When I saw the 'Snow Kite', I turned around and returned to the box.
The old man of the [Snake Pattern] clan shook his head.
Although it's a pity that once she interfered, there was no upstart to act as a 'stirrer' at the auction...
But I didn't care too much.
After all, there is only one [Emperor Jar] left.
It doesn't believe that these people will not rob it.
As long as you grab it, the price won't be too low.
After a pause, it slowly opened its mouth and said: "The [Emperor Jar] auction, continue."
"It's still the old rule, the base price is ten..."
Before he could even say his ten thousand words, he saw Jin Yanri standing in the aisle and shouted loudly, "I'm offering one million points, and please show your support. This kind of love, we [Jinhu]
The family has inherited it.”
What the hell?
Sincerely…
Many people were speechless and looked at it strangely. If you want to say something like [immortal], [demon], or [talisman] from a powerful clan, everyone will weigh it to see if it is worth it.
But what are you, the [Golden Tiger] clan?
A weak race that has even reached the 'Third Grade', if it hadn't been attached to the [Demon] tribe, it might not even be qualified to enter this [Emperor Jar] Building, how dare you say this? [
The young master of the Shilong clan, Long Yu, stood in the box, swinging his strange dragon head.
He burst out laughing with a sound of 'Pfft!', looking through the window at Jin Yanri a few meters away, with a mocking sneer on his face, and said: "Who do you think you are, worthy of us being so noble?"
"This [Emperor Jar], I want it."
"Five million..." Long Yu raised his head, looked at the only remaining [Emperor Jar] on the high platform, and said with burning eyes.
Obviously, what Jin Yanri said about ‘appreciation’…
No one cares!
No one took it seriously. As soon as Long Yu finished his words, another 'young master' was heard speaking slowly: "Long Yu, if you want this [Emperor Jar], '500...' is not enough."
, our [Three Flowers Blue Scales] clan bids six million."
"Seven million!"
"Seven million and one million..."
"..."
boom!
Prices have been rising all the way.
It soon soared to '800...' ten thousand, just as the [Snake Pattern] clan elder expected.
[Emperor Jar] is the last one left, and anyone with some ability doesn’t want to miss it.
As a result, without Ye Xiu as a troublemaker, the atmosphere of the auction was extremely lively.
Many people in the hall also participated.
Only Jin Yanri looked at these people with a ferocious expression, his teeth were clenching, and he was cursing wildly in his heart.
Why?
A trash from the [One-Eyed] clan can make a woman like 'Xue Yuan' put down her dignity and owe a favor.
And I am, after all, the young master of the [Golden Tiger] clan, and I have the support of a great emperor of the [Demon] clan. Why, have I taken my 'favor' lightly?
Just wait, you idiots, you will regret it sooner or later.
Just when it was resentful and attached all its resentment to Ye Xiu.
The voice of 'Xue Yuan' has already sounded. He looked at the old man of the [Snake Pattern] tribe below and said calmly: "If the 'Qi and Blood' points are not enough, the shops outside should test the mortgage, right?"
The old man from the [Snake Pattern] tribe was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled, saying: "Of course."
Xue Yuan said "Hmm...", looked at the [Emperor Jar], and said with ripples in her beautiful eyes, "Ten million."
boom!
This price immediately turned many people away.
In the hall.
There was even silence, and even the private rooms became silent. It wasn't that they didn't want to fight for it, but it was because they were short of money.
Tens of millions of 'Qi and Blood' points, how many small tribes must be slaughtered to get enough?
Not to mention these people, even the [Snow Demon] clan brought by 'Xue Yuan' changed slightly when they heard her words 'Ten million...'
The elder of the [Snow Demon] clan standing beside her quickly dissuaded her and said: "Miss..., spending ten million to buy this [Emperor Jar] is too much..."
‘Xue Yuan’ shook her head and said calmly, “First feel the breath of this [Emperor Jar].”
The old man of the [Snow Demon] clan was stunned for a moment, and then, a trace of his soul thought fell directly on the [Emperor Jar].
This perception made the whole person stunned on the spot, and his eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes.
After a long time, he suddenly came to his senses. He looked at the [Emperor Jar] and said, 'Gulu...' He swallowed his saliva and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it the [Emperor Art]?"
As soon as it finished speaking, it became confused again and said: "How can this [Emperor Jar] allow the breath to escape?"
"Now we have to ask it." 'Xue Yuan' raised his eyelids, looked at the old man of the [Snake Pattern] tribe, and said calmly.
"Um?"
The elder of the [Snow Demon] tribe was startled. It was not stupid. After hearing such a reminder, it immediately understood.
His face suddenly darkened, and he said: "What a good plan. It is not afraid of breaking this [Emperor Jar]. If there is garbage in it, by then, there won't even be a 'child' left?"
"Wealth can be found in danger!" 'Xue Yuan' pursed her lips and said calmly: "What's more, the first two [Emperor Jars] have been sold for 20 million, and the last one is worthless.
, their [Emperor Jar] building will not suffer any loss, just in case there is a real treasure
, and you will make a lot of money.”
The small hole on the [Emperor Jar].
Of course, it can't be hidden from these people's eyes.
What's more, there is still breath escaping. Anyone with any brains knows that this small hole was definitely made by the old man of the [Snake Pattern] tribe.
Xue Yuan's words "Ten million..." only made the atmosphere cool for a few breaths. She also sensed that the content in this [Emperor Jar] should be [Emperor Art].
Some of the boxes that had already given up fighting for them immediately became excited. Long Yu even shouted on the spot, "Twelve million..."
"One thousand three!" Another person came one after another.
"..."
Ye Xiu's side.
After hearing the word 'emperor', Wu Yong's breathing suddenly became rapid.
"The emperor's art of [Nightmare Emperor]?" It said, "Gulu!" It swallowed its saliva and turned its head suddenly.
Looking at Ye Xiu who was still sipping the tea, he said with a trembling voice: "Young Master Shan, this is [Imperial Art], do you...really want to give it to them?"
"Isn't its [Imperial Art] amazing?" Ye Xiu raised his head and said calmly.
He really doesn't care.
It's just a 'skill', created by the emperor himself, that's why it's called [Emperor's Technique].
If you really want to say it, it may not be as good as my own [Three God-Slaying Styles].
I didn’t see those few worms keep saying something about giving me the [Imperial Art] before they died.
Seeing that he didn't take him seriously, Wu Yong, who was standing aside, couldn't help but secretly cursed 'a prodigal son'.
Still explaining patiently, he said: "If it is an ordinary [Imperial Art], it is indeed nothing special. This thing is not uncommon among the big clans.
But the [Nightmare Emperor] is different. As far as the outside world knows, there are only two techniques it practices, one is ordinary, and the other is called the [Great Dream Heart Sutra], which can travel between dreams and reality. That [Emperor]
If the skill in the jar is the [Dream Heart Sutra], let alone 13 million, even if it is 2,000 or 30 million, it is still worth. If you buy it, even if you don’t practice it yourself, you can sell it to other wealthy clans.
It's just a matter of changing hands.
You can earn tens of millions of points of vitality."...