Peerless Martial God Chapter 162: Ba Dao

At this time, the auction on the auction floor continues, and the curtain after the auction stage is lifted. Two figures come out from behind the curtain. One of them is the old Correct, and the other is locked by the chains. At the same time, a huge overlord was imprinted on his face.

This domineering character matches his scattered long hair, which makes him whole-hearted and cold.

"Slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator."

Lin Feng eyesight is slightly condensed. At this auction, even the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator was auctioned.

Humans can be auctioned as beasts.

At this time, crowd watched the slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator and kept whispering, especially those who often went to the arena.

"Ba Dao, it's Ba Dao."

The Ba Dao has finally been put up for auction. Many of them have been waiting for a long time.

The old man eyesight swept crowd, seeing the excitement in crowd's eyes, a smile also appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ba Dao, Ling Qi Layer Sixth Layer cultivation, the record on the battlefield, eighty-one wins."

The old man's indifferent voice made crowd's heart suddenly tremble. Eighty-one wins, so horrible. There were no defeats in eighty-one battles. It killed eighty-one Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator of the same level. It was too scary.

Lin Feng also has a trembling heart. The simple word eighty-one wins, but his back means that eighty-one Ling Qi Layer Sixth Layer Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator died in the hands of Ba Dao, and eighty-one Lingwu Sixth Layer strong, This is definitely a horrible figure. With the blood of eighty-one strong men at the same level, it has now become Ba Dao.

"I wo n’t say much about his value, everyone just needs to understand, Ba Dao, stepping into the Xuan Qi Layer world is sooner or later. At that time, he can have a slave comparable to Eight High-Officials compared with Eight High-Officials. Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, everyone can imagine it. "The old man smiled indifferently, and then said:" Ba Dao, the auction reserve price, two hundred Chinese high-quality stones, now, the auction starts. "

The old man's voice fell down, and suddenly, crowd's eyes became hot, staring tightly at Ba Dao, yes, in the future, this is a Eight High-Officials-like character, if he is his slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, he should How powerful.

It seems that the hotness of the eyes of crowd was noticed. Ba Dao's head was slowly raised. Suddenly, a sharp sword mood bloomed out. It was extremely sharp and overbearing, stinging the eyes of crowd. This eyesight alone seems to be a ray of sword and can hurt people.

Ba Dao's eyes swept over crowd, fell on Lin Feng, touched the eyes of this overbearing sharp blade, Lin Feng body trembled, and eyesight, one of the sharp edges was also saved. Sharp, extremely sharp, as if to pierce everything.

This is the mood of the sword.

Ba Dao's eyesight stopped on the Lin Feng. The two's eyesight met in the air, the knife path collided with sword intent, and an invisible sharp air filled the space.

But eyesight of Ba Dao soon moved away, letting Lin Feng loose heart, but the heart trembled secretly.

"Good Ba Dao sword meaning, this slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, realize that the sword is mastered, and it is very deep."

Lin Feng said secretly, no wonder that the opponent can achieve eighty-one wins and no defeat. His understanding of the situation is much better than that of Mu Fan. In addition, this situation is a sword situation. At the same level, almost There will be no rivals.

Unlike someone like him, who not only understands the situation, but also reaches a nuance, can he suppress the opponent's hegemony.

The youth eyesight behind Lin Feng is hot, Ling Qi Layer Sixth Layer's slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, and has killed eighty-one strong men of the same level. The attraction is too great. If it can be obtained, maybe he will really own a Xuan Qi Layer slave in the future. At that time, how powerful should be.

"Three hundred yuan stone." At this time, someone bid and raised one hundred yuan stone.

"Five Hundred Chinese Pin Yuan Stones." Another voice sounded without any hesitation, and the price was quite low.

A slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator of Ling Qi Layer Sixth Layer cultivation may not be of high value, but a slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator who killed eighty-one strong men of the same level is worth more than ten times, and a future Xuan Qi Layer slave is even more impossible. Estimate its value.

"A thousand medium-grade stones."

Another indifferent voice sounded, which made Lin Feng's heart twitch. These people are really rich. His storage stone ring is only tens of thousands of high-quality stones. Lin Feng thought it was a lot. But at this time he found that he was poor and poor.

