General Martial Artist: I Am An Evil Mandarin In Charge Of Heavenly Prison, Hoang Dung's Waist

I don't know if it was because Su Chen's gaze was too sharp, after glancing at him, the white-clothed boy quickly turned away.

Perhaps, the difference in identity between the two is too large, and Su Chen, who is sitting in the back row, cannot arouse the interest of the other party at all.

After this episode, Turtle Gong began the auction price of meteoric iron.

"A piece of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, the total weight is fifty-two taels, and the starting price is 800 taels."

As soon as the words fell, the

middle-aged man standing at the main table was the first to bid.

"My son-in-law gives 850 taels."

After speaking, he swept his fierce gaze towards everyone present, as if to warn.

But even so, there are still who are not afraid of things to speak.

"880 taels!"

The one who asked for the price was the bearded man who had just slapped away the leg splitter.

This guy also looks like a ruthless character, and he doesn't eat the white boy's set at all.

Although the other party is aggressive, but helpless meteorite is an excellent forging material, but anyone who walks the rivers and lakes, no one does not want to use it to create a sharp weapon.

"My son-in-law bid 950 taels."

After the middle-aged man obtained the consent of the white-clothed boy, he continued to bid, but the look in his eyes as he looked at the bearded man became more and more fierce.

"1,000 taels."

Luo Xihu stretched out his little finger, pulled out his nose without care, dug out a lump, then bent his finger and bounced in the direction of the main table.

Due to the long distance, the boogers did not hit the target, and although such behavior did not hurt much, it was extremely insulting.

Poof!

Wei Xiaobao, who was sitting next to Su Chen, did not hold back, and a mouthful of strong tea also spewed out from his mouth.

Suck!

He sucked the remaining tea from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, raised his hand to wipe it a few times, and then said with a grin:

"Master Su, this beard is really funny."

But then again, why don't you bid?

Su Chen put down the teacup in his hand, licked the corner of his mouth slightly with the tip of his tongue, and replied lightly.

"No hurry, let's see the situation first."

The reason why he chose to stand still, on the one hand, was that there was no need to insert a kick at this time.

Because both sides are asking for prices, the contradiction will be intensified, and there will always be one side who will retreat in advance.

The end will soon be clear, and when the time comes, it is the best strategy to see the right time to strike.

If you join the melee now, the three parties raise the price, and after the contradictions are dispersed, it is easy to keep the price rising.

Even if you can shoot meteorite in the end, it is bound to pay more silver, which is quite uneconomical.

This is like a group of people blowing up gold flowers, and in the end there are only three companies left, everyone is unwilling to fold, and they are bound to fall into the endless cycle of repeated bets.

Of course, the only difference is that at auction, the party that profits is the seller.

At the moment when Su Chen and Wei Xiaobao were talking, the situation in the field suddenly changed.

I saw the white-clothed boy nodding towards the bald guy beside him, and the latter immediately noticed, raised his right hand and shot towards the beard outside Sanzhangkai.

This sudden change surprised everyone present.

Logically speaking, the auction is all fair competition, and the highest price wins.

There are only a handful of people like this who start fighting at every turn.

Not to mention whether there are masters in Lichunyuan, even the official will provide protection behind it.

Seeing the bald guy slap his palm, Luo Hu obviously didn't expect it.

However, he is also the master of the chaos, so naturally he will not be afraid of the other party.

After getting up, he also waved his medal to fight back.

The two strong winds swept through, and the palm forces of the two sides collided together in an instant.

The prostitutes beside him were so frightened that they retreated one after another, for fear of accidentally injuring themselves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three collisions sounded in succession, and the moment the two palms intersected, the beard was smashed out.

After hitting the table and chairs one after another, he smashed the window, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Poof!

Two mouthfuls of blood suddenly spurted out, and Luo Xihu fainted on the spot.

The anti-sightseeing leader, the whole person stood in place without moving, lightly carried the dust on his body, and returned to the white-clothed boy without saying a word.

"Shhh! So strong! After

seeing Su Chen fighting between the two, he quickly made a judgment on his strength.

Needless to say, he was just a martial artist of the ninth grade of the Innate Realm.

And this unassuming bald guy is the realm of a proper seven-rank grandmaster.

If it weren't for the mercy of his subordinates, the beard at this moment would have been bombarded into scum.

Obviously, the meaning of the white-clothed boy was only to let him teach the other party a slight lesson, and did not let him kill the killer.

Of course, this does not mean that the white-clothed boy is kind-hearted, perhaps considering that this is the territory of Lichunyuan, and he does not want to alarm the official office.

In the Zhuwu Continent, disputes between rivers and lakes are a common thing, and under normal circumstances, the government will not interfere in the fights.

But here is also the capital of Yuanda, if you kill someone, it will naturally cause trouble, perhaps the other party is taking this factor into account, so they did not kill them all.

However, such behavior is enough to shock everyone present.

Thinking of this, Su Chen involuntarily fell his gaze on the white-clothed boy and branded the other party with a brand new label.

Little white face, prominent background, martial arts family, do not agree with a word.

According to Su Chen's understanding, anyone who has this level of identity does not have a good thing.

Of course, I myself too, but I drive without saying a word, he!

After Su Chen complained a few words, he also had some jealousy about the identity of the white-clothed boy.

"Master Su, these people are ruthless, or you better not fight with them.

It's not too late to wait for the next opportunity to shoot. Wei

Xiaobao, who was a little frightened, hid behind him, gently tugged at the corners of his sleeves, and said with some timidity.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that time didn't allow, he really didn't want to wade through this muddy water.

Helplessly, tomorrow the second elder Xuanxi will return to Dadu, and if he can't make the anti-wolf armor, then the sister of Mikami will have to become the plaything of the deer staff.

Even if he can take revenge in the future, it will not help.

As long as the green hat man label is labeled, it cannot be taken off for a lifetime.

Such a thing, Su Chen will never allow it to happen to him.

If not, what face will you have to see Prime Minister Cao Cheng?

"The boy in white gives out 1100 taels!

1100 two for the first time! Is there still a bid? "

Duke Guigong didn't dare to be nosy, and the auction continued.

The middle-aged man and the bald guy beside the white-clothed boy scanned the audience again, with a strong sense of threat in their eyes.

Seeing the miserable situation of the beard, the prostitutes had long been frightened and stupid, and where they dared to continue bidding, they all lowered their heads and looked sideways to avoid their edge.

"1100 two second time!" Guigong shouted again.

The crowd remained silent.

"Ahem... 1100 No...." Without

waiting for the turtle to raise his hammer, an extremely cold voice floated over.

"I give out 1200 taels..."