Chapter: 4269

"Hiss... This ancient magic stone actually called out 250,000 low-grade magic crystals? Is the Yang family crazy, or is Yang Yingwei crazy?"

The demons present gasped, and looked at Yang Yingwei in disbelief. Two hundred and fifty thousand low-grade magic crystals, this is a huge fortune no matter who it is for. Existence, net worth is nothing more than that.

Think about Nalan Shanhai, the leader of the Shanhai League, if he wanted to collect 100,000 low-grade magic crystals, he had to find the demon squad under his command to gather together, although a large part of the reason was that Nalan Shanhai didn't want to spend all the magic crystals alone. But it also has something to do with Nalan Shanhai's wealth.

He can take out 100,000 low-grade magic crystals. After all, he has lived for so many years and has some savings, but counting the magic crystals he used on a daily basis, after taking out 100,000 low-grade magic crystals, Nalan Shanhai will definitely be struggling for a long time !

"My family's valuation of this ancient magic stone is at most 150,000 yuan. If it exceeds it, it will easily lose money. Is the Yang family so optimistic about it?"

Ping Tian and Kong Yan looked at each other, and looked at Yang Yingwei curiously. When they noticed the trace of anger in Yang Yingwei's eyes, they immediately understood.

"Yang Yingwei, are you sure you can produce 250,000 low-grade magic crystals? You won't get spanked when you go back, right?"

Dawn said with a half-smile.

"You!" Yang Yingwei was furious, but he immediately suppressed his anger and sneered, "Bid, don't talk nonsense if you can't afford it!"

Everyone looked at Ning Qi with strange expressions.

Because what Yang Yingwei is saying now is what Ning Qi said to Yang Yingwei before!

"This ancient magic stone is not worth 250,000 low-grade magic crystals. I will give you the chance to be a fool."

Dawn gloated and smiled.

The host on the high platform also confirmed for the second time whether there was

People bid higher than Yang Yingwei.

Yang Yingwei had a mocking look on his face, and was about to say a few words to regain the face he had just lost, when a familiar voice sounded again.

"I will produce a... low-grade magic weapon."

silence.

After a few breaths, the demons in the hall looked at Ning Qi with horror, even the host on the high platform was no exception.

Did they hear correctly?

What he just said was... a low-grade magic weapon?

VIP room.

The three magic chain masters looked at each other in shock. This guy actually has a low-grade magic weapon? They were a little stunned. No wonder Nouriel valued him so much. They knew that he had an extraordinary background. The eyes of the three of them looked at Ning Qi, and there was a slight change!

Of the Tianjiao Demon Clan who can possess magic weapons, who didn't come out of those big tribes?

However, this idea had just appeared, and was suppressed by the three of them. There was indeed no clan like Beixuan among the top tribes.

"He has such a chance."

The three immediately realized that Ning Qi's magic weapon should have been obtained by chance!

"This kid..."

With a serious expression on his face, Nouriel got up and left the VIP room.

"what did you just say?"