"Tsk tsk, Fenglingzhou is worthy of being the poorest place among the thirteen ancient states. As the most powerful sect, what kind of garbage goods are sold by Juxian League?"

"That's right, everyone is disdainful to these things in our Xiankun Shenzhou."

"Haha, if these so-called treasures are in our Xianpeng Shengzhou, someone will not necessarily pick them up if you throw them on the ground."

Hearing these voices, the auctioneer of Juxian League in the center became angry.

If it weren't for the reputation of his own auction pavilion, the auctioneer couldn't help but yell at the group of old guys: "Who can't brag? Try throwing it on the ground and see who won't pick it up?"

However, the auctioneer could only think in his heart that these old guys are indeed not ordinary guests, and roaring is not OK.

But soon, as if he had thought of something, a smile suddenly appeared on the auctioneer's face.

"Hmph, the No. 1 Guilty Master Li of Fenglingzhou once said that he was struck by lightning when pretending to be awesome. Let me see how I hit you shameless guys in the face."

After saying something in his heart, the auctioneer immediately waved his palm.

The beautiful monk in the backstage was ordered and then he carefully held a crystal clear jade box like ice and snow to the stage.

“Huh?”
Chapter completed!