The two female mages suspected that Grant might not have the purchasing power. After all, the latter only had ordinary late-level fourth-order fluctuations. As long as there were two types of Yalong blood, the price would be hundreds of millions. Comparing the price and strength, it felt a bit unbelievable.

As for why Grant hid the powerful fluctuations of the fifth-level mage, it is very simple. He has already attracted the White Blood Family and has no intention of attracting others. As long as he shows the strength of the fifth-level mage, he will attract not only the White Blood Family, but also the Hanging Palace and the

Responsible for protecting the attention of the royal master.

Every fifth-level mage is very rare and is basically well-known outside. As a newly promoted fifth-level mage, it is easy for them to investigate and feel strange.

In order to keep a low profile, it is only shown in the late fourth stage.

The interior decoration of the shop is not considered luxurious, but is very unique. To the right of the first-floor lobby, there is a spiral staircase cascading along the wall, and there are various rooms on all sides of the wall.

Click! Click!

Every moment, the stairs and corners will undergo certain changes, accelerating back and forth.

"This guest, let's go to the third floor pavilion." A pretty female mage with a professional smile said. In any case, the visitor is a guest, and maybe he can afford other ordinary goods.

"Yeah." Grant nodded. He knew that the third floor pavilion was the most expensive room in this shop, and it basically traded more than 50 million magic stones.

He touched the brown-red handrail. The stair handrail looked like a famous winged elf with a lifelike face.

The armrest said with a smile: "You hurt me!"

Grant curled his lips and walked forward slowly without caring at all, walking along the stairs to the third floor attic.

Click!

The female mage stretched out her slender white palm and touched the edge of the door. A golden light flashed along the edge of her palm, and the wooden door suddenly opened wide.

Grant stood behind.

When the wooden door automatically lifts up, you will see a brown-black room, covered with a thick red blanket. There are many golden stripes intertwined back and forth on the edge, and a huge elf with wings spread is painted in the middle.

There is an oil painting hanging on the brown wall.

Directly below the oil painting is a set of soft and exquisite sofas, and on the right stands a square table, used to place many porcelain cups, bouquets and some drinks.

An old mage with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and no eyebrows was sitting on a chair and shouting in a choked voice: "The price is a bit high. I will buy it if it comes down to five million magic stones. Don't think that I don't know the specific price of the night elf corpse."

"Guest John Si, your request is a bit high. A reduction of two million magic stones is the price we can afford." Standing in front of him was a male mage with blond hair and a handsome face. At this time, he remained professional.

Smiled.

Grant squinted his eyes and noticed that the old mage was a quasi-fifth-level mage, who was considered a strong person in the royal family and a very high-status mage representative of the royal family. But he really wasn't in the mood to listen to what the other party said.

He walked in and looked up at the sloping ceiling, which was sunken inward. There were many dark elves painted inside, spreading their wings and slowly moving forward along the edge.

The female mage beside her put her hands on her waist and said with a smile: "We will get you the Yalong blood right now."

As soon as he heard the words, Si John glanced over and saw that the female mage was respectfully treating only an ordinary late-level fourth-level man.

He couldn't help but feel contemptuous.

At the late fourth level, he still came over to ask for the blood of a dragon? As a quasi-level five person, he had to buy night elf limbs for 30 million magic stones, but the other party was weaker than him and still bought such expensive things. This made his already mean temperament

I was very unhappy and tried to find ways to slander him.

Grant turned his head and said, "How many do you have here?"

"Eight types. They are the golden-backed dragon and the earth dragon of Mordor..." The female mage was stunned and subconsciously reported the price of the dragon.

Grant meditated, and after removing the blood of the three sub-dragons he had already sucked, he spoke to the female mage and asked her to bring five kinds of blood to him.

The female mage nodded hurriedly and tried to handle this matter properly.

When Si John heard this, he burst into laughter, interrupted the conversation with the male mage, and said sarcastically: "I still want to buy five kinds of Yalong blood in the late fourth level. If I am not wrong in my estimation, the price is almost 200 million magic stones.

Syalai, what I said is right."

The male mage who interrupted frowned, but nodded: "Well, you are right."

He looked at Grant curiously, does this guy really have the ability to buy it? With hundreds of millions of magic stones, even ordinary quasi-fifth-level ones would not dare to take them out at will, or in other words, many quasi-fifth-level ones do not have this value at all.

Grant frowned slightly, looked at the old mage as if he were dead, and murmured: "As annoying as the Hericium!"

The words were not loud, but all the mages present heard it, and the expressions on their faces were extremely exciting. From time to time, they covered their mouths and chuckled twice.

They also think the old mage is annoying, and they just want to buy the goods, so as long as it is not excessive, they will tolerate it.

"What did you say? Do you want to die?" John Si's face was gloomy, and the cold light in his eyes flashed past, like ice lowering the temperature in the hall.

He hasn't heard anyone dare to scold him at the late stage of the fourth level. He simply slaps himself in the face.

Seeing that the old mage was about to take action, Ariale hurriedly said: "Guest, it is forbidden to take action here. Our boss will be unhappy."

"I know." Si John said with a gloomy face, covering his fingers.

He knew that there was a fifth-level mage behind this shop, and he could not beat the opponent even if he was a fifth-level mage, so he could only endure this matter for now.

Grant ignored it and walked straight into a room with the female mage.

A minute later, Grant walked out of the door again.

When Si John saw this situation, he immediately sneered: "Oh, I came out so quickly, I'm afraid I just wanted to see those people with Yalong blood. If it were me, I really don't want these people to come to the third floor room."

As if Grant hadn't seen him, he walked to the bottom of the stairs.

The female mage couldn't stand it, and said unconsciously: "The other party bought it as soon as they met, 210 million magic stones."

"What? Did he buy it?" the old mage asked with a change of expression.

"Yes." The female mage felt as if she breathed a sigh of relief.

When John Si heard what he said, his face became quite ugly and embarrassed. He had always ridiculed the late fourth-level man who bought high-priced goods faster and more readily than he was at the fifth level. In comparison, he looked like a door-knocking and stingy old mage, and

What he said just now in front of three mages was as ridiculous as a clown.

Thinking of this, I suddenly became unhappy and my eyes wandered.

I thought to myself: "If the other party can buy so much Yalong bloodline, there must be a lot of good stuff. I'll catch up and have a look. If the other party doesn't have the fifth level or fifth level support, I'll take it away myself."
Chapter completed!