Chapter 246: No money, get out!

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Du Zhi smiled and explained: "In this stone ball, the congenital liquid is sealed, the quantity is not much, only nine drops!"

"Nine drops? Enough!"

Someone whispered.

Instead, some people showed their excitement.

Congenital liquid is too precious. If there are too many, not many people can afford it, but if there are only nine drops, you can try it.

Moreover, even if there are only nine drops, the effect is very amazing.

"Nine drops of congenital liquid, I'm going to fix it." Lu Ming looked at the stone ball, his eyes showing what he wanted.

His physical body, trapped in the second grade consummation for a long time, has not broken through, as long as he gets these nine drops of innate liquid, his physical body will certainly be able to advance by leaps and bounds and break through the third grade, easily.

In that case, his combat power will be greatly improved.

"Nine drops of congenital liquid, after being studied by the elders of the Emperor Tianwu fighting field, there will be no mistakes, well, now the auction starts, the base price of each drop of congenital liquid is 10,000 pieces of spirit crystals, nine drops, the base price is 90,000 Chun Ling Jing, each price increase must be no less than 5,000 Ling Jing."

Du Zhi announced.

Sisi...

Many people took a breath, showing frustration.

Although I had expected it, I was shocked to hear the price.

With 90,000 spiritual crystals, most people extinguished the fire in their hearts.

"One hundred thousand spirit crystals."

The price is high, but not everyone can't afford it, and immediately, someone bids, which came from a VIP room.

VIP Room No. 3, listening to the sound, seems very young.

"One hundred and ten thousand!"

Immediately afterwards, an old voice came from the VIP room on the 9th.

"One hundred twenty thousand!"

In the hall, a voice suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at it as a tall and strong man.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

In the VIP room No. 3, the young voice sounded, but it became a little cold.

"160,000!"

Immediately afterwards, VIP Room No. 9 followed the bid.

In the hall, the big man's eyes flickered, staring steadily at the stone ball on the high platform, his eyes full of unwillingness.

But in the end, he sighed and gave up bidding.

The 160,000 Spirit Crystals have exceeded all his possessions.

He can only give up.

"170,000!"

VIP room No. 3, continue to increase prices.

"180,000!"

No. 9 VIP room, no compromise.

At this time, Lu Ming did not bid, but there is no need to wait for it, the same.

The VIP room No. 3 and the VIP room No. 9 are competing with each other for bidding. Soon, the price of the congenital liquid solution reached a height of 250,000.

At this time, in the VIP room No. 3, the voice was extremely cold.

At this time, five young people were sitting in the VIP room No. 3.

It's just that the faces of the five young people are all very unsightly.

"Where did the old guy dare to compete with Brother Tyumen for the treasure, really looking for death!"

A slightly pale young man's murderous way.

"Yes, it seems that he doesn't know that we are disciples of Shifangjian School."

The other said coldly.

Among the five, sitting in the middle is a handsome young man in blue robe, his face was very cold at this time.

He frowned, looking at the VIP room on the 9th, and said, "This senior, I am Tyumen, a disciple of the Ten Fangjian School. These nine drops of innate liquid are of great use to me, and I hope the senior will give in."

The words were very polite, but the voice was cold, flooded with Ling Ling's killing opportunities, and a very powerful breath filled out from the VIP room No. 3.

This is clearly a threat.

"Disciples of Ten Fang Sword School!"

The people in the hall were shocked together, and there was a fearful look in their eyes.

"Those of the Fangjian School of Autumn?"

In the VIP room on the 9th, there was a voice of oldness. Inside, an old man was sitting, but at this time, there was a fearful look.

"Not bad!"

Tyumen returned coldly.

"Well, these nine drops of congenital liquid, let it be given to you young people!"

The old man in the VIP room on the ninth groaned halfway and finally sighed.

The ten-party sword faction, in the scorching empire, is definitely a giant, and not many people dare to offend.

The old man withdrew a smile on Tyumen's face.

"Two hundred fifty thousand, and two hundred fifty thousand are there any higher prices?"

Du Zhi looked around and asked.

"This is a congenital liquid, rare in the world, but it rarely appears in the scorching empire. Its effect on the flesh is extremely amazing. Missing today, I don’t know when I will encounter it. If you want it, hurry up and bid? Fifty thousand yuan, there is no higher price."

Du Zhi tempted hard.

Just now, Tyumen's performance made him very dissatisfied.

"This old guy!"

Tyumen gritted his teeth and stared at Du Zhi very uncomfortably. If his eyes could kill someone, Du Zhi had already been pierced into a sieve.

"Three hundred thousand!"

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded and spread throughout the audience, which also shocked everyone.

Someone bid, and after learning that he was a disciple of the Ten Fang Sword School, he dared to bid.

What is sacred in the end?

Everyone's eyes looked at VIP room No.7 at once.

That's right, Lu Ming just bid.

And the price increase was 50,000 at once, which directly pushed the price to 300,000.

"Three hundred thousand, okay, this friend bid three hundred thousand, and there is nothing higher than three hundred thousand."

Du Zhi was overjoyed and announced.

bump!

In the VIP room No.3, Tyumen slapped the table fiercely on the table. The table was torn apart and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Where did the boy with short eyes know that we are disciples of the Ten Fangjian faction, and dare to bid, can't find death?"

The pale-faced youth shouted and spread throughout the audience.

"I have 300,000 spirit crystals, can you still bid?"

Lu Ming pouted, said lightly.

"court death!"

Tyumen couldn't help but finally snorted and said, "Boy, I'll limit you to five breaths and take back the bid just made, otherwise, I'll be ugly if I want you to die."

"If you have money, if you have no money, you're still here, go!"

This is Lu Ming's response, strong and domineering.

At the auction, the audience was shocked.

This mysterious person, so powerful, in the face of the Ten Faction Sword School, let them go?

"you..."

Qiu Mingqi's complexion was blue, and a strong breath filled out, looming toward the VIP room No. 7.

"Boy, I will kill you now."

Tyumen roared.

"You can try it!"

Lu Ming responded strongly.

The cultivation behavior revealed by the other party is the eighth heavy martial arts master, extremely powerful, but Lu Ming is not afraid?

"dead!"