"nature!"

The young man sighed with a frown: "Okay, then it belongs to me."

When the hammer representing the transaction was knocked down, the young man took out a stack of silver notes from his arms and gave them to him, and solemnly put a tael of silver litter on the stack of silver.

Everyone looked at him like a joke, watching him steal chickens and lose rice, and spent 800,000 taels of silver to buy a grass worth 50,000...

The young man held the crystal box in the palm of his palm and sighed, then took a look and sighed.

Rong Chu felt very happy when he saw his toothache expression and deliberately said, "This guy, since he has already obtained the love of this tree, why do you still sigh?"

The young man looked up at Rong Chu on the second floor, as if he was not giving up: "Fourth Prince, do you really want this grass?"

Rong Chu was so refreshed: "No!"

"I don't want it today anyway?"

"Yes, I won't want it anyway today." Rong Chu replied simply.

"Then--Okay." The young man finally gave up, slowly opened the box, looked carefully, and suddenly smiled: "A top-quality magical running grass that is three thousand years old was not expected to buy it for 800,000 taels of silver, and it was profitable!"

After a word came out, the whole seat was shocked!

The teacup in Rong Chu's hand fell to the ground: "What?!"

It is rare to find a magical grass. A decade-old grass is worth about 50,000 taels, and this is also the type that is often auctioned on the market.

As for what has grown for three thousand years, it is a legendary existence! It can be said that it is priceless. Not to mention 800,000, even 8 million may not be able to buy it!

The whole hall was in full bloom!

Rong Chu was stunned for a moment and suddenly sneered: "Lie! I don't believe it! There is no top-quality magical running script in this world that is three thousand years old?! This is clearly born in ten years!"

The young man said with a leisurely voice: "Xiaoke didn't ask your highness to believe it." He slowly wanted to put the box containing herbs into his sleeve...

"Little brother, wait! Can I let this saint look at it?" The saint of Tianwen Sect fell from the second floor and was standing in front of the young master.

The famous saint of Tianwen Sect is Wuxiachen, and almost no one takes it. Even the Fourth Prince Rong Chu respects her three points and is a little cursed. As for most people, it is a great honor to be able to talk to her for a few words.

The saint, Piaopiao in white clothes, stood there with a pretty face and smiled. Although it was a negotiation tone, it was unwilling tolerant of rejection, and she did not think that the boy would refuse.

The young man did not refuse, and he directly offered: "Yes, 100,000 taels!"

The saint in white was a little confused: "What?"

"Have you a look at it for 100,000 taels." The young master said it more clearly.

Saint in white: "…"

"Doesn't you recognize me? I am the saint of Tianwen Sect Gu Xixi..." The saint in white simply signed up.

"Twenty-hundred thousand taels..." The young man did not get in, but began to increase the price.

The pretty face of the saint in white blushed: "You..."

"Three hundred thousand taels."

"You...how could you ask for a price so much?!"
Chapter completed!