Invincible Bloodline

"Seven million low-grade spirit stones, the number two VIP from the Chu family has seven million low-grade spirit stones. Is there any bidders? This is the last set of Mo Jingguo..."

"Ten million low-grade spiritual stones!!!"

"One... 10 million low-grade spirit stones, Tianzi No. 6 VIP bid 10 million low-grade spirit stones, 10 million low-grade spirit stones for the first time..." Lan Qinmei said The voice was a little trembling. You must know that the price of a top-grade treasure is only one to two million low-grade spiritual stones. Tens of millions of low-grade spiritual stones can be enough to buy nearly ten top-grade treasures.

"Hey, Patriarch Wuhou has made a move, it seems that these thirty ink essence fruits are not destined for me!!!"

"That's it! I will quit now!!!"

"Hey! Patriarch Wuhou, I can't offend you!!!"

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In the Dizi VIP room, all the big guys sighed and stopped bidding. Not to mention that their worth was far inferior to that of the ancestor Wuhou. Even if their worth was not bad, they would never dare to offend an ancestor Wuhou. Martial Master, Wuhou The difference of one word is the difference of cloud and mud. If a Wuhou Patriarch is slapped in the face, they will be the only ones who suffer in the end. If they are not careful, their own lives will be at risk, and their respective families may even be implicated. ! ! !

"For the second time with ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, if no one continues to bid, the last thirty Mojing fruits will belong to VIP No. 6 of Tianzi..."

"The old man is also here to join in the fun, eleven million low-grade spirit stones!!!" A slightly ethereal voice floated from the VIP room of No. 7 Tianzi.

"Eleven million low-grade spiritual stones. VIP No. 7 Tianzi bids 11 million low-grade spiritual stones. Do you want to continue bidding..." An excited blush flashed across Lan Qinmei's face. , the ancestor of Wuhou is the ancestor of Wuhou, far from being comparable to a bone forging martial artist, one increase in price is a million spirit stones.

"Twenty million low-grade spiritual stones!!!"

"Two... 20 million low-grade spirit stones, the VIP room of Tianzi No. 6 bids for 20 million low-grade spirit stones, is there any higher..." Lan Qinmei's voice was high , indescribable excitement, after such a sky-high price, the trouble Chu Shijie had caused her before was no longer a problem.

"Brother Lin, I won't win anyone's love anymore!!!" In the VIP room of Tianzi No. 7, an old man with white hair and childish face and a fairy-like spirit chuckled and chose to give up. The other party suddenly raised the price of tens of millions of low-grade spiritual stones. , already it was certain to win these thirty Black Essence Fruits, and if he continued to bid, Chi Guoguo would not give the other party face. Although he said he was not afraid, he would offend a fourth-level Heavenly Warrior for a mere thirty Black Essence Fruits. Hou, but it’s not necessary! ! !

"Mr. Mo, thank you very much!!!"

"Twenty million low-grade spiritual stones for the second time...Twenty million low-grade spiritual stones for the third time. Congratulations to VIP No. 6 Tianzi for obtaining this set of thirty Black Essence Fruits!!!"

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"Yes, yes. Thirty Black Essence Fruits have sold for 20 million low-grade spiritual stones. Are you selling some Black Essence Fruits?" Yang Fan was slightly moved. He still has more than 500 Black Essence Fruits, so he will sell one more. Dozens of them would not have much impact on her parents' cultivation.

However, after thinking about it, he gave up the idea. The temporary increase in the number of items to be auctioned obviously broke the rules of Longxiang Pavilion. The other party may not agree to it. Besides, in addition to the black ink fruit, he also sent several important treasures for auction. Even if he didn't If you continue to auction the Black Ink Fruit, you will be able to collect enough spirit stones.

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"The treasure to be auctioned next is a golden python blood ginseng, and it is an 800-year-old golden python blood ginseng..."

"What? It's actually a Golden Python Blood Ginseng, or an 800-year-old Golden Python Blood Ginseng. No matter what, I'm going to take this Golden Python Blood Ginseng!!!"

In the VIP room of Tianzi No. 2, a thin old man with a sallow complexion and full of illness, as if a gust of wind could blow him to the ground. A sharp light flashed in his turbid eyes. Master Ku Yuan - the Supreme Master of the Purple Spirit Sect One of the elders and one of the only two high-level Wuhou in this auction. He is now over 800 years old. If he cannot successfully break through to the eighth level of Wuhou, he will only have about ten years of life left at most. But if he wants to How difficult it is to break through to the eighth level of heaven. Even if it takes only ten years, even if he is given fifty years, he will not have much confidence that he will be able to advance smoothly.

