Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 117

The three got out of the car and walked into the Peng's auction house.

When I arrived at the auction hall, I got the auction slip, and saw that there were indeed two inner alchemy of level four monsters.

To Feng Ting, there was neither surprise nor disappointment.

When the auction started, Feng Ting was not interested in the previous panaceas or spirit weapons.

His goal was only the inner alchemy of the two fourth-level monsters.

Finally, I arrived at the inner alchemy of the two fourth-level monsters. The low price is 10 taels of amethyst.

Feng Ting was the first to raise a placard to bid, and the price was 11 taels.

There were five people bidding with Feng Ting at the beginning, but when the price reached 16, three of them withdrew.

When it reached 18, another person withdrew, and finally a middle-aged man in a brocade robe was left.

Like Feng Ting, this person also increases the price by 1 taels of Amethyst every time.

Feng Ting was bound to win, so he didn't hesitate, as long as the things didn't reach his hands, he would keep raising his cards.

“19万……20万……21万……22万……30万。”

All the people present were also nobles in the book city today, but when they saw two fourth-level monster inner pills being bid for 30 taels of amethyst, they all felt a little incredible.

What surprised them the most was that the two bidders had no intention of stopping at all, and they were obviously bound to win.

The owners of these two inner pills have made a fortune!
"31."

The middle-aged man in brocade robe continued to raise his placard.

"32."

Feng Ting's tone was even more casual and indifferent, as if he was not talking about 32 taels of amethyst, but 32 taels of gold or silver.

At this time, Hu Gaoxuan who didn't know what he was doing out came back.

After sitting down, he whispered to Feng Ting, "This is the thirteenth master of the Xiang family, Xiang Wenda, who is Xiang Ding's uncle."

When Feng Ting heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "It seems that he wants to vent his anger on Xiang Ding."

"It should be, I think it's better to forget it." Hu Gaoxuan said.

Feng Ting smiled lightly: "I can't help it, I can only wrestle with this thirteenth master of the Xiang family today."

When Hu Gaoxuan heard this, he understood that Feng Ting would not give up.

Bai Shuo next to him said in a low voice, "Master Feng, you will spend a lot of money like this."

"I know."

"35."

As soon as Feng Ting finished speaking, Xiang Wenda on the other side had already raised his card, and added 3 taels at a time.

"38 million taels."

Feng Ting also simply raised his card and added 3 taels at a time.

When Bai Shuo and Hu Gaoxuan saw it, they both looked helpless.This is a desperate posture!

"40."

Xiang Wenda continued to raise his placard.

"45."

Feng Ting added 5 taels at a time.

For a moment, even the auctioneer on the stage was shocked and forgot to repeat the auction price.

After a short pause, he said, "This young master has 45 taels of amethyst."

At this time, the thirteenth master of the Xiang family, Xiang Wenda, who was wearing a brocade robe, turned his head to look at Feng Ting, and then held up a sign: "46 taels."

"50 million taels."

Without waiting for the auctioneer to speak, Feng Ting simply raised his placard.

Whoa!
At this moment, everyone's hearts were boiling. This young man is here for shopping.

Hu Gaoxuan had no choice but to smile wryly, and Bai Shuo was also shocked.

Both of them found that although they had the name of Young Master, compared with Young Master Feng, they were obviously not aggressive enough.

"50 taels! Is there any other noble person to increase the price?"

The tone of the auctioneer on the stage was a little unnatural, and his expression was even a little weird, with surprise and fear.He subconsciously glanced at Xiang Wenda.

At this moment, the Thirteenth Master of the Xiang family stood up and hurried out.

Although no one could clearly see the expression of the thirteenth master of the Xiang family, they all felt that it would not be very good.

"50 taels...is there any noble person to increase the price?"

The venue was quiet. Everyone knew that after Xiang Wenda left, no one would increase the price.

"50 taels...a deal." The auctioneer also knew that was the price.

When the last lot is sold, the auction is over.

Everyone in the arena looked over at this moment.They all want to see more of this crazy boy.

Some of them recognized that this young man also came two days ago, and also took away the inner alchemy of two fourth-level monsters.But last time it was 18 taels, and today it is 50 taels.

After Feng Ting got up, Hu Gaoxuan and Bai Shuo also got up, and the three walked out of the auction hall to pay the money.

After getting the things, Feng Ting didn't stop at all, followed Hu Gaoxuan and Bai Shuo into the car and left.

In the car, Bai Shuo couldn't help but ask a few more questions, Feng Ting's answer was also very simple, he likes the monster Neidan, so he took a picture of it for collection.

As for the price, like things are priceless.

Moreover, Feng Ting also told Hu Gaoxuan that if there is an inner alchemy, don't forget to call him.

Previously, Bai Shuo's change of view towards Feng Ting was mostly due to Hu Gaoxuan's teaching.

But now, he is really convinced.

People are domineering in fights, and they are even more domineering when they buy things, which makes people vomit blood.

With strength and money, you can't accept it even if you want to.

The carriage was galloping through the night, and the golden-scaled horse seemed to be full of pride, its footsteps full of movement.

Feng Ting returned to the No. [-] courtyard and began to practice alchemy behind closed doors.

In the early morning, the pill was completed, and it was three tyrannical pills.

