Chapter 1700: Tang Hao shot

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"This Soul Burial Scripture is a great story. Since ancient times, there have been many people who have obtained this scripture book, and all of them are not idle people."
"The most powerful nature is the power that excavated the immortal graves, and the others are not bad. There are countless graves excavated. The previous generation of scripture holders are too many graves, and they specialize in digging the graves of human ancestors. Aroused public outrage and was killed by many forces."
"And this "Soul Burial Classic", after the death of the previous generation, has been missing. Unexpectedly, after thousands of years, this classic has been born again."
At the auction site, the atmosphere was warm, and everyone was talking about the "Soul Burial Classic".
"The finale of this auction, a volume of the ancient scriptures, has a starting price of 10 million, and each time the price increases, it must be no less than 1 million!"
On stage, Venerable Bao Yuan announced loudly.
When his words fell, he rumbling around.
"11 million!"
"Twelve million!"
The crowd was competing to bid, and the atmosphere became a little fanatical.
The price has risen madly, just in a blink of an eye, it has turned six times, to more than 60 million.
"I have 70 million!"
There was a deep cry from the VIP seat on the eighth.
The Song people shot again!
After bidding for the thousand years of Jiaozhu at the beginning, the Song people haven't moved, and now they have finally shot again.
"80 million!"
Immediately, someone bids, and it will be ten million.
"I'll pay 90 million!"
"100 million!"
The Song clan started, and other clans also joined in. The bidding entered a stage of fierce competition, and the price skyrocketed upwards by 10 million.
No matter which clan is unwilling to let go of an ancient scripture, for a clan, tens of millions is nothing more than small money.
Tang Hao sat there, but did not shoot.
He knew very well that this auction was just the beginning.
He waited patiently, watching the price continue to rise, jumping from 100 million to 200 million, then to 300 million, 400 million, but it was only a moment of effort.
Those ancient countries are also crazy, at any cost, crazy bidding, prices continue to soar.
"I'm a billion!"
In the VIP room No. 8, the Song saint shouted, his tone was a little crazy.
"Song surnamed, Jiaozhu was robbed by you before. I won't let you give me this miracle. I'll give out 1.1 billion! If you have a species, you can keep up!" The saints of the Qing tribe followed closely.
"Okay! Follow, follow me, am I still afraid of you!"
The sages of the Song clan exasperated and continued to bid, which also raised 100 million yuan.
In their bidding, the price has gone up even more crazy. Before that, it still went up 10 million, but now it goes up to 100 million.
Many people in the venue were bitter smiles and gave up the bid early.
In terms of financial resources, they are far inferior to these ancient countries, and they cannot afford the billions of dollars.
When the price soared to more than three billion yuan, the voice of bidding was obviously less, and the mutual bidding between the Song and Qing people also slowed down, and each bid must be considered.
This "Soul Burial Classic" is indeed precious, but at this price, it seems that it is not worth it. After all, this is not a supreme practice.
"3.3 billion!"
The saints of the Qing tribe bid again.
In the VIP room No. 8, there was no sound for a long time.
There was no voice in the other VIP seats.
After a moment, the Song saints finally spoke out and bid again, "3.4 billion!"
"Thirty-five!"
The Qing sage immediately shouted, and he saw that the guy with the surname Song had begun to hesitate, as long as he was stronger, he could get it as soon as possible.
The Song saint hesitated again, and there was no answer for a long time.
"The VIP on the 6th bid 3.5 billion. Does anyone else pay a higher price?" On the stage, Venerable Baoyuan looked around and shouted loudly.
For a time, no one answered.
"3.5 billion! Almost!"
"It seems that this sacred book belongs to the Qing nationality!"
Everyone whispered.
They all understand that this auction is coming to an end, with a high price of 3.5 billion, who else can compete with this Qing nationality!
Venerable Bao Yuan swept around, he wanted to open his mouth and announce the result of the auction.
"Wait!"
But at this moment, in the hustle and bustle of the meeting place, a deep, powerful voice suddenly sounded, covering all the sounds of the past.
Suddenly, the scene was quiet, and everyone was stunned.
Because this voice did not come from the VIP seat, but in the conference hall.
In this venue, would anyone dare to continue bidding?
Now they turned around in unison and looked at it. When they saw it clearly, they were even more shocked.
They all had the impression of the person who made the noise, that was the guy who spent 1.05 million on the pig-killing knife.
"What does this guy want to do?"
"He wouldn't want to bid? This is 3.5 billion! Has he raised 3.5 billion?"
Everyone was a little puzzled.
With this guy, it doesn't seem to be worth 3.5 billion.
"I remember, this guy also took a baby before, it took about ten million yuan, two auctions in total, it also took 11 or 12 million!"
"It's only ten million, but now it's 3.5 billion!"
Everyone whispered.
From those VIP seats, all eyes have come out.
In the VIP seat on the sixth, there were also Tao Dao's eyes protruding, turning around the person a few times, followed by a few chuckles.
They also did not believe it, this guy can compete with their Qing people.
On the stage, Venerable Bao Yuan was also a little stunned. Of course he remembered this guy. He was impressed when he photographed the treasure sword!
"This Daoyou, are you going to bid?" he said suspiciously.
"Why not?"
Tang Hao smiled, and stood up slowly under the attention of everyone, "I am also very interested in this book of Soul Burial Classic!"
"Oh!"
Suddenly, a few sneers came from the VIP room No.6.
"It's up to you for 3.5 billion?"
The tone of the Qing people is contemptuous.
Tang Hao looked at the light and smiled, "3.5 billion spar, I really don't have it!"
"No?"
Everyone was stunned, and then all sneered out loud.
"Without 3.5 billion, what are you doing standing up!"
"I'm afraid this guy isn't an idiot! Why don't you shame if you don't have money?"
Everyone roared and shouted.
On the stage, Venerable Bao Yuan frowned and said: "This Daoist, since you can't afford so much, don't mix it up."
Tang Hao smiled and said, "I haven't spar, but I have other better things!"
"Huh?" Venerable Bao Yuan immediately showed his doubts. What treasures can reach as much as 3.5 billion. This guy is probably not talking nonsense, deliberately making trouble?
"This Daoist, I think you want to arrive with treasures, but you must know that ordinary treasures, my Baozhai, will not accept them!"
His face sank, and his tone was a little bad.
Even if this guy has some treasures, how many pieces can he get to 3.5 billion. Moreover, it is quite troublesome to use the treasures to reach the spar. It is also necessary to identify one by one and evaluate them one by one.
Therefore, generally speaking, he does not accept God Baozhai.
There was a burst of laughter again.
This guy is also a wonderful flower. He wanted to bid in this way. Even if he really got a treasure worth 3.5 billion, wouldn’t he know that his opponent was the Qing, one of the top clans of the ancient wasteland?
With the size of such top clan, he can easily take out hundreds of millions more and directly crush him.