Chapter 163

At this time, the auction of the auction house continued. The curtain behind the auction platform was lifted, and two figures came out of the curtain. One of them was the old man just now, while the other one was chained, his hands and feet were locked and his face was branded with a huge overlord.

This bully word with his scattered long hair, let his whole person with a trace of domineering meaning, very cold.

"Slave martial arts."

Lin Feng's eyes slightly coagulate, this auction shop, as expected, even the slave Wu Xiu also auctioned.

People can be auctioned as wild animals.

At this time, the crowd looked at the slave Wu Xiu and kept breathing out, especially those who often went to the prison arena, and their eyes flashed with a flash of heat.

"Badao, it's Badao."

Finally, the sword was put up for auction. Many of them have been waiting for a long time.

The old man glanced at the crowd and saw the excitement in the eyes of the crowd. His mouth also showed a trace of smile.

"Batao, the sixth level of Lingwu state, has won 81 victories in the prison arena."

The old man's indifferent voice made the hearts of the crowd tremble suddenly. Eighty one victories were so terrible that none of them were defeated in 81 battles. It was terrible to kill 81 martial arts practitioners of the same level.

Lin Feng is also trembling in his heart. A few simple words mean that 81 martial arts practitioners of Lingwu state have died in the hands of Ba Dao, and 81 of them are strong in Lingwu. This is definitely a terrible number. With the fresh blood of 81 strong men of the same level, today's Ba Dao has been achieved.

"I won't say much about his value. All you need to know is that it will be sooner or later for you to step into the realm of Xuanwu. Then, he will have a slave martial art comparable to that of the eight princes. You can imagine." The old man chuckled indifferently, and then said, "Badao, the bottom price of the auction, 200 yuan stone, now, the auction begins."

The old man's voice dropped. Suddenly, the eyes of the crowd became hot, and they were staring at the swords tightly. Yes, in the future, this is a man like eight childe. If he was his own slave martial arts, he should have how powerful.

It seems to be aware of the blazing heat in the eyes of the crowd. The head of Badao slowly rises. Suddenly, the artistic conception of a sharp sword blooms. It is extremely sharp and domineering, and it stings the eyes of the crowd. Just this sight is like a wisp of knife awn, which can hurt people.

The eyes of Badao swept through the crowd and fell on Lin Feng. Lin Feng's body trembled slightly. In his eyes, one of the same arrogant sharps jumped out. It seemed that he was going to pierce everything.

This is the artistic conception of sword.

Ba Dao's eyes stop on Lin Feng's body. Their eyes meet in the air. The Dao and the meaning of the sword collide. An invisible sharp air permeates the space.

But soon the Ba Dao's eyes moved away, let Lin Feng's heart loose, but his heart trembled.

"The meaning of the sword is good. The slave practiced martial arts and grasped the power of the sword, and had a deep understanding."

Lin Feng secretly said in his heart that it was no wonder that the other side could win 81 victories without any defeat. His understanding of potential was much better than that of Mu fan. In addition, this momentum was the power of a knife, and there were almost no enemies in the same level.

Only when someone, like him, not only understands the potential, but also reaches the micro level, can he suppress the hegemony of the other side.

The youth behind Lin Feng's eyes are blazing. He has killed 81 strong men of the same level. If he can get it, he may really have a slave in the Xuanwu realm. At that time, he would have a great prestige.

"Three hundred medium grade yuan stone." At this time, someone offered a bid, which directly increased one hundred pinyuanshi.

"Five hundred medium grade yuan stone." Another voice sounded, without any hesitation, the price is still very low.

The value of a slave martial arts cultivation, which was converted into six times of spiritual realm cultivation, may not be high, but the value of a slave who killed 81 strong men of the same level is more than ten times that of a slave in the Xuanwu realm in the future.

"A thousand pinyuanshi."

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 grade yuan stone. Lin Feng thought there were a lot of them, but at this time he found that he was poor.

