Martial arts fanatic

Chapter 425

You guys can't compete.

Those five words were domineering and piercing, like a slap in the face of everyone present. They were too arrogant, too arrogant, and they were almost defiant.

"The Beidou Jin family, 150 billion. What a mountain warrior, can you swallow 300 million essence pills?" Suddenly, a stern voice sounded.

Don't fight for steamed buns, fight for breath, one person challenges the whole audience, if there is no one to fight, if word spreads, what will be the face of the Wuyuan family.

"200 billion."

The middle-aged man didn't even think about it, and he spoke directly, full of confidence, full of confidence, and completely looked like he would kill a god when he met a god, and punish a Buddha when he met a Buddha.

Suddenly, everyone's hearts sank.

200 billion, this guy is definitely the lunatic among lunatics, daring to shout such a price is no different from burning money.

"Two hundred and one billion."

Around the huge stage, at the very front, a slightly old voice suddenly sounded slowly.

200 billion is there anyone bidding?

Looking at the prestige, everyone was taken aback again when they saw the old man who spoke at the front. Tianchi Martial Academy, Vice President Jialan?

"Human Martial Academy?"

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and sneered, his face full of disdain.Then, he shouted again: "500 billion."

The violent voice exploded in everyone's mind like a bolt from the blue.

500 million?
This guy is absolutely insane.

The corners of the mouths of Vice President Jia Lan of Tianchi Martial Academy, as well as the Vice Presidents of the other two major martial arts schools beside him, couldn't help but twitch.

On the stage, Ye Bufan was shocked.

He took out the Jingyuan Pill to make money, but he didn't expect it to be so crazy.According to Qian Duoduo's previous estimate, the final transaction price of this 30 Jingyuan Pills will be between 60 billion and [-] billion.

Almost a full tenfold.

Ye Bufan couldn't help but look at Qian Duoduo with astonished eyes, this middle-aged man couldn't be trusted by a fat man?

But at this moment, looking at Qian Duoduo, Ye Bufan noticed that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, obviously, even Qian Duoduo couldn't accept this reality.

Off the stage, a middle-aged man stood proudly in the crowd, with a playful expression, and his disdainful eyes scanned the audience. He was like a high-ranking king, overlooking all living beings.

In the next second, he said loudly, "For money, I am not afraid of anyone present. As I said, I will take all 300 million Jingyuan Pills, no matter what the price is."

While speaking, the man glanced at Ye Bufan, bowed slightly, and said, "This is a gift for the master, I hope the master will accept it."

"Master's elixir is worth the price."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone was slightly taken aback. This guy is so crazy, is he trying to curry favor with Master Yin, who made the Jingyuan Pill?

But where did he get so much money?

Ye Bufan was also slightly absent-minded, he couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man.

At this moment, a voice from the crowd that detonated the audience suddenly sounded: "Master Yin's medicine is more than this price."

The audience was boiling, shocked, and dead silent again.

On the Shenwu Continent, when did there be so many rich people, and after 500 billion, it will be 1000 billion?Everyone's heart is messy, everyone, can you think about our mood?If you are like this, where can we find shelter?

Vision deflection.

Among the crowd, 30 meters to the southwest of the middle-aged man, an old man in purple robe stood proudly, looking directly at the man provocatively.

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback.

He frowned: "Who are you?"

Everyone around was shocked instantly, and looked at the middle-aged man with a face full of astonishment... You, you don't even know him?
"A mountain villager."

The purple-robed old man smiled slightly.

You are a villager, so what are we?
But obviously no one cared about this at the moment, but they couldn't understand why this middle-aged man didn't know this old man.

The middle-aged man also twitched his mouth.

I call myself a mountain warrior, but you say you are a mountain villager, are you trying to fight against me?Then let's compete and see who is better.Thinking in his heart, the middle-aged man shouted without the slightest hesitation, "2000 billion."

A deadly atmosphere, a number that makes everyone's soul tremble.

The purple-robed old man smiled slightly: "Your meeting ceremony is a little too stingy, isn't it? The price of the master's medicine is more than this. How about it, 5000 billion."

The middle-aged man was suddenly short-tempered. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted again: "I suspect that you are deliberately making trouble. You don't have that much money at all."

"The old man has no money?"

The purple-robed old man smiled lightly: "This old man has enough money to buy the entire Linglong Chamber of Commerce."

As soon as the purple-robed old man finished speaking, many people in the crowd couldn't help laughing.

The middle-aged man's expression twisted.

"Why, don't believe me?"

The old man laughed lightly, pointed at the people around him, and said with a smile: "Everyone here is also a famous figure in the Shenwu Continent. I think they will not lie. If you don't believe me, you can ask them if the old man has the ability to buy it. Linglong Chamber of Commerce."

Just as the old man in purple robe finished speaking, a sky-shattering voice sounded immediately.

"I heard?"

The purple-robed old man chuckled, looked at the middle-aged man again and said provocatively: "I'm sorry, I want all the rest of the Jingyuan Pill."

What a domineering sentence.

The middle-aged man was extremely angry and mad with anger.

"Don't be unconvinced, the old man has money." Ignoring the middle-aged man's anger, the purple-robed old man said with a sullen expression, as if he was the second generation.

"6000 billion."

Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged man said with a stern expression, directly raising the price by 1000 billion, this is definitely a move that makes everyone crazy.

However, at this moment, the audience was dead silent, and everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was even more weird to the extreme.

They couldn't understand why the purple-robed old man came to participate in the Linglong Chamber of Commerce's auction in public?They couldn't even figure out how a middle-aged man could be so rich. This is 6000 billion gold coins, a total of 6000 billion.

On the mainland, who can take out 6000 billion gold coins all at once?
There seems to be no such person.

"6000 billion? Little, too little." The old man shook his head and said with a smile, "8000 billion."

"You, who are you?" The middle-aged man looked directly at the purple-robed old man, gritted his teeth, and said angrily.

"The old man has already said that he is a mountain villager." The purple-robed old man shrugged and said with a smile.

Villager, uncle, can a mountain villager come up with 8000 billion gold coins?Do you think I'm a fool?The middle-aged man cursed in his heart.

Suddenly, an urgent voice from the crowd suddenly sounded.

In the next second, all eyes were looking in the direction of the sound, and a figure flashed past in sight, rushed to the stage in an instant, and then stood beside Qian Duoduo, next to his ear Whispered a few words.

As the visitor spoke, Qian Duoduo frowned slightly.

"Understood, you step back."

After a while, Qian Duoduo shook his hand and said.

The visitor responded, and with a flash, he left the stage in an instant.

"what's the situation?"

Everyone present looked at Qian Duoduo with a dazed expression.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting." Qian Duoduo smiled slightly, then glanced at the middle-aged man below the stage, and said with a teasing look: "The dead can also be resurrected, friend, do you think it's interesting? ?”

If there is a lot of money, everyone will be taken aback.

The resurrection of the dead?

How is it possible, even a saint can't do it.

In an instant, the face of the middle-aged man changed drastically.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Qian Duoduo's mouth: "Zhang Chu, male, 37 years old, three-star return to Yuanjing, was born in Tianyuan City of Qingyun Empire, and is currently the commander of the Iron Blood Battalion of the Nether War Department. You died in the first battle, your life card was shattered, and most importantly, your body was not found when the war department cleaned the battlefield."

"Master Qianfu, how did you come back to life?"

(End of this chapter)