Vol 9 Chapter 3960: Dead

Pen Fun Club www.readwn.com, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Taikoo Dragon Elephant!

Lin Feng never shot, still waiting quietly.

He wanted to see how amazing the price of this baby would end up.

There are so many forces to spy on this treasure.

After fierce competition, the price of this treasure reached six million.

"It is the Yuhua Youth of the Sword Daomen, this person is the eight elders of the Sword Daomen, and the shot is really generous."

"How many strong men can be trained with six million immortals?".

"But for six million immortal stones, to buy a top imperial soldier, this price is actually not ridiculously high!"

"It ca n’t be said that it is different from before. In the past, various materials were difficult to find, so it was difficult to forge the imperial soldiers, so the magic weapon of the imperial soldiers level is relatively scarce, but now those ancient self-styled in stone Strong men were born one after another. Those people were all atmospheric transporters at that time. There were many magic weapons on their bodies. Not to mention the imperial soldiers, some strong men could even take out the immortal weapons. Many imperial soldiers came out from the hands of those strong men. The value of soldiers is already far less than before! "

"Yeah, if you put it in the past, I wouldn't be surprised if this baby took the price of 20-30 million immortals. Now the imperial soldiers are no longer scarce magic weapons, so they can take the price of 6 million immortals. It ’s already amazing! "

Many monks at the auction house talked about it.

These monks think that the price of six million has reached the top.

When Zhuge Xinyu was about to finalize the price, suddenly, a voice came from a box.

"Seven million immortals!"

...

It was Lin Feng who shouted the price.

Although imperial soldiers are not rare weapons now, such imperial soldiers with integrated functions and defenses are still relatively rare.

Lin Feng valued the defense of this imperial soldier.

At some point, it may be extremely critical.

Therefore, Lin Feng participated in the competition.

"Dare you dare to compete with this seat?", Said the dark blue face of the elder Yu culture of Shendaomen eight.

Lin Feng said lightly, "At the auction house, it is natural to speak based on your ability. If you have the strength, continue to bid, if you are a poor ghost, then shut up!"

Many people twitched slightly after hearing Lin Feng's words.

Who is this guy? Dare to humiliate the Eight Elders of the Daomenmen Yu Culture Youth.

It's really bold.

But the words are not rough.

The auction house above is indeed the one with the highest price. No matter how depressed it is in the hearts of the eight elders of the Daomenmen Yu Culture, they dare not dare to take the auction.

"Boy, I want to see who the poor guys are!"

Shen Daomen eight elder Yu culture said viciously.

It is no longer just a competition for this baby.

It also involves face problems.

People live a face.

The Buddha fights for incense sticks.

The stronger the monk, the more he attaches importance to his face.

"Eight million!" Yu Wenqing sullenly quoted a price.

"Nine million!"

Lin Feng continued to offer.

"Ten million!" Yu Wenqing continued to follow.

Everyone has a stunned expression, and these two are really rich.

The price increase is one million cents and one million cents. It's really exciting.

Now the two have turned from a magic weapon to a grudge.

The happiest thing on the spot was Zhuge Xinyu, if the auction price was higher.

Her rewards were even more generous, and she saw Lin Feng and Yu Culture fighting for wealth.

She was about to bloom in her heart.

"11 million!"

Lin Feng quote.

"Twelve million!"

Yu Wenqing continued to follow.

"Thirteen million!"

Lin Feng continued to offer.

"15 million!" Yu Wenqing has increased by 2 million, and it seems to want to retreat Lin Feng.

"Twenty million!" Lin Feng said lightly.

The blue look of Yu Culture is extremely gloomy, and the whole person is trembling with anger.

And the monks around Yu Wenqing persuaded Yu Wenqing not to follow.

rub!

Shout high!

Won't you smash yourself?

Lin Feng rolled his eyes.

He continued to sarcastically, "Poor ghosts are poor ghosts, only 20 million immortals, can't they afford to follow?".

"Every 20 million fairy stones?".

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Then everyone laughed bitterly.

Twenty million immortals, really an astronomical figure.

In the eyes of this mysterious man it turned out to be a small sum?

Is this guy rich with only Xian Shi?

"Twenty-five million!"

Yu Wenqing, who was stimulated by Lin Feng, ignored the persuasion of others and raised the price by another five million yuan.

Lin Feng stopped talking.

Yu Wenqing was proud, and said sarcastically, "Boy, why? I can't afford a higher price? Do you know who the poor ghost is now?".

"Cough cough, you cow! You are rich! I serve you! I am a poor ghost, okay? Congratulations on the successful auction of the first auction item!"

Lin Feng said lightly.

At this time, Yu Wenqing had recovered, and he actually spent 25 million immortals to photograph this thing that was originally worth only 6 million immortals.

Yu Wenqing came back to God at this time. When he just shouted 20 million yuan, Lin Feng's achievements were no longer wanted.

So I continue to stimulate myself.

At the time, he was mad at the head, did not think so much, and finally became the pick-up man for the struggle of the spirit.

Lin Feng said that he is a poor man, but everyone knows that he is not a poor man, he is very rich.

"Boy! How dare you pit this seat?". Yu Culture roared violently.

Lin Feng said, "When did I pit you? I competed but you quit, and, I admit that you are rich, you are so powerful, you have the money to buy a magic weapon at the price of four magic weapons, I admire you below! "

After hearing Lin Feng's cynicism, Yu Wenqing directly attacked with anger and wowed out a spit of blood.

"I'm going to ... Yu Wenqing was miserable by the kid!"

"Yeah, Yu Wenqing is really pitted to death, this time it hits his hands!"

The monks around were all talking, and many people were speculating about Lin Feng's identity.

Everyone is very curious, who is Lin Feng, and dare to pit the cultural youth?

Obviously Lin Feng is not afraid of Yu Cultural Youth, if he is afraid of Yu Cultural Youth, he dare not pit Yu Cultural Youth anymore.

"Twenty-five million for the first time!"

"Twenty-five million for the second time!"

"Twenty-five million for the third time!"

"Deal!"

"Congratulations to the eight elders of the Daomenmen Yuyu Cultural Youth for taking the treasure of Taixuan Shenshi Xianqiu at a price of 25 million ...".

Zhuge Xinyu said with some excitement that even if she presided over the auction for many years, it was extremely rare to be able to make such a high-priced auction.

After hearing Zhuge Xinyu's words, Yu Wenqing was irritated again, and wowed again, spit out blood.