moment.
Could it be that this guy was really frightened by the bid price? Was he scared? He didn't dare to continue bidding?
If that was the case, then this Void Controlling Pill really fell into his hands?
Two trillion!
Faang Fann's mouth twitched. How could this be possible?
"Auctioneer, you can go straight to the final procedure! If no one else increased the price, this Void Controlling Pill is mine!"
Faang Fann's eyes turned, and he pretended to be extremely anxious, as if he wanted to get this Void Controlling Pill urgently.
Auctioneer and Mengjie, who were on the auction stage, were stunned for a moment before she nodded her head.
She had seen the attitude of the chairman towards Fang Fan, so she naturally knew that this was a distinguished guest of Auction, and she could not offend him.1
"The highest bid for this Void Controlling Pill is 200 trillion Divine Crystal of the Highest Quality! Is there anyone else who wants to increase the bid? "
"200 trillion Divine Crystal of the Highest Quality going once..."
...
Auctioneer and Mengjie's voice echoed in his ears and cold sweat dripped down from Jian Ming's forehead.
One could imagine the nervousness in his heart at this moment.
He suddenly remembered that during the auction of the Soul Corroding Celestial Armor, Faang Fann also seemed to have urged Auctioneer to quickly end the auction.
How similar was the scene in the past and now?
The final result was that he missed the opportunity to bid for the Supreme Quasi-Sage Artifact.
History would never allow it to be repeated!
Jian Ming roared, and then he let out an excited voice. "20.1 billion Divine Crystal of the Highest Quality! The Void Controlling Pill is mine!"
The voice was not soft, just the courage of the auction was already unbearable...
Calling and calling, in the end, it only increased the bid by one trillion...
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