Divine Hint: Reporting An Escaped Convict From The Start

Dharma artifacts were divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and the strongest top-grade.

Every Dharma artifact was very extraordinary. They had special abilities. Some could protect oneself, some could extend one's lifespan, some could be immune to all diseases, and some could ward off evil. Some Dharma artifacts could directly increase a cultivator's combat strength.

Li Hao did not expect the pen on the stage to be a supreme-grade Dharma artifact called the Judge's Brush.

It was just a sealed artifact.

This was a system prompt. There was definitely no mistake.

Li Hao's heart skipped a beat and he could not help but feel excited.

Moreover, it was only five hundred thousand.

This was completely the price of an ordinary antique.

Clearly, even the auction house did not know that this was a dharma artifact. If they did, it would not be surprising if the starting price of this thing was hundreds of millions. Dharma artifacts were real treasures that could not be measured by ordinary money.

As Luo Li finished speaking, a tycoon raised his sign.

"Five hundred and ten thousand."

This tycoon directly quoted a price.

But just as he put down his sign, someone else raised it.

"Five hundred and twenty thousand."

The tycoon was very calm. He raised his sign calmly and shouted, "Five hundred and thirty thousand."

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

"Six hundred thousand."

"…"

There were too many rich people present. A few hundred thousand yuan was a piece of cake for them. Immediately, many people bid for this antique brush.

A few minutes later, the price of the pen had risen to a million.

One by one, people gave up.

It was just an antique brush, and the era was not known. A million yuan was already a high price.

Of course, some people did not care about the money at all. They just liked it and were still bidding.

"1.2 million."

Luo Li smiled when she saw this. This was the effect she wanted.

The higher the price, the more money the auction house would earn, and the more she would be paid. Every time an item was auctioned, she would get a commission.

"Any other bids?"

"1.2 million going once!"

"1.2 million twice."

"1.2 million…"

Just as Luo Li was about to strike for the third time, someone else raised a sign.

"1.3 million."

For a moment, everyone's gaze landed on a man in a Daoist robe, and a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

The person who spoke was none other than Master Sanyang.

Moreover, Sanyang increased the bid by 100,000 yuan.

This was naturally done by Li Hao.

Li Hao had to get this pen.

Now, it was almost time, so Li Hao directly sent a soul message to the Master Sanyang and asked him to bid.

When Master Sanyang made his bid, the expressions of several people who had been bidding just now changed. Clearly, they recognized Master Sanyang.

This was a cultivator, an expert with the Foundation Establishment.

It would not be a wise choice to fight for this antique and offend him.

Hence, many people immediately gave up.

However, the middle-aged man who had just bid 1.2 million frowned when he saw this scene. He did not know Master Sanyang.

His wife's family was scholarly. His father-in-law liked things like the Four Treasures of the Study very much. Moreover, it was his father-in-law's birthday in a few days. If he could get this antique pen and give it to his father-in-law, his father-in-law would definitely like it very much.

When his father-in-law was happy, he would throw some shares of the company or give him a building or two. Wouldn't that be awesome?

Therefore, this middle-aged man wanted to buy this brush. Moreover, one or two million yuan was nothing. He did not lack this money.

Therefore, the middle-aged man raised the sign in his hand again.

"1.4 million."

Another hundred thousand.

When Luo Li heard the middle-aged man's bid again, she was stunned.

This guy was so brave.

Did he not know the other party's identity?

Luo Li basically knew the identities of these people sitting below the stage. Naturally, she knew that this man in the Daoist robe was a cultivator and the only cultivator present.

Foundation Establishment experts were real big shots. There were only a handful of them in the entire country. Such people could not be offended unless it was necessary.

"1.4 million going once," said Luo Li.

At this moment, Master Sanyang also looked at the middle-aged man opposite him. The middle-aged man happened to look at him.

"Master! I'm Yang Taiping from the Song family in Shuxi. My father-in-law likes this pen very much. My father-in-law is Song Qiansheng of the Qiansheng Group. Can you give this pen to me? Thank you very much…"

The middle-aged man said to Master Sanyang and directly said his name and his father-in-law's name, hoping that the other party would give him this pen on account of the Thousand Prosperity Group.

"Song Qiansheng of the Qiansheng Group? I'm sorry, I've never heard of him. Even if I give it to you, are you sure you can hold it?" However, when Master Sanyang heard Yang Taiping's words, his expression froze and he said to him in a low voice, a powerful aura spread out involuntarily.

At this moment, the expressions of everyone present suddenly changed. These people were basically martial artists, but they felt a oppressive aura descend on them, making them feel like they could not breathe.

"Do you know who he is? How dare he speak to him like that?"

"Isn't that courting death?"

"How dare you snatch something from a cultivator? Isn't this the flashlight in the toilet?"

"Even Master Sanyang doesn't know?"

"Where did you get the courage??"

"…"

Voices sounded beside Yang Tianping.

Yang Taiping's expression suddenly changed at this moment.

'A cultivator?'

The other party was actually a cultivator.

Damn, he had just asked the other party to let him have it.

Wasn't that courting death?

Yang's expression turned ugly, and his words clearly angered the other party. A powerful pressure descended on him. He felt as if his entire body was about to explode, and his face flushed.

His life was in the other party's hands.

It was simply terrifying.

"No, no, no, I don't want it anymore. Since you like this antique brush, I'll give it to you. I'll pay for it!"

Yang Tianping was also a person who had experienced the world and was very smart. He immediately spoke again and made a decision. He would pay for the brush and give it to the other party. Not only would he not offend the other party, but he could also buy a favor and befriend him.

Master Sanyang was stunned by Yang Taiping's words.

This guy was smart.

However, since the other party was going to pay, why not?