On one hand, he was full of the temptation of money, on the other hand, it was his personal honor.
Gritting his teeth, Dong Youpeng finally made a decision. All the small hammers in the auction were slowly raised.
"30,million once." "30,million twice." "32,times". "30,million three times. Cheng..."
"Hold on." A voice interrupted Dong You Peng's final decision. Everyone looked towards him. This person had a complicated expression. This person was Jin Jianping, the last one to bid twenty five million swords. His eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Huang Yihua. There was also a hint of madness and determination in his deep hatred.
"I just want to see if he has that much money."
Everyone also looked at Huang Yihua. They also wanted to know if he really had that many gold swords.
