"Three million!"

Ding Mu directly increased the price by one million, which attracted everyone to watch. After seeing that it was Ding Mu who made the bid, they all wisely gave up.

After all, the memory of Yuan Ye's kick that destroyed Wang Ping's right hand was still fresh in his mind. If he angered Ding Mu at this time, he might not end well.

But when Master Qian saw this scene, it was different.

Although Ding Mu increased the price by one million, raising the price of the demon pill to three million, this was not his ideal transaction price.

According to the current market price, the price of the second-order demon pill is between 1 million and 1.5 million, the price of the third-order demon pill is between 2 million and 3 million, and the price of the fourth-order demon pill is

It’s hard to say, the bottom price is usually 3 million, and the highest transaction record even reaches over 10 million!

Therefore, Ding Mu’s bid will most likely cost him millions!

Although judging from his current net worth, he doesn't really care about these millions, but the key is losing face.

At Master Qian's auction, one person's bid prevented others from raising their bids. If this spread, Master Qian's reputation would suffer again.

What made him even more frustrated was that he was a master and could not work hard to promote the price like other auctioneers. Otherwise, he would inevitably be suspected of lowering the price in the eyes of everyone. Even though he was unhappy in his heart, he could only pile up the price.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Mr. Ding Mu offered three million, is there anyone who wants to increase the price? I would like to remind you that this demon elixir is a fourth-level demon elixir. After being obtained by a master of transformation, it can greatly improve his internal strength, and it is very helpful for cultivation."

It’s of great benefit.”

Everyone in the audience looked at Ye Lang. Ye Lang closed his eyes and concentrated, seemingly not hearing anything.

Master Qian was helpless. After confirming twice in a row that no one raised the price, he announced that Ding Mu had won the bid for the demon pill, and Wu Yishan took out his gold card to trade.

When Master Qian saw the gold card, his eyes finally changed: No holder of a gold card should be underestimated!

With his status, he cannot pass the application and get a gold card. Why does Wu Yishan have a gold card? Is there some background behind the Wu family?

He had decided to go to Wu's house in person after the auction.

After Ding Mu got the fourth-level demon pill, he put it away and the auction continued.

Although the next items are also very precious, they are nothing to Ding Mu, and nothing can catch his eye. Without Ding Mu's participation, the atmosphere of the auction was finally aroused, and only seven auction items were auctioned.

The sky-high price of nearly 100 million was paid!

After the auction ended, people began to disperse gradually, but some people stayed. They all brought some things over, hoping to take this opportunity to let Master Qian check them, or sell them directly to Master Qian.

Ye Lang yawned, "Brother Ding Mu, it's getting late, I'll take you back."

"What do you think of what that man is holding?" Ding Mu did not answer, but pointed to an exquisite wooden box held in the arms of a middle-aged man.

The wooden box is nearly two meters long and is engraved with dark blue cloud patterns. Judging from the expression on the middle-aged man's face, it seems to be a family heirloom.

Ye Lang shook his head, "You can't see anything through the box."

"Then wait a moment, I'm quite interested in the contents of that box," Ding Mu said.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the middle-aged man finally plucked up the courage to come to Master Qian and said respectfully: "Master Qian, I have a family heirloom here, would you like to take care of it?"

"Okay, come and let me take a look."

The middle-aged man opened the wooden box and found a long sword inside. The blade was about 1.6 meters long and the hilt was 20 centimeters long. Master Qian's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. He took a pair of gloves from the side and put them on.

He picked up the long sword and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but start shaking his head.

"What a pity, what a pity."

"Master Qian, what's the pity?" The middle-aged man was a little anxious. He was in trouble in his business and needed a lot of money for turnover. That's why he was willing to take out this family heirloom to see if he could sell it at a good price.

Master Qian said: "I don't mean to suppress, but I am telling the truth. The hilt of your long sword is in the style of the late Han Dynasty. Judging from the material and appearance, it should be cast in the late Han Dynasty. The hilt alone

, it is an extremely rare antique; but this sword body is different."

