Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Item 0173

"You...you deliberately acted against me, right?" Qian Bo was so angry that he almost wanted to hit someone.

"What does it have to do with you when I buy the shopkeeper's things? You are too passionate, right?" Zhou Liang smiled coldly and said lightly.

"I...huh! If you are cruel, I remember you Zhou Liang, don't let me meet you next time in the assessment!" Qian Bo threatened Zhou Liang viciously.

The essence and blood must be too much, but he can't swallow this breath!

"It's easy to talk about it, when it comes time to rely on their own ability, who loses and who wins is not necessarily!" Zhou Liang shook his head, a thief flashed in his small eyes.

"The shopkeeper, here is the bank note!" Zhou Liang handed the bank note, ready to sell.

The shopkeeper smiled and nodded. He was quite surprised to be able to shoot this price, and was already satisfied.

"Hehe, since no one has bid, then this bottle of blood will go to Young Master Zhou..."

"Wait!" The shopkeeper was interrupted before he finished speaking.

Everyone was stunned!

Turning to look around, he found that it was a Tongdian disciple who spoke!

After a moment of silence, some people shook their heads and sneered, and some even lowered their faces, and sarcasm and contemptuous eyes fell on Jiang Tian one after another.

A hillbilly in the Bronze Palace would dare to blend in with this auction?

One hundred fifty thousand taels of silver is not a small sum for the disciples of the main courtyard, can he get it?

"Hehe, Lingluo in the Spiritual Construction Realm also wants to get involved in the blood of the second-level monsters, I'm quite knowledgeable!"

"Huh, it's really time to shout, did he deliberately make trouble?"

"Boy, you can afford it when you're full, so what do you mix with here? What should you do!"

Everyone looked at each other, feeling extremely ridiculous, and laughed at one after another.

Zhou Liang frowned slightly: "What does this brother mean?"

Jiang Tian said lightly: "Bid."

"Huh?" Zhou Liang snorted coldly, a gloomy expression in his small eyes.

Qian Bozheng was depressed, and couldn't help it at this time. From the very beginning, he felt bad when he met Jiang Tian, ​​and now he looks more and more unpleasant.

If it hadn't been for Jiang Tian to stand in the way, things might not have had so many twists and turns, and because Zhou Liang dug a pit and ambushed him, he became more and more angry.

"Bronze Hall boy, what are you talking about, haven't you heard the auction price?"

Jiang Tian didn't feel anything to this kind of self-righteous and manic temperament. He smiled coldly and muttered "Silly Ratio" silently in his heart, completely lazy to talk.

The shopkeeper of the auction shop looked unhappy.

There are so many things that the disciples of the main courtyard can't grab. You, a disciple of the Tongdian Temple, follow along with something. Isn't this a waste of time?

"This little brother, the price of this bottle of blood is too high for you, and you won't be able to use it at all at your cultivation level, so don't delay our auction here."

He didn't believe that Jiang Tian could come up with enough silver. Fortunately, he spoke relatively tactfully. He didn't directly express the disgust in his heart, but his brows were wrinkled and the corners of his slanted mouth clearly revealed disdain.

"Treasurer, don't talk nonsense with him, take the silver ticket, and bring the blood!" Zhou Liang looked at Jiang Tian for a moment, shook his head and smiled, no longer had any concerns.

Obviously, Jiang Tian was just messing around. How could a poor copper temple disciple like him get more silver?

If the money were to be used as a spiritual realm pill, it would be enough for him to spend a year or two!

Jiang Tian looked around the crowd and sighed softly, and said leisurely: "Two hundred thousand!"

Suddenly quiet in front of the auction shop!

It was so quiet that everyone could only hear the gasp, and even the pounding heartbeat.

Everyone was dumbfounded, surprised and speechless.

The corners of Qian Bo's eyes twitched, his face became very stiff, his eyes were full of shock and incredible.

Zhou Liang's brows were frowned, and his eyes were extremely cold.

He has always had a deep and sophisticated mind. This time he thought he was sure of winning the auction, but he never expected someone to hide deeper than him.

He even felt that he had been spied on for a long time but he didn't know it, which made him very uncomfortable, even a little jealous.

The shopkeeper was also stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but he didn't expect this copper temple disciple to dare to bid, and the exit was an amazing number!

After a moment of dead silence, everyone suddenly reacted.

This disciple of the Bronze Temple, is it too big to brag, right?

How could he get two hundred thousand taels of silver?

"I think this kid is sick!"

"Even if you want to make trouble, you can't do it like this!"

"Come on, this **** will definitely not be closed, someone will clean him up."

Everyone was very disdainful, even mocking, and ranting constantly.

The shopkeeper swallowed and frowned, "Isn't you kidding me, little brother?"

"Of course not!" Jiang Tian said without hesitation.

"Okay, very good!" The shopkeeper nodded his head, but his expression was not much relaxed.

It's okay if Jiang Tian can really take out the silver, but if he can't take it out, it will be broken.

Zhou Liang and Qian Bo were disrupted and slapped in the face. They would definitely not be able to swallow this breath. Then they would probably leave them, and this auction would be ruined because of this. This was not what he wanted to see.

The shopkeeper sighed, with a trace of resentment in his eyes, biting his head and continuing to preside over the auction.

"Two hundred thousand, are there any follow-ups?"

He no longer expects others to increase prices. Two hundred thousand taels is a sky-high price for a bottle of Crimson Scale Flood Essence Blood. Who will continue to increase the price?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Liang stared at Jiang Tian for a long time, his face grew gloomy, but he never increased the price.

This price is also unacceptable to him, he would rather think of another way than to fight this stunned head.

The shopkeeper of the auction shop sank, and the whole person was a little bad.

Seeing Zhou Liang's reaction, he knew that things were going to be bad. Once Jiang Tian couldn't produce so much money, Zhou Liang would definitely leave him, and would not buy more than 150,000 taels.

And Qian Bo, who has been slapped repeatedly, is even less likely to take this pot, otherwise he will only become the laughing stock of everyone.

"Is there no one to follow up?" The shopkeeper still had some illusions, hoping that a guy with no bad money would suddenly come out to take the pot, but no one responded.

He gritted his teeth helplessly, and solemnly said: "In this case, the blood of the Scarlet Scale Flood Dragon belongs to this little brother, 200,000 taels, let's get it!"

He was really worried that Jiang Tian would not be able to get the money.

At this moment, Qian Bo put his hands on his back, and Zhou Liang stepped back a few steps, putting his hands on the sidelines.

Their meaning is obvious, this matter has nothing to do with me, everything is caused by this kid, and when he can't get the money, don't think we can take the pot again.

Don't do this kind of unlucky errand!

The shopkeeper's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help his anger.

Make a good bid, what is the situation that you hillbilly jumped out...Huh?

The shopkeeper suddenly shrank his eyes, his face was shocked, and he looked at Jiang Tian in surprise!

Everyone looked at him in surprise, their mouths twitching, and their faces were unconvinced and unbelievable.