Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 246: No money, get out!

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

"Nine drops? Enough!"

Someone whispered.

Some people showed excitement instead.

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

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

"Nine drops of Congenital Liquid, I'm going to make it." Lu Ming looked at the stone ball, his eyes revealed his ambition.

His physical body has been trapped in the second rank for a long time and has not broken through. As long as he obtains these nine drops of innate essence, his physical body will surely be able to advance by leaps and bounds and break through the third rank with ease.

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

"Nine drops of the original liquid, after studying by the elders of the Emperor Tianwu battlefield, there will be no mistakes. Okay, now we will start the auction. The base price of each drop of the original liquid is 10,000 spiritual crystals. It is 90,000 spiritual crystals, and every increase in price must not be less than 5,000 spiritual crystals."

Du Zhi announced.

Sisi...

Many people sucked in cold air, revealing frustration.

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

Ninety thousand spiritual crystals, most people have extinguished the fire in their hearts.

"One hundred thousand spiritual crystals."

Although the price is high, not everyone can afford it. Soon, someone made an offer, which came from a VIP room.

VIP Room 3, listening to the voice, it seems very young.

"One hundred thousand!"

Immediately afterwards, a rather old voice came from VIP room No. 9.

"One hundred twenty thousand!"

In the lobby, a voice suddenly sounded, and everyone saw that it was a tall and strong man.

"150,000!"

In VIP room three, the young voice sounded, but it became a little cold.

"160,000!"

Immediately afterwards, VIP room No. 9 followed suit.

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

But in the end, he gave a long sigh and gave up the bid.

The sixteen thousand spiritual crystals have exceeded all his possessions.

He can only give up.

"170,000!"

VIP Room 3, continue to increase the price.

"180,000!"

No. 9 VIP room, no concession.

At this time, Lu Ming did not bid, and it is not necessary now. Wait for it to come out, the same.

VIP Room No. 3 and VIP Room No. 9 were bidding against each other. Soon, the price of Congenital Liquid rushed to the height of 250,000 yuan.

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

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

It's just the faces of five young people, all of them are not pretty.

"Where did the old guy dare to fight for the treasure with Brother Qiuming, it's really looking for death!"

A murderous voice of a pale youth.

"Yes, it seems that he doesn't know that we are disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect."

The other person said coldly.

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

He frowned, looked at VIP Room No. 9, and said: "This senior, I am Tyu Ming, a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect. These nine drops of innate essence are of great use to me, and I hope seniors will give in."

The words were very polite, but the voice was cold, filled with this stubborn murderous intent, and a powerful and incomparable breath came out from VIP room No. 3.

This is clearly a threat.

"A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect!"

The people in the hall were all startled, and there was a look of jealousy in their eyes.

"A member of the Qiu Family of the Shifang Sword Sect?"

In VIP room No. 9, there was the voice of an old man. Inside, an old man was sitting, but at this time, he was jealous.

"Not bad!"

Tyumen returned coldly.

"Finally, these nine drops of innate essence, let you young people!"

The old man in VIP Room Nine pondered for a while, and finally sighed.

Ten Fang Sword Sect, in the Scorching Sun Empire, it is definitely a Big Mac, and not many people dare to offend it.

The old man withdrew, making Tyumen smile.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand, two hundred and fifty thousand, is there a higher price?"

Du Zhi asked, raising his eyes.

"This is the original essence of the innate. It is rare in the world. In the Scorching Sun Empire, it rarely appears. Its effect on the flesh is extremely amazing. If you miss today, you don’t know when you will meet it. If you want, you can bid quickly. Two hundred and fifty thousand, is there any higher price."

Du Zhi vigorously seduced.

Just now, Tyumen's performance made him very dissatisfied, and he naturally yelled at this time.

"This old guy!"

Qiuming gritted his teeth and stared at Du Zhi very uncomfortably. If his eyes could kill someone, Du Zhi would have been pierced into a sieve.

"Three hundred thousand!"

At this moment, a clear voice sounded abruptly, spread throughout the audience, and shocked everyone's heart.

Someone has made a bid, and after knowing that it is a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect, they dare to bid.

Where is it sacred?

Everyone's eyes all of a sudden looked towards VIP room No.7.

Yes, it was Lu Ming who made the bid just now.

Furthermore, a sudden increase in the price was 50,000, which directly pushed the price to 300,000.

"Three hundred thousand, okay, this friend bid three hundred thousand, is there anything higher than three hundred thousand."

Du Zhi was overjoyed and announced.

Touch!

In VIP room No. 3, Tyu Ming slapped the table fiercely with a palm, patted the table to pieces, his face was extremely gloomy.

"Where did the little-eyed boy come from, knowing that we are disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, dare to make a bid, but can't die?"

The pale youth roared and spread throughout the audience.

"I'm out of 300,000 Lingjing, can you still make an offer?"

Lu Ming curled his lips and said faintly.

"Looking for death!"

Qiuming finally couldn't help it, snorted coldly, and said: "Boy, I'm limited to five breaths of you, and withdraw your bid. Otherwise, it will be ugly for me to die."

"If you have money to pay, if you don't have money, you're still here chirping, get out!"

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

At the auction, the audience was shocked.

This mysterious figure is so powerful, facing the Shifang Sword Sect, let them go?

"You..."

Qiuming's face was blue, a powerful breath, diffused out, and went toward VIP room No. 7.

"Boy, I will kill you now."

Tyumen roared.

"You can try it!"

Lu Ming responded strongly.

The cultivation base revealed by the other party is the eighth level of the Great Martial Master, extremely powerful, but what fear does Lu Ming have?

"Dead!"

Tyumen roars~IndoMTL.com~ Step out of the VIP room and head towards VIP Room 3.

"Presumptuous!"

Suddenly, Du Zhi yelled, and a terrifying aura burst out like a big mountain, pressing on Tyumen, making Tyumen tremble and unable to move.

Wu Zong, this is the breath of Wu Zong.

The audience was shocked. They didn't expect that Du Zhi, who looked very kind, was actually a strong man in the realm of Wuzong.

"Old guy, what are you doing? You can't die, I'm a child of the Shifang Sword School."

Tyumen roared.

"What **** Shifang Sword Sect, dare to make trouble in the Ditian Auction House, kill!"

Du Zhi yelled, a killer word, containing endless killing intent.

(End of this chapter) Ten Thousand Dao Dragon Emperor