"This gentleman has bid two hundred thousand. Any higher bids?"
Hearing the auctioneer's words, Di yihong was in no hurry and continued raising the bid by ten thousand at a time.
And every time Di yihong raised his bid, Zheng Ming added another forty thousand.
Before long, an ordinary spaceship that no one had wanted had actually been bid up to the astronomical price of six hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.
And the price was still climbing.
"Six hundred and ten thousand."
"Six hundred and fifty thousand."
"Six hundred and sixty thousand."
"Seven hundred thousand."
The moment Zheng Ming called out that price, a sect disciple beside him came over.
"Young Master, when we came out, we only brought one million, and that is nearly all the sect's wealth. If we spend it all here, then the Sect Master..."
Before the disciple could finish, Zheng Ming kicked him flying.
"Even if we spend it all, we can't let someone else snatch it away! If the things I want can be casually taken by others, what face would I have left?"
The beaten disciple climbed up from the ground, glanced at Zheng Ming, then lowered his head and dared not say another word.
Soon, the price reached nine hundred thousand.
Di yihong bid nine hundred and ten thousand again.
Without even thinking, Zheng Ming immediately followed with nine hundred and fifty thousand.
This time, Di yihong stopped.
"First, are we continuing?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Di yihong. Gold Soul Coins were the one thing they lacked least, and this amount meant nothing to them. It was just that Zheng Ming's behavior was extremely irritating.
"No need. I think that should be enough."
"But that spaceship is exactly what we need. We..."
"Don't worry. The Flying Sword Sect has no reason to