The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

To Jiang Tong's surprise, the stunning woman on the stage went from 40 Chinese coins to more than [-] in bidding.

In the end, Staff Qin paid out of his own pocket and aggressively photographed him.

Xu Lai had no expression on his face, just watched indifferently.

Staff Officer Qin himself came from a rich family in Yanjing. Although he was not as bold and noble as the five great families in Yanjing, he was willing to spend tens of millions of dollars.

"These are foreign tourists who are being targeted by the local Witch God. I will find a place to settle her down."

As if afraid that Jiang Tong would have an opinion, Staff Officer Qin said to himself.

Only then did Jiang Tong open his eyes, and glanced at the stage. That woman was indeed very beautiful.

She is no less inferior than those female stars on the screen.

"These are considered ordinary. Back then, a female slave here once sold tens of millions of sky-high prices. That is the beauty that is unparalleled, and it will turn all living beings upside down."

The man in the suit smiled.

From the moment they met, Jiang Tong could feel the breath surging in the man's body.

Compared with warriors who specialize in inner strength, the breath in the man's body is more inclined to dark magic.

The realm of cultivation is also about entering the Tao.

I'm afraid that the man is also a member of the Witch God Cult, and his cultivation base is enough to look at the vicinity of Longka.

Next, several auction items were launched on the stage.

Most of them are precious cultural relics handed down from Huaguo in the late Qing Dynasty.

There's even a chicken cup.

The price also ranged from several million to tens of millions, only the chicken cup was auctioned for more than [-] million.

It was later bought by a blond foreign man.

"How many precious cultural relics do we have and are still being passed down overseas?" Staff Officer Qin smiled wryly.

If it weren't for participating in this kind of underground auction, it might not be possible to see so many treasures at the same time in a lifetime.

A Posuo ghost plate consecrated by the Posuo God of Wu Kingdom in person caused a sensation in the audience.

Jiang Tong frowned slightly.

"Mr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

After Jiang Tong came in, he looked indifferent, even the beautiful woman just now, he didn't even look at it.

Instead, he frowned at this moment.

Xu Lai asked curiously.

A voice sounded from the bottom of their hearts: "This is a South Asian magic weapon, which is similar to raising a little ghost. It can gather luck for the wearer and increase cultivation."

"However, this kind of magic weapon must have a strong physique, otherwise it will be backlashed by ghosts."

In South Asia, this kind of magic weapon is relatively common.

It is different from the magic weapon of Huaguo.

The magic weapon refined by famous masters in Huaguo is suitable for a wide range of people, and ordinary people can wear it. It can strengthen the body and support the spirit, and there is no backlash.

Nanya magic tools are more inclined to props for evil cultivation, which can refine the soul of a living person and strengthen one's body.

Only then did the Witch God Sect wantonly bloodwash villages and towns and tribes.

Therefore, the magic weapon of Huaguo is the most sought after thing by the rich in the world.

really!

The man in the suit had shortness of breath when he saw the whirling ghost disk.

Using the secret method to communicate with the bodyguards beside him, the general meaning is that no matter what, you must take pictures of this ghost pan magic weapon.

"Mr. Jiang, do we want to take a picture?"

Staff Officer Qin was eager to try it, and when he heard that the ghost pan was a magic weapon, his eyes lit up immediately.

Jiang Tong smiled lightly.

"Even if you take pictures, it's useless. When the living souls in the ghost plate are used up, it's just a piece of garbage. Unless you are proficient in the art of refining souls, risking the wrath of the Hua Kingdom, and killing hundreds of people, the They come from the soul."

Staff Officer Qin immediately shut up.

At that time, I'm afraid there will be dozens of martial arts masters who will cross this star and tear her apart for the rest of their lives.

Auction prices are rising steadily.

When Jiang Tong and the others communicated, they had already broken through the tens of millions mark.

The man in the suit looked like he was determined to win, and every time the price was increased, it was more than 500 million.

After several rounds, the bidding sound became less and less.

This time, even Xu Lai and Staff Officer Qin looked strangely at the man in the suit.

If you are an ordinary person, what are you doing here?
At least the man in the suit himself, or there are people from the Witch God around him.

Jiang Tong smiled lightly:
"Don't guess, this man who came to strike up a conversation with you is a member of the Witch God Sect."

Staff Officer Qin's face darkened.

This whirling artifact was finally bought by a man in a suit at a price of 8000 million.

Seeing his joyful expression, Jiang Tong hesitated.

Do you want to put a mark on him, catch up with him afterwards, and kill him directly to seize the treasure.

Or make a move on the spot and snatch all the items in this auction.

Don't look at Jiang Tong not caring.

It's just that I haven't met the thing that I'm interested in. If it's a panacea, even if the town is smashed, Jiang Tong vows to grab it.

Martial arts transforming gods over all living beings.

He always does things as he pleases, kills and kills freely, and is never bound by the rules of the world.

"As expected of a VIP room, the auction just started, and I took out a South Asian artifact."

Jiang Tong sighed in his heart.

Gradually pay attention to the stage.

After auctioning several precious items in succession, a sexy woman in a cheongsam with slits reaching to the bottom of her thighs walked over with a small rusty sword.

The small sword is several inches long, but no bigger than the palm of your hand.

Just like some contemporary handicrafts used for decoration, it looks ordinary.

At this moment, Jiang Tong suddenly opened his eyes.

Feijian?

Jiang Tong was surprised.

Flying swords can only be possessed by sword cultivators in the martial arts world of Huaguo. They are often cultivated to perfection, wielding the power of heaven and earth to refine their natal flying swords.

For thousands of years, sword repair has been known as the number one in killing.

Throughout the ages, on this star, there have been countless amazing sword cultivators who have overwhelmed an era.

However, for the sword cultivator who can refine the natal flying sword, Jiang Tong only knew Yang Jinglan, the master of the sword, thousands of years ago.

Jiang Tong once said it to his teacher.

Thousands of years ago, a peerless swordsman was born in Huaguo, Master Yujian.

Legend has it that Yang Jinglan's cultivation has already reached the pinnacle, surpassing the martial arts, standing at an unprecedented height.

That kind of person can be called a sword fairy in the world of mortals.

But if it's true or not, Jiang Tong doesn't know.

I only learned from the teacher that Yang Jinglan sacrificed mountains and rivers all his life to forge a natal flying sword.

The flying sword is named Shenyin!

"Master Jiang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Tong didn't answer, but laughed.

Then the laughter became louder and louder, and finally the sound shook for ten miles, shaking the VIP hall with a bang.

Everyone looked curious.

At this time, I heard a woman in a cheongsam on the stage explaining in English: "The origin of this small sword is unknown. It has been confirmed by survey experts that it has a history of at least 500 years."

"The starting price is 100 million!"

About Xiaojian, the auctioneer didn't know much, only a few sentences.

Someone said:

"500 million!"

Jiang Tong looked in surprise, knowing in his heart that someone must have recognized Xiaojian.

"800 million!"

The bidding sound gradually rose.

Then it broke through tens of millions, Jiang Tong watched the sword without saying a word, and Haodang's spiritual consciousness wanted to check Xiaojian's situation.

In the end, he encountered an invisible barrier, like a moat, which cut off all Jiang Tong's spiritual consciousness.

When Jiang Tong increased his divine sense, a terrifying sword intent erupted immediately, almost tearing Jiang Tong's spiritual consciousness apart.

Jiang Tong was startled.

Even after dying for an infinite time, the owner's imprint left on this little sword has not dissipated.

Just when everyone is fighting.

Jiang Tong said lightly:
"5000 million!"