C211 (1/2)

”Do you still want more?”

Qin Lang asked Zhuge Susu who was beside him. Just now, he was prepared to help her bid and give up on the auction of the Dead Spirit Heart. He wanted to repay the debt of saving her life.

”No, I don't want it. I just found a strange spiritual energy in that thing just now, and I felt that I could definitely refine something good out of it. That's why I called out the price on the spur of the moment …”

Zhuge Susu stuck out her tongue and blushed.

”Then I'll take it.” Qin Lang raised the sign in his hand. He didn't know if fourteen million was the limit of the White Sword, or if it was better to slowly raise the price.

”14.3 million!”

As soon as this bid was called out, the entire audience sighed. Many people were guessing who this young man was to be able to compete with the Second Leader of the White Spirit Sect.

”I give up.”

Just when everyone thought that the Second Leader of the White Spirit Sect would fly into a rage and find trouble with the young man, the white sword said something that no one expected.

Qin Lang didn't expect that Vice Sect Leader Bai would directly give up after he increased the bid once. Qin Lang watched as Vice Sect Leader Bai gradually returned to his seat and quietly waited for the result.

”Fourteen million and three hundred thousand. Are there any more bids?” One thousand four hundred … Three times, deal! ”

Following the words of Wan Zhengkong, the heart of the dead fell into Qin Lang's hands.