2584. Chapter 2584 Someone has taken a fancy to the cheap dragon again 4
Shui Molan has an old friendship with the leader of the Fire Tribe. He nodded and said, "I trust you, Brother Yan. I can lend you one million."
The leader of the Fire Tribe was overjoyed, and his face, as pale as a dead man, regained his vitality and smile again.
He stretched out a hand and moved his thin lips slightly. Just as he was about to quote 10 million pills, a voice with a clear smile came from the secret room of an elegant room.
"Twelve million pills."
The leader of the Fire Tribe suddenly stiffened, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.
Who is this?!
Besides Bai Ziyue, there was another one who opposed him?!
The leader of the Fire Tribe turned his head and looked in the direction where the voice with a clear smile came from. Behind the couplets, he vaguely saw a handsome figure in dark purple clothes.
As soon as the price was reported, not only the elders of the Fire Tribe, but also Bai Ziyue were stunned. The entire Jiuding Pavilion auction house fell into extreme silence.
Twelve million pills?
How generous this must be!
The bidding has not ended yet, and the price of Nirvana Holy Water has already increased by 2 million pills compared to last year!
The leader of the Fire Tribe had an anxious look on his face. He turned around and looked at the leader of the Rain Tribe beside him. His eyes were full of pleading, and his voice couldn't help but trembled: "Brother Shui Xian, can you lend me another three hundred dollars?"
Ten Thousand Pills..."
"Brother Yan, let's stop!"
The head of the Yu Clan, Shui Molan, sighed softly, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said, "I, the Yu Clan, can't allocate too much financial resources."
A look of sadness flashed across the face of the leader of the Fire Tribe, and he clutched Shui Molan's sleeve tightly, as if grasping the last life-saving straw, and said: "Brother Shui Xian, please help me!"
The Holy Son of the Fire Tribe is the hope of their entire clan!
"Brother Yan, don't you still know who is behind the beaded curtain in that elegant room?" Shui Molan sighed heavily, pushed away the hand of the leader of the Fire Tribe, and said, "That's Lu Zhanliang! He has been there since he was a child.
Inheriting Longwu Immortal Master’s skill inheritance and treasure legacy, no one in the entire Sixth Heaven can compete with Lu Zhanliang’s wealth!”
When the leader of the Fire Tribe heard this, a look of despair flashed across his face, and his heart was ashen.
On the other side, Bai Ziyue's expression was not much different from that of the leader of the Fire Tribe.
"Thirteen million pills!"
In order to repay Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu's family for their kindness in joining, Bai Ziyue really went all out.
Thirteen million pills are 90% of the inventory of the entire Ice Clan. No matter how much they have, they really can't get it out.
Behind the beaded curtain in the elegant room, there was a slight smile. There was no mockery in it, but it was full of tenderness and kindness.
"Lu has offered 20 million pills. Master Bai, stop fighting and let it go."
Bai Ziyue's body trembled heavily, his thin lips lost their color, and he fell back on the chair.
Twenty million pills!
Even if the entire Ice Tribe tried to sell iron and steel, they still wouldn't be able to raise that much!
"Mrs. Xuanyuan, look..."
Bai Ziyue's face was pale, his eyes were full of guilt, and he looked in the direction of Ling Luo.
The corners of Ling Luo's lips curved with interest, and she asked, "Who is that person named Lu?"
"The eldest son of the Lu Clan, Lu Zhanliang, is the successor of the Ninth Level Heavenly Dragon Martial Immortal Lord, the first person of his generation in the Sixth Level Celestial Realm, and has reached the ninth level of Guiyi Secret Realm. In front of him, the Holy Son of the Fire Clan is as insignificant as a firefly.
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Bai Ziyue was sweating and reported all the information about Lu Zhanliang to Ling Luo without reservation.