Chapter 2085: Do you think your face is very valuable?

   Chapter 2085 Do you think your face is very valuable?

Counting it down, they spent over a million middle-grade holy spirit stones in the previous auction. The auction commission alone was more than 300,000, and 100,000 was only one-third. Zhang Qingsong didn't even have this face. Will give it to him.

  "He Kunliang, do you think your face is valuable? In my Zhang Qingsong's eyes, you are nothing!" Seeing He Kunliang's unsatisfactory utterance, he wanted to use the academic history to suppress him, Zhang Qingsong raised his eyebrows.

  An auction has a history of tens of thousands of years. How can the rules be said to be broken? Even if Shen Zhengxing, who is known as the leader of the nine colleges of the academic palace, comes, he said the same.

  He Kunliang is just a history of the academy, and the qualifications are the lowest, ranking bottom in the history of the academy, and he actually wants to use his name to crush him. I really don’t know what to say.

   After finishing speaking, Zhang Qingsong snorted contemptuously, turned around and left, and Li didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore.

   "Presumptuous, you dare to be disrespectful to the history of this academy!" As a history of the academy, He Kunliang is always eloquent in the Seven Star Academy. He has never been so despised. My heart was distressed, and there was nowhere to vent my grievances. At this moment, I felt a wicked fire swish straight up, impulsively, patted Zhang Qingsong's back with a palm.

"Bold!" Zhang Qingsong didn't expect that He Kunliang would actually do something to himself, and he would sneak attack from behind—well, He Kunliang was only momentarily angry, but he didn't actually have the idea of ​​sneak attack, but Zhang Qingsong would not think so much in haste, directly. He slapped it out with a heavy backhand.

   "Boom!" He Kunliang soared into the sky amid the loud noise, and then blood spurted to the ground.

  This scene dazzled everyone in the auction house who had not left yet. No one thought that He Kunliang would let Zhang Qing go on impulse, and he never thought that Zhang Qingsong would shoot him out without giving face. However, He Kunliang sneaked forward, and even if he was seriously injured by a palm, there was no place to reason.

   "Hey, are you okay." Just when everyone was stunned, the white-haired old liar responded in a timely manner, and an arrow rushed forward and held He Kunliang.

   "No...nothing!" He Kunliang spit out two words with difficulty. God proved that the palm he had just shot was taken at random in anger. He didn't exert all his strength at all, and didn't even hurt Zhang Qingsong's thoughts. But Zhang Qingsong was attacked behind his back, and he didn't think much about it. Keep, with this palm, his qi and blood retrograde meridians ruptured, and he couldn't relieve his breath for a long time.

   "It's okay to be fine. You promised to double the compensation. When will it be given to me?" the old liar said with a long breath of relief. If it weren't for He Kunliang's doubling of compensation, he wouldn't bother to care about him.

   "Do you think I still have money to pay you?" He Kunliang said sadly. The lucrative IOU in Deng Juebao's hand is enough to prevent him from turning over in his entire life. Where did he pay the old liar and double it...

   "What, no money? If you don't have money, double what you said to me, are you deliberately making me funny!" The old liar was furious, threw He Kunliang on the ground again, and rushed up with punches and kicks.

The poor history of He Courtyard was hit hard by Zhang Qingsong's palm, and he still hasn't relieved his breath yet. How can he stop his violent beating, just a few breaths, a long nosebleed, a face Also swollen into a pig's head.

  "Stop, let go of our Master of Academy History!" Finally, a few disciples from the Seven Star Academy came back to their senses and rushed up quickly.

  (End of this chapter)