"The material of the sword body is obviously steel produced by modern industry, and the sword-making style does not match the hilt. The ratio of the sword body to the hilt is also wrong. The hilt is too short. It cannot be a long sword of the Han Dynasty, so I dare to conclude

, this sword body was made by craftsmen who are good at casting in recent decades, relying on the hilt of the sword. If you don't believe it, you can look at the connection between the hilt and the sword body. There are obvious gaps."

"Such a long sword is more ornamental than practical. The only value is the hilt. However, when the sword body is recast, it will inevitably cause damage to the hilt, thus greatly reducing the value of the hilt. Your hilt

If you want to take action on the long sword, I can offer you five million!"

"Five million?!" A look of ecstasy appeared on the middle-aged man's face. He thought it would be good if this long sword could be sold for hundreds of thousands, but he didn't expect that Master Qian opened his mouth and it was five million!

This has far exceeded his expectations!

"I'll sell it! Master Qian, I'm willing to sell you this long sword!"

Master Qian nodded slightly, "Go find my assistant, I can give you five million now."

"Thank you! Thank you Master Qian!" The middle-aged man expressed his gratitude.

"etc!"

Ding Mu suddenly stood up and said, "Sir, can you let me see your long sword?"

"What do you want to do?" The middle-aged man immediately hugged the sword in his arms. This is a huge sum of five million, how can you show it to others casually?

"If I read it correctly, the value of your long sword is far more than five million." Ding Mu said.

As soon as he said these words, Master Qian's face darkened, "Mr. Ding Mu, what do you mean by this? I have been in China for decades, and I have come across more antiques and antiques than you have ever heard of.

Even if it’s too much, I would ruin my reputation for such a long sword that costs millions?”

"As the saying goes, a horse can stumble. Master Qian has handled so many treasures. Isn't it possible that he is always wrong?" Ding Mu asked rhetorically.

"When I was young and just entered the industry, I lacked experience and sometimes made mistakes. But now, I am sure that I will definitely not be wrong!" Master Qian snorted coldly, "Do you still dare to doubt me?"

Ding Mu smiled and turned to look at the middle-aged man, "Sir, I am willing to pay 10 million to buy your long sword. How about it?"

"Ten...ten million?!" the middle-aged man took a breath, "You're not going to lie to me?"

"Master Wu, first transfer 10 million to this gentleman." Ding Mu said.

Wu Yishan hesitated, "Brother Ding Mu, do you really want to transfer? Ten million is not a small number."

Ye Lang also advised: "Yes, this Han Dynasty sword hilt is not worth the price, even if it is a well-preserved long sword, it is not worth it."

Ding Mu insisted: "No, ten million. I believe this long sword is worth this price. Master Wu, please transfer the money."

"This, okay."

Wu Yishan nodded, all the money belonged to Ding Mu, and he could do whatever he said.

The middle-aged man seemed to be in a dream, "Master Wu, you...this, is this not a joke?"

"Who are you kidding? Give me your card number."

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his bank card, and Wu Yishan immediately transferred 10 million to it. "This is the transfer receipt. Take a look at it. You can get it when the bank opens."

After the middle-aged man confirmed that the transfer voucher was correct, he handed the long sword to Ding Mu with a look of surprise on his face, "Mr. Ding Mu, this long sword is now yours."

Master Qian chuckled, "It's a pity, it's a pity that some people do business at a loss and don't even know it."

Ding Mu also said: "It's a pity that some people live a long life and have treasures in front of them, but they don't know it."

"Ding Mu, what do you mean?"

"If you don't have the ability, don't think that I can't see it either. This long sword..."

"If this long sword is really worth 10 million, I will wash my hands in a golden basin today and go home to retire!" Master Qian was angry. Since he became famous, no one has ever dared to humiliate him like this to his face. He can't swallow this tone no matter what.
Chapter completed!