Chapter 582 (1/2)

”Sorry, I don't have a good memory. People who are not familiar with it can't remember it!”

There are some threats in the words of a hundred Li Changkong. What Jiang Ming hates most is that others threaten him. He chokes back without hesitation.

”Good, good. In that case, I'll teach you a long memory today.”

Jiang Ming's words blocked the steps of the hundred mile sky, which made him angry. He stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Ming's head.

I saw that a faint halo was emitted from the palm of a hundred Li Long sky, and a fierce force came out from above, and the air was beaten to make bursts of air bursts.

”Shadowless palm!”

Seeing Bai Li Changkong's attack, Jiang Ming does not wait to die. He mobilizes the energy in his body to gather in his palms. His palms move slightly. In an instant, he shoots out four or five palms and flies out of the sky.

The strength of a hundred Li Changkong is at the level of nine stars in Huangwu territory, and Jiang Ming is at the level of five stars, which is four different levels.

However, the martial spirit of the hundred Li Changkong is only xuanlevel. In addition, most of his strength is promoted by pills, which makes his foundation unstable.

Jiang Ming has two martial spirits, one is hunxu level and the other is Hun emperor level. The vitality absorbed by Jiang Ming is extremely strong, which is not comparable to that of a hundred Li Long sky.

You know, although he only has the strength of the five-star peak in the Huangwu realm, he is not vain to meet the experts in the Xuanwu realm.

”Poof ~”

after being hit by one hand, he spat blood out of his mouth and stared at Jiang Ming with hatred.

”Go away!”

Jiang Ming said coldly to the long air.

”Well, you wait.”

The sky covered the chest, wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and turned away.

Seeing Bai Li Changkong leave, Jiang Ming does not continue to wait, turns around and goes.

”Young Xia, you have not paid for the Elven slaves you want.”

Jiang Minggang turned to leave. The boss of the slave shop was a little anxious, so he ran after him to face Jiang Ming.

”Sorry, I won't buy it.”

Jiang Ming slowly turns around and sneers.

In fact, a slave of the elves is not worth a million gold coins, even 500000 gold coins. You know, the market price of a local martial arts skill is only more than 1 million gold coins. No matter how expensive an elf slave is, it can't exceed this price, unless the strength of the spirit reaches the metaphysical realm.

The reason why there was no counter-offer at the beginning was that he was in a good mood and he had money to buy it.

Now it's different. The boss's treachery and the ”hundred mile long sky” make such a fuss, how can he be a champion again.

Even he had some doubts that Baili Changkong was entrusted by the boss. He was just a beginner. Although he didn't know the price of these slaves, he certainly knew.

He dares to come out and bid with him. Either he is entrusted by the boss, or the spirit is unique.

In fact, he did not know that the spirit was unique, and the sky did see this, but the most important thing was that he took a fancy to the beauty of the spirit, which was not entrusted by the boss.

”Young Xia, I was wrong before. In this way, the spirit slave of 800000 gold coins will be yours.” The boss flattered.

”No interest.”

With that, Jiang Ming raised his feet and walked forward.

The boss gritted his teeth and said to Jiang Ming, ”young Xia, this spirit has reached the level of seven stars in the Huangwu realm. Moreover, she is the owner of illusory eyes rarely seen in the elves. In addition, she is of excellent beauty. How about 600000 gold coins

”If you sell it, you can take it away. If you don't sell it, don't bother me.” Jiang Ming turned to the boss in a cold voice.