And this Golden Python Blood Ginseng has undoubtedly become his life-saving straw. Every hundred years of Golden Python Blood Ginseng can increase his life span by ten years. Eight hundred years of Golden Python Blood Ginseng can increase his life span by eighty years, which is nearly 80 years. After a hundred years of hard training, he never thought he would be able to take that step, step into the realm of the eighth heaven, and then he would be able to add another fifty years to his life! ! !

The longer you live, the more you fear death. This is not unreasonable! ! !

"Whoever dares to snatch this golden python blood ginseng from me is my mortal enemy!!!"

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"Okay! Okay! Okay! I didn't expect to meet this golden python blood ginseng. What luck, it's really my luck!!!" In the VIP room of Tianzi No. 3, there is a face that looks like he is in his thirties at most, but he is over 10 years old. The middle-aged man with unusually silver hair said "good words" three times in a row, "Liu Hua, the supreme elder of Tianyi Sect, the sixth level peak Wuhou, although he is only over three hundred years old, he is His lifespan is short, less than fifty years. A hundred years ago, he fought with a low-level demon commander. Although he succeeded in killing him with the sword, he was also seriously injured. He was also wasted due to the use of forbidden techniques. For more than half his life, that silver hair is the witness of that shocking battle! ! !

"Golden Python Blood Ginseng, I am bound to win it!!!"

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"The starting price is 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than 1,000 low-grade spiritual stones..."

As soon as Lan Qinmei finished speaking, Chu Shijie in the VIP room at Dizi No. 1 couldn't wait to make an offer and said, "One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones, please give me the Chu family face, Shijie can't thank you enough!!!"

An ordinary seventh-level heavenly martial artist can only live for two hundred years. Chu Linghe is now more than 150 years old. In addition, Nangong Qingfeng's previous crushing has depleted a lot of his vitality, leaving him My lifespan has been reduced sharply for more than ten years. If there are no adventures, I am afraid that I will not survive for twenty years! ! !

"The paralyzed one is coming again!!!"

"His mother's, how big is your face!!!"

"Little bastard, I see you have never died!!!"

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The crowd in the auction house is very excited, and countless people are on the verge of breaking out. Pull a horse, look at how spoiled you are, once is not enough, if you do it again, you really think you can shit and pee on my head! ! !

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On the auction stage.

"It's too much! It's really too much!" Lan Qin's charming breasts rose and fell sharply. Those huge breasts seemed to be about to break through the restraints and jump out at any time. This shit-stirring stick really gave him three points. Color, just open a dyeing workshop. You really think that their Longxiang Auction House has no one, right? Your Chu family has a high-level Wuhou sitting in charge, but our Longxiang Auction House doesn’t have a Wuhou?

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In the front row, seat number thirty-six.

Yang Fan's face turned cold instantly, and the joy of the Black Jing Fruit being sold at a sky-high price suddenly disappeared, "This kid really wants to die!!!"

This 800-year-old Golden Python Blood Ginseng is not something else. It is the Golden Python Blood Ginseng that he picked when he first entered the Demon Spirit Secret Realm. However, now in his Qiankun Bag, the thousand-year-old Golden Python Blood Ginseng is There are several of them, but some of them look down on the Golden Python Blood Ginseng, which is only 800 years old. The Golden Python Blood Ginseng is different from the Black Ink Essence Fruit. It is only effective when taken for the first time. Any more are useless! ! !

Speaking of which, I have to thank General Qingjiao. Those golden python blood ginseng that are thousands of years old were all obtained from his warehouse. What is somewhat unbelievable is that the golden python blood caused countless warriors to fight for their heads and blood. The ginseng was thrown into a corner of the treasury by General Qingjiao like rubbish. There was no other way. Long lifespan was a matter of willfulness. Descendants of divine beasts like them could live for nearly 10,000 years in the Demon General realm. Once they stepped into the Demon Commander realm, their longevity Tens of thousands of years have been recorded, and a mere hundred years is really nothing! ! !

As soon as he thought about it, Yang Fan wanted to teach Chu Shijie a bloody lesson. Taking advantage of my influence, he also wanted to forcefully buy my things and repay his grandma more than once. He really thought that Yang Fan was the dog raised by their Chu family. ah! ! !

But it’s not yet time for Yang Fan to take action.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." A cough suddenly swept out from VIP Room No. 2. The sound of this cough was not loud, just vague. , and even smelled like a gossamer breath, but in Chu Shijie's ears, it felt like a heavy hammer was hitting his soul hard.

"ah!!!"

With an extremely miserable scream, Chu Shijie's whole body felt like a puddle of mud, and he collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven holes, and twitching non-stop! ! !

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: My high school classmate is getting married tomorrow, so the update will be a little late. Please bear with me. There are so many things going on this month! ! !