Chapter 663: The richest man in the emperor (2/2)
Ding Yuanjie smiled.
”Good! I am out of 550,000!”
Tuoba Qingfeng sneered: ”See how you follow! I will accompany you!”
”Six hundred thousand.”
Ding Yuanjie faintly said.
”you!”
Tuo Qingfeng’s face changed slightly, and Ding Yuanjie’s ambiguity made him feel a threat. Although he prepared 700,000 yuan of Jingpin Lingjing this time, 90% of them were secretly from the extension home. Brought out, I intended to play the first play, and then make up later, but now it seems that his 700,000 yuan in the spirit of the crystal, it seems not safe enough.
”You don't have to argue. This three-thousand-year-old blood-stained grass, we have black-water dragons.”
An old man slowly stood up and dismissed Ding Yuanjie and Tuo Qingfeng. Afterwards, Chao Longtian said: ”800,000 Zhongpin Lingjing!”
Eight hundred thousand……
”hiss……”
Everyone sucked a cold breath.
Black Water Dragon?
When Ning Qi heard these four words, he looked down at the old man subconsciously. Sure enough, the smell on his body was very similar to that of Blackwater Poetry!
”His grandmother...”
Tuo Qingfeng stayed in the seat.
”This……”
Ding Yuanjie’s face also showed the expression of ‘miscalculation’.
”800,000! Hahaha, it’s a black dragon, good, then...”
Long Tian laughed and planned to make a direct transaction. In his opinion, a three-thousand-year-old sulphur grass sold this price, which is already in the sky. This price is more than the time when the blood-stained grass was the most scarce. Be expensive! For those present, it is impossible for someone to bid higher than the Black Dragon.
”one million.”
The flower night rain stood up: ”One million Chinese spirits.”
One million Chinese spirits?
”Insane, this group of people is crazy, a 3,000-year-old sulphur grass in the district, selling a price higher than the 6,000-year-old sulphur grass!”
Chu Feng ridiculed the sneer.
”Who is that woman?”
”It seems to be the leader of the five poison gods...” Mu Juner said.
”Five poison gods!”
Mu Bai brows slightly wrinkled.
”A second-rate sect of the district, even took out a million Chinese spirits? How is this possible!”
Yu Wenkong’s face showed a color of thought.
”Great, this blood grass is mys!”
The flower is innocent and ecstatic, not thinking about why the flower night rain suddenly has such a huge number of Chinese products.
”Hah, I can't get the green front, and you can't get the black water dragon, Ding Yuanjie.”
Tuoba Qingfeng’s face showed a smile of gloating, big voice.
The elders of the Blackwater Dragons were a little gloomy.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, there was a voice coming from the rain and the night.
”One hundred and fifty thousand yuan in the middle of the spirit.”
Who is asking the price again!
Everyone in the same place heard the sounds of the dynasty, only to see a small fighting emperor is raising his hand, this person is not someone else, it is Ning Qi.
The look of the night rain is very gloomy.
There is no undisguised killing in the eyes of the flower.
Yu Wenkong and others are very curious.
Tuo Qingfeng was somewhat shocked.
”It's him!”
Long Yin, who has been languid on the high platform, saw Ning Qi, as if he had beaten chicken blood, his eyes were like a sword, and he was deeply stabbed to Ning Qi. His eyes were the endless hatred of that sky!
”Impossible, you are a fighting emperor, how can there be so many middle-class spirits, you are in trouble!”
Tuoba Qingfeng subconsciously shouted.
Ning Qi looked at him disdainfully and said: ”Because, I am the richest man in the Emperor. If you have no money, don't lie in front of me.”
Hey, the extension of Qingfeng heard the words, almost a spurt of old blood.