Chapter 151

Qian Youwei held up the sword grass like a swordsman wandering in the Jianghu.

Although in the eyes of Ye Gucheng, Qian Youwei's actions are really insulting to the swordsman, his mind and spirit are all concentrated on the sword grass at the moment, and he doesn't care.

Shua!

Qian Youwei compared a movement that he thought was very handsome. He held up the sword grass and waved it obliquely.

Ye Yu put out his hand to cover his face, knowing that he would not let Qian Youwei demonstrate it. Shame!

Yeah!

Tinkle!

First there was a slight air friction, then a metal crash.

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"unexpectedly, it was really cut off!"

"So thick, so hard alloy has been cut off? I'm not dreaming! "

"Is this really grass? So sharp grass? "

"Who is such a loser, such a God to auction!"

They were silent for a while, then all were shocked.

It's true that the impact of the scene just now is too strong. On the one hand, there are seemingly weak grass leaves, and on the other hand, there are strong and hard alloys. The result of the two attacks overturns the three views of the public.

Ye Gucheng's figure is more straight, holding the long sword in his hand, and his eyes are sharp on the sword grass.

Although I don't know why I came back to such a magical place, ye Gucheng didn't act rashly, and when it was transmitted, a voice told him that this trip was for auction.

"This is my chance! At any cost, we must get it! This is the way of our swordsmanship, the key to further development! "

"This sword grass, I will decide!"

Li Yingwu, chairman of Li's group, suddenly got up and stared at the sword grass, as if he had met a peerless beauty.

Li's group is said to have been handed down from the Tang Dynasty. It has a profound background. It is the leading family in China. It has always been the leader of the steel and alloy industry. Therefore, when it saw such a magical sword grass, it couldn't hold it at once.

Seeing that everyone knows the miraculous sword grass, Qian Youwei carefully put down the sword grass, "the mysterious and sharp sword grass has a base price of 50 million yuan, and the price increase each time should not be less than 5 million yuan!"

When Qian Youwei's voice dropped, Li Yingwu directly shouted, "one hundred million!"

All the people took a breath of cool air. If you want to be so cruel, it will double.

"150 million!"

Some people are not afraid of Li Yingwu, because we all know that whether it's collection or research value, this sword grass is worth this price.

"180 million!"

"Two billion!"

Two more people stood up in a row and took part in the auction.

Ye Yu took a sip of tea and looked at all the people in the competition. To be honest, if he made money too fast, he would feel nothing.

Looking at Ye Gucheng, Ye Yu almost spouted a saliva.

Because ye Yu sees Ye Gucheng's embarrassment. As the leader of Baiyun City, ye Gucheng will not be short of money, but it seems that silver tickets are not common here, right?

However, ye Gu Cheng's eyes immediately became firm. If he had no money, he would exchange it for something else! No matter what the price, we should auction for sword grass!

Li Yingwu looked around like an enraged lion. At last, he said to Tang Shi, "Don Tang, what are you doing?"

Tang Shi laughs, and the two hundred million just now are what he called.

"The sword grass is so magical. My heart is itchy!"

Li Yingwu snorted heavily, "I'm going to get this sword! Three billion! "

Three billion! Qian Youwei's excited mouth corners were all drawn, so high price made him unable to calm down.

"Three billion for the first time! Has anyone increased the price? "

The rest of them are silent, because Li Yingwu is the only one who will get the power. Li's group has a deep foundation. If he really wants to get sword grass with his heart, everyone has to give up.

"Three billion second time!"

Everyone didn't make a sound. They all thought that the sword grass was in Li Yingwu's bag.

But ye Yu doesn't like Li Yingwu, because he knows that ye Gucheng will never give up this sword grass.

Qian Youwei held up his hammer. "Three hundred million third..."

"wait!"

As ye Yu expected, ye Gu Cheng's cold voice echoed in the conference hall.