Fighting Against the Odds: Teaching a Disciple Returns Ten Thousand Times, Dan Emperor Gu He

After a boring wait in the private room of 녢河놇, the auction venue was finally full.

After waiting for another moment, a crisp chime of a bell resounded slowly throughout the auction house.

And as the bell rang, the extremely noisy noise in the venue gradually weakened, and countless eyes were cast on the crystal auction table in the middle, eyes full of fire.

At this moment, Miter Tushan, who had appeared in the treasure appraisal room earlier, slowly stepped onto the crystal auction stage.

Seeing Miter Tushan appear, the originally noisy auction suddenly became quiet, and everyone in the auction turned their attention to him.

"Haha, everyone, I must be a little impatient with waiting. In that case, I won't say any more official words to irritate you."

On the crystal auction stage of Miter-Tushan Station, he looked at the dark crowd of people in the venue with a smile. Finally, his dark eyes swept over the forces in the private room, and the loud voice echoed in the venue.

As an experienced auctioneer, he clearly knew what the people below wanted to see and what they didn't want to see, so the nonsense about the opening ceremony was directly thrown away by him, but it was true.

The old man's move indeed won the applause of the whole house, and even Lian Dahe nodded slightly.

"As the first auction house in the Jia Ma Empire, I think our Miter Auction House will definitely not disappoint you this time." Thinking of the sixth-grade Dou Ling Dan that was just listed as the finale, Mi Tel Auction House Ter~Tushan's tone was somewhat self-confident.

Afterwards, Mitel Tushan clapped his hands lightly and said loudly: "I announce that the Mitel auction will begin now!"

As Miter Tushan's loud voice fell, the huge crystal platform suddenly erupted into a dazzling bright light. After a long while, the bright light gradually disappeared.

On the crystal stage, at the auction table in front of Miter Tushan, there is a blue long sword. Under the illumination of the light, it reflects a cold luster. Looking at the traces of energy flowing on the sword, it is obvious that this It is a magic nuclear weapon carefully forged by famous masters.

"This sword is called Han Feng, and it is made of cold iron. It can be said to be as sharp as cutting iron, and it is perfectly inlaid with a 꺘 grade ice magic core. If a person who practices water and ice attributes holds it against the enemy, The power will definitely be improved to the next level. It is a magical weapon, but it is a must-have item when going out. If you are interested, don't be stingy with the money in your pocket. Money is of course valuable, but it has to be lived to enjoy it, right? ”

Miter Tushan held the long blue sword in his hand. The sword shook, and a faint cold air rose up, forming a faint white air. He turned his head and looked into the auction house, and said with a smile: "The lowest price." Wan, please.”

"Magic nuclear weapon?"

Looking at the sword on the crystal auction table, 녢he murmured.

The long sword is his preferred weapon, but unfortunately this long sword has an ice attribute, which conflicts with his fire attribute. Otherwise, he could buy it and give it to his disciples.

Thinking of this, 녢He had no intention of bidding.

There were not many items on the list that he liked.

Except for the monster egg and a medicinal plant at the back, he was basically not interested.

Of course, although 녢He is not interested, it certainly does not mean that others are not interested. For a fighter, a useful weapon is like a medicine cauldron in the hands of an alchemist. It is a person who eats. Therefore, Mitte Er~ As soon as Tushan finished speaking, the auction house was filled with the sound of non-stop bidding.

The first bidding lasted for a few minutes before it was bought by a thin man with excitement on his face for 굛꾉 10,000 gold coins.

놇After the first auction went smoothly, dazzling treasures, armors, fighting skills, exercises, medicinal materials, etc. began to appear on the auction stage.

Sitting on the soft chair, 녢he calmly watched the others fighting for it, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for the auction items behind.

And just like 녢he, no one bid in the private rooms of several top aristocratic families in 놇.

For them, the items that appeared in front were not enough to attract them.

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A private room owned by the Nalan family.

The old Nalan Jie looked at the scene at the auction with a somewhat dull expression.

"This Mittel auction house is getting more and more boring."

Looking at the items being auctioned on the auction stage, Nalan Jie looked a little bored.

"If it weren't for that 꾉-level magical beast egg, I wouldn't be interested in this auction at all."

Thinking of the 꾉-level magic beast eggs, Nalan Jie reluctantly cheered up.

If a 꾉-level monster egg is properly cultivated, it can become a fighting king-level creature in the future.

Nalan Jie bought this 꾉-level magical beast egg mainly for his granddaughter Nalan Yanran.

Thinking of Nalan Yanran, Nalan Jie could not help but reveal a happy smile on his face.

It is definitely a great joy for the Nalan family that their granddaughter has become a disciple of the head of the Yunlan Sect.

Not to mention that Nalan Yanran has been named the next successor of Yunlan Sect by Yun Yun.

Once Nalan Yanran becomes the head of the Yunlan Sect, the strength of the Nalan family will definitely be qualitatively improved.

By that time, I am afraid that the Jiama royal family will not dare to take action against the Nalan family easily.

"Oh, it's such a pity for that boy from the Xiao family."

Thinking of the incident a few days ago when Nalan Yanran went to Xiao's house to break off the engagement despite her own objections, the smile on Nalan Jie's face slowly disappeared.

"When Yanran comes back next time, I will definitely teach her a lesson." Thinking of Nalan Yanran who had been hiding in Yunlan Sect and didn't dare to go home after she broke off the engagement, Nalan Jie showed a trace of anger on his face.

At this moment, Nalan Jie frowned and showed a trace of pain on his face.

A faint gray-black color flashed across Nalan Jie's face.

"Damn it, it's happening again!"

Nalan Jie hurriedly used his fighting spirit to suppress it, and the gray-black color on his face slowly disappeared.

"This branding poison is getting worse and worse, I don't know how long I can hold on."

Feeling the situation in his body, a trace of painful memories flashed across Nalan Jie's face.

Four years ago, he had fought with a highly poisonous 1st-level monster, the Iron Poison Seal Mang. Although he killed it in the end, he was unfortunately injected into his body by the latter with a terrifying toxin, the branding poison.

After checking the data about the power of this poison, Nalan Jie's face suddenly darkened.

According to the records, there are many sixth-level monsters that were killed by the branding poison seal. If it weren't for the fact that their number is so rare that it can be ignored, I'm afraid many strong people on the continent would be shocked by this poison.

Over the years, relying on his strong fighting spirit, he has been suppressing the poison, but as he gets older, the rebound of the poison is getting stronger and stronger.

Nalan Jie has a hunch that it won't be long before the branding poison in his body will completely erupt.

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