Chapter 449 The Sensation of the Special Auction of Fighting Skills (9)
·
Ye Yu Wen Ling 0
Chapter 449 The Sensation of the Special Auction of Fighting Skills (9)
"Haha, brother Xiao Yan is still as courageous as ever." Qing Haoran sat on the chair clapping his hands and laughing, he knew that this little money was really nothing to Xiao Yan.
"This price is not outrageous, but it must be the limit. These ten films are none other than my younger brother. Since my younger brother has already made a move, it will be my turn in a while." Zhen Niqian rubbed her forehead with her hand. The hanging black hair muttered to himself, drawing a conclusion for Xiao Yan's round with confidence.
The bright red numbers on the screen are still a little dazzling, time is passing by quickly, and no one has made a move, but there are many voices discussing: "This guy is really crazy, he called the price so high at the beginning!"
"Let's avoid this lunatic's vigor first. The auction of high-level Italian fighting skills has just started. There will be more in the future. I don't believe he can shoot all of them at once."
"All shots? I'm afraid I don't have the strength."
"Even if he has that strength, he won't be afraid of being outraged by the public? There aren't many good people here, hehe, he'll probably be overwhelmed and walk away."
After 3 minutes, no one raised the price in the end, and the ten high-level fighting skills of the Italian rank fell into the hands of Xiao Yan as Zhen Ni said, and Xiao Yan suddenly burst into a smile.
"Congratulations to the friends who won the fighting skills! Let's continue." The auctioneer had a smile on his face, and with a light wave of his hand, the fighting skills on the screen were updated immediately.
Looking at everyone's hot eyes, the auctioneer waited for a new round of bidding with a little complacency.
It would be even better if it could surpass the previous bidder's price this time - the auctioneer thought so, feeling very happy.
But 1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, the numbers on the screen still didn't jump, it was as quiet as a virgin, and cold sweat began to ooze from the auctioneer's forehead.
What is the situation?How come no one bids?Could it be that the display update is wrong, and it's not a high-level fighting skill of the Italian rank?The auctioneer stared at the screen carefully with his eyes wide open.
That's right, it's ten Italian-level high-level fighting skills, how come no one bids?The auctioneer suddenly became extremely disturbed, and hurriedly turned around to see what happened off the stage.
Everyone in the audience was staring at the screen, but none of them made a move.The extreme contrast between the fiery heart and the quiet screen makes the entire auction hall dead silent.
(End of this chapter)
"Haha, brother Xiao Yan is still as courageous as ever." Qing Haoran sat on the chair clapping his hands and laughing, he knew that this little money was really nothing to Xiao Yan.
"This price is not outrageous, but it must be the limit. These ten films are none other than my younger brother. Since my younger brother has already made a move, it will be my turn in a while." Zhen Niqian rubbed her forehead with her hand. The hanging black hair muttered to himself, drawing a conclusion for Xiao Yan's round with confidence.
The bright red numbers on the screen are still a little dazzling, time is passing by quickly, and no one has made a move, but there are many voices discussing: "This guy is really crazy, he called the price so high at the beginning!"
"Let's avoid this lunatic's vigor first. The auction of high-level Italian fighting skills has just started. There will be more in the future. I don't believe he can shoot all of them at once."
"All shots? I'm afraid I don't have the strength."
"Even if he has that strength, he won't be afraid of being outraged by the public? There aren't many good people here, hehe, he'll probably be overwhelmed and walk away."
After 3 minutes, no one raised the price in the end, and the ten high-level fighting skills of the Italian rank fell into the hands of Xiao Yan as Zhen Ni said, and Xiao Yan suddenly burst into a smile.
"Congratulations to the friends who won the fighting skills! Let's continue." The auctioneer had a smile on his face, and with a light wave of his hand, the fighting skills on the screen were updated immediately.
Looking at everyone's hot eyes, the auctioneer waited for a new round of bidding with a little complacency.
It would be even better if it could surpass the previous bidder's price this time - the auctioneer thought so, feeling very happy.
But 1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, the numbers on the screen still didn't jump, it was as quiet as a virgin, and cold sweat began to ooze from the auctioneer's forehead.
What is the situation?How come no one bids?Could it be that the display update is wrong, and it's not a high-level fighting skill of the Italian rank?The auctioneer stared at the screen carefully with his eyes wide open.
That's right, it's ten Italian-level high-level fighting skills, how come no one bids?The auctioneer suddenly became extremely disturbed, and hurriedly turned around to see what happened off the stage.
Everyone in the audience was staring at the screen, but none of them made a move.The extreme contrast between the fiery heart and the quiet screen makes the entire auction hall dead silent.
(End of this chapter)
