The Hua Buxiu... Beitang Nuannuan glanced at him with extreme disgust.
"One hundred and fifty thousand," Qin Yu said.
"Two hundred thousand," Hua Buxiu smiled.
"Two hundred and eleven thousand," Qin Yu's tone turned colder.
As if angered, Hua Buxiu's eyes flashed, and he deliberately raised the bid.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand."
When Hua Buxiu said this, the whole place was in an uproar; many cultivators were dumbfounded. Beitang Nuannuan couldn't help but mutter a sentence.
"Madness."
The White-headed Grandma heard this and glanced at her granddaughter.
"Let's see if it gets crazier."
What? Beitang Nuannuan was surprised and instinctively looked below.
Who would be crazier?
Mo Bai?
The entire room was silent, the auctioneer waited for a while, looking hopefully at Qin Yu.
No response after a long while.
The auctioneer's expression became subtle.
Below the stage, Hua Buxiu's expression also slightly changed.
The crowd started whispering.
