When Wen Shixuan placed a bid of 250 million.
The entire hall immediately fell into a brief silence.
After all, 250 million was an extremely high price.
"Is there anyone else bidding?"
Murong Xiangming asked calmly.
At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Three hundred million!"
Wen Shixuan had thought the Demon-Defying Armor would be his this time.
Upon hearing that voice, his expression instantly turned cold.
He turned his head to look.
He saw that the person who had just bid was, to his surprise, Jiang Chen.
In that moment, Wen Shixuan felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a dead fly.
'This bastard actually dares to compete with me for a treasure.'
'Could my third brother have put him up to this?'
Three hundred million was already a very high price.
Most people could no longer afford to bid and could only watch from the sidelines.
Then, Wen Shixuan snorted coldly.
He bid again, "Three hundred twenty million."
