Chapter 10: Accord Auction House

{} Text] Chapter 1o Accord Auction House

Chapter 1o

"boom!"

The two fists slammed together in the eyes, making a crisp sound.

"Pedal ..."

Feng Hao took three steps back, but Yang Kui, a fourth-level warrior, took five or six big steps in a row and stood there with a flushed face.

Already eighteen years old, he was defeated by a mediocrity!

"damn it!"

Yang Kui couldn't feel the sharp pain in his fist. At this moment, he was more shy.

If you lose yourself to this mediocrity, then you don't have to look up to be a human.

"Go to death!"

At this time, his rather handsome face had become a bit distorted, and he was full of energy, and flung towards Feng Hao.

"stop!"

A cold drink came over, Yang Kui's body directly raised a head for a gust of wind, and fell to the ground, and his expensive clothes were also covered with dust and mud.

It turned out that Fengchen was coming.

The four guards of the Yang family guarded Yang Kui behind him and looked nervously at this magnificent magnolia.

"father!"

Seeing Feng Chen, Feng Hao felt relieved.

"go!"

Fengchen didn't say anything, glanced at Yang Kui coldly, and led Fenghao out.

"Feng Hao!"

Upon hearing the call, Feng Hao turned his head.

"After half a month, the new blood of the four races will be tested. I will let you kneel!"

Standing behind the four guards, Yang Kui stared at Feng Hao fiercely, and the words in his mouth were full of suffocation.

"Is it?"

Feng Hao raised his mouth slightly, ignored him, and turned to leave.

Obviously, Yang Kui, the fourth-level martial artist, is no longer in the eye of Feng Hao, because in the control of power, Feng Hao is definitely several times his.

When there is not much difference, there is no energy in the air.

And, half a month, at that time, Feng Hao was absolutely confident to break through to the fourth-level martial arts!

Back in the yard, Feng Hao didn't study the Tiger Movement, but went directly into his room.

The door was closed and he went to the bed, and he took out the medicine he had purchased.

"Master!"

He whispered towards the ring.

"Why?"

The sound of burning old came out of the ring, and seemed to be a little impatient.

"I bought the elixir. How do I use it?"

Feng Hao asked weakly.

"Oh, just eat it."

"Eat? But ..."

"The Pharmacopoeia will absorb it by itself!"

Burning naturally knew what he wanted to ask.

"Oh."

At a sound, Feng Hao picked up a Qingling grass, hesitated a little, and closed his eyes, and stuffed the whole bead elixir into his mouth.

A cool stream entered the body along the throat. Feng Hao saw the divine pesticide code existing in the body, slowly opened, and spread a fascination, attracting this medicinal property in the past, and then, An almost invisible smoke-like air flow hovered above the pharmacopoeia.

"Is that so?"

Feng Hao twitched his mouth, without hesitation, chewed the remaining two Qingling grasses and two sections of fire cloud vine and swallowed them.

Then on top of the Pharmacopoeia, there were several airflows.

"Is this useful?"

Feng Hao couldn't help but doubt, turning his eyes to the ring on his hand.

"You will know if you try!"

Fen Lao drank him with anger.

"Oh!"

Feng Hao is not stupid, just jump out of bed and open the door to the hospital.

"Huh ... huh ..."

He skillfully began to practice tiger movement, only for a while, a little face was sweating like rain.

"Twenty-nine, thirty ..."

Thirty times after doing the hard work, there was a burst of exhaustion all over him, allowing him to crawl directly on the ground.

"Try it!"

As soon as the thoughts move, the air flow that surrounds the Divine Pesticide Code starts to move. As the air flow slowly dissipates, Feng Hao feels a cool flow around his body. When he does, he is full of strength.

"Really useful!"

He felt a joy in his heart, supported his hands, and started practicing again.

However, it didn't take long to be happy, Feng Hao is now, the airflow in the Pharmacopoeia is gone, and the Pharmacopoeia is closed.

"No, right? Only twice!"

Lying on the ground, Feng Hao was crying with a small face. She really wanted to cry without tears. After saving for more than ten years, she recovered her strength twice and lost her strength.

Money! For the first time in his life, he was worried about money.

If he has money and has enough elixir, he can practice endlessly. I can imagine what kind of degree that would be.

"Where can I get the money?"

Feng Hao scratched his head hard, and he was completely blank about how to make money.

"Master!"

There is no alternative but to ask for help.

"what happened again?"

Apparently, he didn't bother again, and the sound of burning old was very bad.

"Uh ... no money for medicine."

Feng Hao said weakly.

"No money?"

Fen Lao apparently froze, "Why are you looking for me without money?"

"Uh..."

A little silence.

"Also, it is impossible for you, such as a small family, to raise your medicine jar."

Fen Lao also thought of Feng Hao's current situation.

"Take it, change it yourself!"

Three scrolls fell out of the ring.

"Oh."

Feng Hao picked it up.

The first scroll, Xuan level low-level martial arts, Xiasha palm, the second, Xuan level low-level martial arts, shaking the fist, the third, yellow level high-level secrets, Yun Dongjue.

Seeing this, Feng Hao had only one thought.

Here comes the money!

Throw this thing out, are n’t the four big families mad?

It was only a little recovery, he was crazy and ran out of Fengfu, and walked towards the ‘Accor Auction’ store in the middle of the city.

On the way, after passing the cloth workshop, he pulled a black cloth, made a simple canopy and wrapped his body tightly. After doing all this, he stepped into the Accord auction house in a hurry.

Feng Hao had been with Feng Chen and knew the rules here, so as soon as he entered, he walked towards the service desk.

"Can I help you?"

The beautiful waiter asked with a sweet voice.

Although Feng Hao was weird at this time, the waiter with good service attitude still didn't ignore him because of this.

"I want to auction something!"

Feng Hao deliberately made his voice extremely hoarse, speaking slowly.

"What are you auctioning?"

The waiter was still asking.

"This one!"

As soon as the palm was pushed, Feng Hao handed the scroll of scrolls to the counter.

"Oh my god, mysterious martial arts!"

The waiter screamed as soon as he saw the words on the scroll, then quickly covered his mouth.