Thunder Sword God Emperor

Chapter 634 The Fat Monk Who Deceives People!

After hearing the steward's words, every martial artist was very excited, but at the same time scared.

With such a martial skill, there must be many competitors!

However, so what, even if the whole world is an enemy, such a treasure cannot be let go!
The steward saw everyone's actions in his eyes, and said with a smile: "The starting price for today's low-grade martial arts is 200 million middle-grade spirit crystals, and each increase will not be less than [-] middle-grade spirit crystals. Let's start the auction now!"

As soon as the steward finished speaking, someone called for a price.

However, no one in the hall spoke.

After all, 200 million middle-grade spirit crystals is a huge amount for these small forces and casual cultivators.

"200 million!"

"220 million!"

"230 million!"

"250 million!"

……

Amidst the fierce snatching, Deng Liyuan, the Patriarch of the Deng Family, also said, "270 million!"

He seemed to have already forgotten what happened before, and his usual arrogance and domineering reappeared in his tone.

"290 million!"

Soon, the royal family also spoke. This is a powerful person in the royal family.

At this time, Tang Chen sent a voice transmission to Ji Fangwen, asking him to participate in the bidding, and only bid. As for whether to buy it or not, it will depend on the situation at that time.

"300 million!" Ji Fangwen said loudly.

As soon as these words came out, it immediately attracted a lot of attention, and many people took a breath, secretly thinking about Fang Wen's wealth.

The fat monk looked at Ji Fangwen, and said suspiciously: "Amitabha, you really don't want to spend so many spirit crystals to bid for such a scumbag, do you?"

Ji Fangwen's head was full of black lines, and the sky-level martial arts that were crazily pursued by all major forces, in the eyes of this fat monk, turned out to be trash.

This made Ji Fangwen ridiculous!
Ji Fangwen sent a voice transmission to the fat monk: "It's just raising the price, you may not buy it!"

A hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the fat monk, his eyeballs kept rolling, and he suddenly sent a voice transmission to Ji Fangwen: "Hey, let the poor monk come to bid for you, and I promise to kill those idiots!"

Ji Fangwen was taken aback, but then his expression brightened, and he agreed.

He believed that if he played with this fat monk's cunning, he would definitely get miraculous results.

At this time, Deng Fuwei of the Deng family said: "310 million!"

As soon as Deng Fuwei's voice fell, the elders of Juetianmen's Human Sovereign Realm also bid: "320 million!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, the fat monk said impatiently, "I'll pay you 330 million, poor monk!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and the fat monk instantly became the focus of everyone.

"Monk, this is an auction jointly held by many powerful forces in the Yuan Dynasty, I hope you don't make trouble!"

The elders of the Juetianmen's Human Sovereign Realm spoke, but there was no trace of force in their words.

Because he could feel that this fat monk was very strange, his spiritual sense could not see through him, as if he was looking into a black hole.

"Amitabha, from what you said, since the poor monk is sitting here, he is here to participate in the auction! How could he make trouble?" The fat monk curled his lips.

The elder of Juetianmen was stunned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes: "Then may I ask if you have enough spirit crystals, if you can't afford the spirit crystals by then, you will be in trouble!"

The fat monk stood up and looked at the private room of the Juetian Gate: "Amitabha, I guess you are worried that the poor monk has no spirit crystals? Hehe! You don't need to worry about that, don't look at the poor monk's tattered clothes, but the spirit crystals There are plenty!"

As soon as these words came out, the elder of Juetianmen fell silent, regardless of whether what the other party said was true or not, he no longer had the right to intervene.

However, there is still a big force that insists on it, and that is the sword-based Wind Sword Valley.

"340 million!"

There was no hesitation in the voice of the owner of Wind Sword Valley.

When the fat monk heard this, a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly, "350 million!"

The martial artists on the field almost went crazy when they heard the words.

Isn't this a random price increase?
Also, does this fat monk have so many spirit crystals?

"360 million!"

The Valley Master of Wind Sword Valley still did not hesitate at all, and said sonorously.

"370 million!" The fat monk said again without thinking.

The owner of Fengjian Valley thought for a while, and then said: "380 million!"

"390 million!" The fat monk quickly bid without the slightest pause.

At this time, the owner of Fengjian Valley thought for a long time, not knowing whether to bid or not, whether it was worth it or not.

After ten breaths, he seemed to have made a very difficult decision, gritted his teeth and shouted: "400 million!"

After shouting, he looked at the fat monk with a gloomy look in his eyes. This day-level low-grade martial arts are worth at most 380 million middle-grade spirit crystals.

The bidding at this time is already his limit, if this smelly monk still bids, he will stop bidding.

He wanted to see if this smelly monk could really get so many spirit crystals.

However, unexpectedly, the fat monk suddenly laughed. He looked at the owner of Fengjian Valley and said with a smile: "Amitabha, since you like this shabby martial art so much, the poor monk will not snatch it from you."

After finishing speaking, the fat monk leaned directly on the back of the chair, and laughed wickedly.

At this time, the owner of Fengjian Valley knew that he had been tricked, and his face was very ugly. Given his disposition, he couldn't help cursing: "Damn, smelly monk, you are really not a thing, you cheated me for nothing!" Hundreds of thousands of middle-grade spirit stones! Damn it!"

Everyone also came to their senses, secretly glad that they were not tricked by this monk.

"Congratulations to Fengjiangu for gaining another swordsmanship!"

The steward smiled slightly at the private room of Fengjiangu, then glanced around at the crowd, and said, "The following is the eighth group of auction items!"

"I think everyone is looking forward to the eighth group of auction items!"

The steward paused for a while, looked at everyone's expectant eyes, and said with a smile: "The eighth group of auction items are ten fifth-order violent yuan pills!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the martial arts practitioners began to boil again.

"I think everyone knows the effect of the Violent Yuan Pill. Maybe some people will say that after using the Violent Yuan Pill, it will cause huge damage to martial arts, and it is not a good thing!"

"However, please remember that when your life is threatened, there is nothing more important than surviving, so the Baoyuan Pill will be your life-saving straw at certain times!"

Although everyone knew about the side effects of Baoyuan Pill, the tongue of the steward ignited everyone's passion.

At this time, everyone was silent, and Wu Xiu, who understood and didn't understand, was thinking about this question.

For Wuxiu, the foundation of martial arts is very important, that means how far Wuxiu's martial arts can go.

After taking Baoyuan Dan, it will cause huge damage to the foundation of martial arts, the slightest may be injury, the progress of cultivation base is slow, and the key point may be to become a useless person.

Of course, sometimes, it even directly threatens life.

However, if you don't use the Violent Yuan Pill when your life is in crisis, you will probably be killed on the spot!

So although Bao Yuan Pill is a poison pill, it still didn't affect everyone's greed for him.

(End of this chapter)