Sky-high price

"Eight million, Clan Chief Xiao is really rich, nine million!"

Zhang Zihao couldn't make it.

But the two long spears were snatched by Master Hongchen, this time, Xiao Zhantian would naturally not give up.

"Ten million!"

Ten million high-grade spirit stones, such a price, is far beyond the price of a low-grade implement, but at this moment, whoever admits defeat is who bows his head.

Zhang Zihao was called the Midnight Swordsman, and he was the dean of Fengxian Academy. Nowhere would he bow his head at this moment.

And Xiao Zhantian himself is the head of the Xiao family, it is even more impossible to put down his face, not to mention that he has already put down his face just now.

Give up again, where will the Xiao family's face turn.

"Eleven million!"

Zhang Zihao said again.

"Twelve million!"

"Father, forget it..." Xiao Qingyu said embarrassingly: "Actually, I have Xiaoqing, and no one can hurt me. I don't need this Scarlet Dragon Sword."