The previous distribution principle is still the same, the white elephant gets one and the unicorn gets two.

The white elephant ate one before, and the unicorn relieved the pressure.Although it is still 1.5 meters tall and [-] meters long, it is obviously stronger, its eyes are brighter, and its skin is more white as jade.

And that Qilin's body has been covered with a layer of thin black scales, and the original horns have also fallen off, and two bumps appeared.

Although its figure has not changed much, it is still one meter high and 1.5 meters long, but it is obviously stronger.

In the afternoon, Feng Ting began to suck blood.

He rested his left hand on the white elephant's forehead, and his right hand on the Qilin's forehead.

The bright red blood flowed from the foreheads of the two alienated monsters, spread to his palms, arms, and then wrapped his whole body, making him like a ruby ​​statue.

By the time the body training was over, it was already evening.

Feng Ting practiced the One Zi Beng Fist for a while, the edge of the fist was stronger, and the aura in his body was also fierce, he was definitely stronger.

But it feels that the barrier to the realm of the Punisher is still out of reach.

With such strength, there is no chance of winning against the elementary level of the underworld.

Feng Ting couldn't help being a little distressed, today's battle is destined to be different.

He walked out of the room and saw Ding Chundong, Chu Zhongqiu, Li Yuan, and Hua Fenfei standing in the yard, obviously waiting for him.

"Junior brother, you...be careful." Li Yuan spoke first.

Ding Chundong also said: "Little brother, don't hurt yourself."

Hua Fenfei also said: "Junior brother, I believe in you."

"I know."

Feng Ting stepped down the steps and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Feng Ting, the opponent is stronger than you after all, this competition is unfair, don't let him bully you."

Chu Zhongqiu spoke, although his tone was a bit strange, but Feng Ting could feel the worry in it.

Without saying anything, he walked out of the small courtyard and walked towards the gate of Guangling Garden.

Not long after, Feng Ting walked into the side entrance of Guangling College.

He was greeted by the nonchalant eyes of the students who had followed him.

Not far ahead, a beautiful and quiet woman in white was standing by the side of the road.

When the students around saw this woman, their expressions were a little unnatural.

Most people looked at Feng Ting and became envious, while a few people were jealous and disdainful.

Feng Ting walked a few steps quickly, and arrived in front of Xin Han.

"Little Junior Brother."

"Senior Sister Xin."

The two greeted tacitly, and Feng Ting greeted Duan Ping who was next to Xin Han, and then walked towards the Lingwu Hall together.

More and more people followed them. At this time, it can be seen that there are so many students in Guangling College.

Not long after, the Spirit Martial Hall was in front.

It seems that since Feng Ting first sparred with Qiu Xian, the square in front of Lingwu Hall has become a battlefield.

On the huge square, apart from an open space with a radius of 300 meters in the center, the surrounding area is crowded with people.

In that central position, Fan Sanjia had already been waiting, and an academician was standing beside him.

When Feng Ting arrived, the crowd naturally gave way, and Feng Ting, Xin Han, and Duan Ping walked in.

Xin Han and Duan Ping stood in front of the crowd, while Feng Ting walked forward tens of meters to reach Fan Sanjia.

Fan Sanjia was thin and thin, a circle smaller than Feng Ting, and the green shirt looked a bit big on him.

But the strong breath released from him is not bad at all.

19 years old, from a poor background, a beginner in the Underworld, ranked [-]th in the talent list of Guangling College, these are all the labels of Fan Sanjia.

He is the idol of many poor students.

The academician looked at the two of them and asked, "Do you have any other requirements?"

"No."

"No."

The two looked at each other.

"let's start."

After the academician finished speaking, he retreated tens of meters away.

"Junior Brother Feng Ting, please."

"Brother Sanjia, please."

"boom."

Feng Ting still made the first move, this was his habit and also his strategy.

Because Fan Sanjia is too strong, he won't have many chances to fight back, so he must strike first in this initial move.

However, he didn't exert the Yizi Bengquan to the extreme, but only exerted the seven strengths.

Fan Sanjia's body shook, and a mass of spiritual power surged out, turning into a heavy hammer, and smashed against Feng Ting's fist.

"Bang bang bang..."

The front of the fist and the heavy hammer intersected, and the strength of the seven layers was exhausted, but the heavy hammer was still there, and Feng Ting had to fly back to avoid the sharp edge.

"Junior Brother Feng Ting, be careful."

Without waiting for the heavy hammer to disperse, Fan Sanjia moved his palm like a knife, his spiritual power turned into a long knife, and struck out.

Without even thinking about it, Feng Ting shook the phantom wings and retreated quickly.

What a great speed!

Although no one was optimistic about Feng Ting, they had to admire his speed.

Such a speed should never appear on a martial artist.But he happened to be at the speed of a martial artist, and he seemed to be faster than last time.

"Scrub."

Fan Sanjia flipped his palm, and two streaks of spiritual power shot out like flying knives.

"Whizzing."

Feng Ting shook the phantom wings, barely avoiding it.

so close!

"Scrub."

Fan Sanjia continued to attack, still not a bold attack, but still a Kuailing attack method.

Feng Ting's dodging was also very fast, every time he looked dangerous, but he dodged them all.

(End of this chapter)