Fat Dragon glanced at Yang Jingjian and said, "You really are a fool, you definitely profited from this 15 million. Think about it, how much material does a piece of Spiritual Armor need? Is it heavy like thirty Little White Swords?"
"You seem to have a point, I think I did profit, I'm not a fool." Yang Jingjian nodded, his eyes glowing with a certain excitement.
He Weiqiang called out twice more but finding no one else bidding, he immediately declared that the Spiritual Armor belonged to Yang Jingjian.
In reality, no one could accurately calculate the price of the armor when it first appeared.
So when Yang Jingjian suddenly called out 15 million, everyone was stunned and didn't dare to bid any higher, thinking his price was too high.
But now that they heard what Fat Dragon had to say, it did make sense to them.
"Damn, that fool Yang took advantage of us, Master Batian's Spiritual Armor is worth more than this." Everyone was nodding in agreement.