This has just been quoted. Maybe the value of this slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator may make him lose his home.

"Five thousand Chinese middle-grade stones."

The idea of ​​Lin Feng just came out, and a voice rang out, making him eyesight congeal.

Five thousand Chinese high-quality stones, this number is so scary, you can practice it at will in the training tower.

Moreover, the voice came from behind Lin Feng. The bidder was the young man named Mongolian.

crowd heard this voice is also a stun, many people smiled bitterly at the corners, five thousand Zhongpin Yuanshi, not that they can afford, and the price is high enough.

When the old man saw crowd was silent, he smiled and said: "Meng Shao has a good eye and bids 5,000 Zhongpin Yuanshi. This is the slave of Xuan Qi Layer in the future. I wonder if anyone else will bid."

The voice of the old man is a little tempting, but crowd is still silent, the future Xuan Qi Layer, but now it is not, after all, five thousand Zhongpin Yuanshi, the price is too scary.

"Five thousand yuan and one yuan stone."

At this time, a quiet voice sounded, making crowd's eyes tremble, eyesight looked towards the VIP area. The person who spoke, Correct, the person who just smashed the stone table with a punch, Lin Feng.

The pupils of the youth narrowed slightly, staring at the figure of Lin Feng, the cold light flashed in the eyes.

"Five thousand and one hundred high-quality stones."

"Five thousand and one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was still so calm.

crowd all showed the look of watching a movie. It seems that Lin Feng was intentional, and only one piece of middle-grade yuan stone was added each time.

"Five thousand and five hundred yuan stone." The youth looked colder and colder, said slowly.

"5,501." Lin Feng's voice was soft and light, and eyesight remained calm.

The youth's face became a little dazed, and at this moment, the man in the gray robe beside him called out to him.

"Master, auction is just one of them."

As soon as the youth eyesight stagnates, a cold smile is revealed. Yes, if you want to get this slave Wu Xiu Martial Cultivator, you don't have to auction it.

eyesight of crowd is trembling. This is undoubtedly intimidating Lin Feng.

The youth did not bid again. After a while, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said, "Congratulations, now you can take Ba Dao away."

"Place it in the background first. You are now auctioning my Red Flame Lion, and Yuan Shi will deduct it from the inside."

Lin Feng said a little, the old man groaned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

A red flame lion will definitely be more valuable than Ba Dao. After all, as long as the red flame lion grows normally, it will be a matter of time and night, and the red flame lion can become a powerful Xuan Monster Beast , And even Heavenly Monster.

Sure enough, when the old man came out from behind the curtain with the Red Flame Lion, crowd's eyes became hotter, even with a hint of madness.

In crowd of the auction house, there was a man with blond hair and scattered rage. Even his eyes were a little golden, and looked very strange.

I saw the Red Flame Lion, the young man with golden eyes, and the golden mane in eyesight lingered, saying, "The Red Flame Lion is my mad lion, and no one can grab it."

The old man stood on the auction platform and quietly looked at the excitement of crowd. When the atmosphere reached its peak, he smiled and raised his hands, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said, "The Red Lion I do n’t say much about the value, and I believe that many people were waiting while the Red Flame Lion was still in the Capitol. Finally, now the Red Flame Lion comes to our auction house. Now, everyone There is a chance to get, the future Xuan Yao, even Heavenly Monster. "

The old man was also very excited in his own heart, and he did not understand why the Red Flame Lion came to the hands of Lin Feng. It stands to reason that it is impossible for the Bai Family, or even the White Family, to give the Red Flame Monster to an outsider. It will not be auctioned, it will only be left to them.

The old man didn't know the friction in the prison. At that time, the young man in yellow really wanted to use the Red Flame Mozilla to win Mu Fan and make Mu Fan his person. The Red Flame Mozilla could not run. It fell, but Lin Feng was killed out of thin air. What made the youth more depressed was that he also came and became a witness, so that the youth did not even have the opportunity to **** the Red Flame Devil from Lin Feng. However, I did not expect that Lin Feng did not intend to own the Red Flame Lion alone, but took it here for auction!