This is just the offer. Maybe the value of the slave's martial arts might ruin his family.

"Five thousand medium grade yuan stone."

Lin Feng's idea just came out, a voice rang up, let his eyes coagulate.

Five thousand medium grade yuan stone. It's a terrible number. You can practice at will in the cultivation tower.

What's more, the voice came from Lin Feng's back. The bidding man was the young man named Meng.

When the crowd heard this voice, they were all stunned. Many people laughed bitterly. They could not afford 5000 yuan stone. Moreover, the price was high enough.

Seeing that the crowd was silent, the old man said with a smile: "with a good eye, I'd like to bid 5000 yuan stone. This is the future slave of Xuanwu. I don't know if there is anyone else bidding for it."The old man's voice is full of temptation, but the crowd is still silent. The future of Xuanwu is not, after all, 5000 yuan stone. The price is too terrible.

"Five thousand one pieces of medium grade yuan stone."

At this time, a calm voice sounded, which made the eyes of the crowd tremble, and their eyes looked towards the VIP area. The person who spoke was the one who smashed the stone table with one blow, Lin Feng.

The pupil of youth shrinks slightly, stare at Lin Feng's figure, the cold light flashed in the eyes.

"5100 medium grade yuan stone."

"5101." Lin Feng's voice is still so calm.

The crowd all showed the look of watching the opera. It seems that Lin Feng was deliberately adding a piece of medium grade Yuan Stone each time.

"Five thousand five hundred medium grade yuan stone." The young man's face grew colder and colder, he said slowly.

"Five thousand five hundred one." Lin Feng's voice is light, and her eyes are still calm.

The young man's face became a little ferocious, and at this time, the man in grey beside him called out to him.

"Young master, auction is only one of the means."

The young man's eyes were stagnant, and then he showed a cold smile. Yes, if you want to get the slave martial arts, you don't have to auction it.

The eyes of the crowd are all trembling. This is undoubtedly threatening Lin Feng.

As expected, the youth did not bid again. After a moment, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said, "Congratulations, now, you can take the sword away."

"Put it backstage first. You can auction my red flame demon lion now, and Yuan Stone will be deducted from it."

Lin Feng light said a, the old man pondered for a moment, then nodded: "can."

The value of a red flame demon lion must be higher than that of a sword. After all, as long as the red flame demon lion grows up normally, it will be sooner or later. Moreover, the red flame demon lion can become a powerful Xuan demon beast, even a celestial demon.

Sure enough, when the old man led the red flame demon lion out from behind the curtain, the eyes of the crowd became more fiery, even with a wisp of crazy meaning.

Among the crowd in the auction house, there was a man with golden hair. His eyes even had a trace of golden color, which was extremely strange.

When he saw the red flame demon lion, the young man with golden eyes turned his golden eyes and said, "the red flame demon lion is my crazy lion. No one can rob it."

Standing on the auction platform, the old man quietly watched the excitement of the crowd. When the atmosphere reached the peak, he raised his hand with a smile and motioned for silence. Then he opened his mouth and said, "I don't say much about the value of the red flame devil lion, and I believe that many people began to wait when the red flame demon lion was still in the prison yard. Finally, the red flame demon lion came to me Our auction house, now, everyone has a chance to get the future Xuan demon, even the sky demon. "

The old man was also very excited. He did not understand why the red flame demon lion came to Lin Feng's hand. According to the law, the white family, even the top of the white family, could not give the red flame devil lion to outsiders, nor would it be auctioned, but would be left to their own people.

The old man didn't know about the friction in the prison yard. At that time, the young man in yellow really wanted to use the red flame devil lion to win over Mufan and make Mufan his man. The red flame demon lion could not run away. But Lin Feng killed him out of thin air. What's more, he came and witnessed him, so that the young man had no chance to seize the red flame demon lion from Lin Feng I want to talk about it in the long run, but I didn't expect that Lin Feng didn't intend to own the red flame devil lion at all. Instead, she got it here for auction!

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!