Dou Po: My disciples are all worthy of Emperor Dou Po

Chapter 818 Intense bidding!
In the main hall, there were obviously quite a few people interested in this fragmentary picture, and an old and hoarse voice sounded at that moment: "Three eighth-grade pills of six-color pills and lightnings."

"Four eight-grade pills of six-color pills."

"Five!"

In the main hall, in less than 2 minutes, the sound of bidding suddenly made the atmosphere hot.

And the auction price of the residual picture also climbed rapidly under the smiling eyes of Old Baoshan.

Almost everyone knows that the value of a residual map is far less than this amount. However, if anyone can rely on this residual map to find Jinglian Yaohuo, which ranks third on the strange fire list, then The loss of these elixir auctions is not worth mentioning.

"Brother, don't you plan to make a move?"

Qinglin tilted her head and asked Liu Ling, she knew that Liu Ling's kung fu practiced can fuse and devour different fires.

"Wait, wait until the bidding is stable, and we will make a move when there are fewer people, so as not to waste words!" Liu Ling shook her head slightly and said.

Next, Liu Ling calmed down and listened to the rising price.

Even if it was just a residual picture, it made these guys so crazy. The bidding price, under the shouts of non-commitment, rose rapidly. In less than 10 minutes, the price had become Nine six-color pills of the eighth rank.

This kind of price has already exceeded the affordability of many people, so those who bid are getting less and less, but everyone knows that the remaining guys are the real rich and powerful people.

"Five seven-color pills and eight-grade pills."

After the previous price, a slightly fiery voice suddenly sounded.

This price is undoubtedly quite high, so the hall became quieter all of a sudden, and one after another looked around following the sound, but what they saw was still only a body wrapped in a black robe. figure.

"Eight pieces!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out simply.

At this time, Liu Ling knew that it was time for him to bid.

"Humph."

Seeing Liu Ling's snatching, the person who called for the price snorted coldly, hesitated, and gritted his teeth again: "A eight-color pill and eight-grade pill!"

As soon as these words fell, there was a murmur of uproar in the hall, obviously some did not expect that this guy was willing to take out the eight-color pill and thunder for a piece of the picture.

"Three!"

It was still a faint voice, but it overwhelmed all the voices in the hall. Three such pills were not worth mentioning to Liu Ling, who is now rich and powerful.

Hearing Liu Ling's bid, that person just now finally had no choice but to give up extremely unwillingly.

"Five."

Suddenly, a voice full of coldness sounded.

Looking around where the voice came from, I saw a somewhat thin figure sitting cross-legged on a stone chair.

Under the cloak, the man's stern gaze shot towards Liu Ling like a sharp arrow. This man's strength had also reached the level of a semi-saint, but this aura could not overwhelm Liu Ling.

"Eight pieces!"

Liu Ling also let out her aura, and said in a flat voice.

Hearing Liu Ling's words, the man's face frowned. It was obvious that this kind of bidding was beyond his budget.

"Hehe, this friend is bidding for eight pills of eight-color pills, is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

Old Baoshan said with a smile.

The old man Baoshan's words made the hall silent for a while, and all eyes were all vaguely directed at the thin man who had previously bid with Liu Ling.

Facing those gazes, the skinny black-robed man also smiled coldly, and immediately said: "If you can offer a higher price for an eighth-grade pill of nine-color pill and thunder, then this residual picture will belong to you !"

(End of this chapter)