After auctioning some strange treasures, the atmosphere of the venue was slowly depressed. Compared with the pure Yang treasure, these are nothing!

"next, let's welcome our second batch of magic pills!" The old man cried at the right time, which finally made the atmosphere of the auction house warm again.

"500000!" There is a direct competition.

"six hundred thousand Six hundred and fifty thousand 700000 Seventy two million 800000! " When zoubin quoted the price of 800000 yuan, he finally stopped the car!

just when Zou bin thought that he was determined to get it, he hated it half to death with a cry of "ninety-nine million!"

"you Shen Jing,...