Comprehensive Manga Poison Milk Powder Sword Soul

"How many people are there in the Sword God Realm?"

"Let's not talk about Sword God, there are not more than 10 Sword Saints."

"Silan, Bugawan, GSD, Forrest Gump, Oscar, Bath, Kane"

"And the only one who has reached the sword god realm is Liang Yue!"

"Every NPC in the poisoned milk powder who has reached the Sword Saint Domain has his own legend, and the two who have reached the Sword God Domain have left behind various myths?"

"I'm also a Sword God, but what about me? Why am I so...cowardly?!"

"Shouldn't be! Not normal! I never knew how strong I was!"

"I didn't really recognize my own strength and buried my strength!"

"Before, as a Sword God, I could only exert the strength of a demigod, but now! I recognize my true power, and I will definitely be able to listen to the will of God and enter the realm of God with a non-God body!"

"The realm of the gods belonging to the sword god realm!"

"It's time to raise the banner of revolution!!!!!!"

His eyes were filled with endless fighting intent, and at this moment, Che Shenhao was on fire!

So, Sister Pao slammed Su Hao with all her strength as if she was venting. Not only did it not hurt Su Hao, but it woke Su Hao up and made him truly realize how powerful he is!

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An episode passed quickly, and the two came to an empty place through a dark passage in the basement.

There are dozens of teenagers standing here. They are all wearing ordinary clothes. The only feature is that (bfcc) their pockets are bulging. They are turning their heads and looking around, looking around carefully, as if they are looking for something.

These dozens did not have any conversations, but stood in different places, constantly looking at other people's pockets, and then drew their own pockets. When they found that the other's pockets were not as thick as their own, their eyes revealed A touch of pride and triumph.

And those with "dry" pockets found that those who were richer than themselves all had expressions of anxiety and fear on their faces.

But soon they showed a look of reassurance. When they saw Su Hao and Misaka Mikoto entering the venue, they found that their pockets were more "dry" than their own, squinted them with contempt, snorted with great disdain, and turned their eyes away. Transfer to the stage.

There was an ordinary MP3 on the stage, and next to it stood a few handsome and cool looking men who looked fierce.

From their clothes and their anxious faces, Su Hao analyzed that those thugs should be placed there to prevent someone from grabbing the "Fantasy Hand", while the dozens of people gathered under the stage should be low-powered ones. And the incompetent, in order to bid for the "Fantasy Master".

"Su Hao, if we join forces, we should be able to stun them before they can react!" Misaka Mikoto saw at a glance that this was an auction venue by looking at the surrounding arrangement. The trumpeter, with both her and Su Hao's LV5 strength, can easily bring down everyone present.

"Didn't you say that a lot of people who use Phantasm are going to the hospital, and Phantasm is still on sale so far?"

"That is to say, fantasy masters can be mass-produced, and even if we destroy their auction site, they can continue to produce fantasy masters for auction in other places."

"So! We will use this opportunity to quietly put the bug and tracker on the person in charge of the auction, and then follow him to find the den where the fantasy hand is produced and destroy the production line of the fantasy hand in one fell swoop!"

"Well! You're right, I'm really too impulsive."

After listening to Su Hao's explanation, Misaka Mikoto nodded and smiled at Su Hao.

Is it really a professional "strip"?So thoughtful.

Misaka Mikoto was not making trouble, she was as quiet as a submissive kitten, her eyes scanned back and forth, as if she was looking for the person in charge of the auction.

Soon, Misaka Mikoto found a man in a luxurious black suit who looked anxious and had opened a door, and was escorted by more than a dozen men with vicious faces to the stage.

OK, it's awesome from here, the protagonist Sword Lord God's strength is fully exerted, and the air is coming every second day after second! .

Chapter Seventeen

The bad guy in the suit stood on the stage and took the MP3 player in his hand, his eyes swept away from the dozens of people in the audience.

"The effect of the Fantasy Master has been obvious to all for a while now, so I won't introduce too much about the effect. Now the auction starts!"

"One hundred thousand!"

Just as his voice fell, a fat guy who looked a little anxious immediately made an offer.

"One hundred twenty thousand……"

"One hundred and fifty thousand……"

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Immediately after the auction, the price of Fantasy Master immediately exceeded its original market price, reaching 100 million yen-yuan!

That is, at this time, no one continues to quote, which should be more than double the market price!

The person in charge looked around at the dozens of people in the audience, and then he raised his hammer and tapped on the table, raising his voice and shouting, "Fantasy Royal Hand has been out of stock recently! According to the production speed, it will take a month to build the next batch of Fantasy Royal Hand. , don't you want to experience superpowers? Experience powerful power? Experience the power to resist the discipline committee and the "stripe"? Are you willing to swallow your breath and wait another month to become a superpower?"

"150 million!"

"180 million!"

"200 million!!"

"300 million!!!"

……

After the person in charge got off the stage with some words, the people who bid for the fantasy master continued, until the quotation reached 500 million, and the price jumped from 100 million to 500 million before they stopped!

"Five million once!"

"Five million twice!"