Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

As the former prince of the Xingluo Empire, his mother was the princess of the Heaven Dou Empire who was married to him, even though Hemingway was not popular due to the blood of half the enemy. But there will be no shortage of money. Especially when he fled to the sea at the age of six, his mother put all her small treasury into a storage ring and gave it to him. So at this time, he has a lot of good things in his storage ring. Among them, even if the common things like gold coins are not piled up like a mountain, at least it is enough to make him a rich man for a lifetime.

In short, Hemingway is not bad for money.

But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't even open his eyes, he still lay leisurely on the reclining chair and said, "You don't have enough money."

Hemingway said, "That's right, one hundred gold soul coins."

The middle-aged man's indistinct voice said lightly, "But my crystals are going to sell for two hundred gold soul coins."

"You..." This time Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He was about to say something, but was stopped by Hemingway's wave.

"Okay, two hundred gold soul coins."

After speaking, Hemingway took out another purse, and now he had two in his hand.

"You don't have enough money, I'm talking about five hundred gold soul coins." The middle-aged man said with the old god still present.

This time it was even more ruthless, and it was more than doubled!

Hemingway's eyes narrowed slightly, but a smile appeared on his face, and his tone remained unchanged: "Okay, five hundred gold soul coins are five hundred gold soul coins!"

He wanted to see how greedy this profiteer was.

As the saying goes, there are only three things.

Once or twice is enough, and if you continue to be greedy, Hemingway will let this guy know what will happen if you are too greedy!

Returning the two small bags of gold coins in his hand to the storage ring, he flipped his wrist and found a much larger money bag. There are no more or no less than five hundred gold soul coins.

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to say something when he saw this, but he finally held back.

Clinker, it turns out that people's greed is really endless.

A piece of rotten crystal has pitted five hundred gold soul coins, and Flender is not satisfied. Still lying on the reclining chair, he said casually: "You heard it wrong, I said one thousand gold soul coins."

three times.

The third time I changed the price and increased the price.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him,

It's like looking at the number one profiteer in the world.

When Hemingway changed his price for the third time, his expression did not change. He just said slowly, "A thousand gold soul coins, are you sure you will not change the price?"

This was the last chance he gave Flender. If he stopped at this point, he would know that it was enough. Hemingway may not have to let him go and buy this gem with a thousand gold soul coins. After all, having read the original book, he doesn't hate this character. But if you continue to be insatiable...

"Okay, take the crystal of five thousand gold soul coins." Flender said bluntly.

"Ah."

Hemingway laughed.

If you don't die, you won't die.

In the face of Flender's five times the price, he nodded lightly and said: "Okay, five thousand gold soul coins are five thousand gold soul coins. But now I don't have so much cash with me, why don't I take a treasure? Mortgage with you for the time being. How about you?"

"Oh, treasure!"

Flender opened his eyes upon hearing this, clearly showing some interest. Standing up from the reclining chair, he asked with great interest, "What kind of treasure?"

"This is it."

Hemingway gently pulled out the Seagod Trident strapped to his back, held the black and inconspicuous trident in one hand, and solemnly said: "It is said that this thing is the secret treasure of the sea, it is my travel The sea got it by accident, but I have never been able to get a glimpse of its secrets.”

"Isn't it just a fork?"

Flender looked at the black and inconspicuous Trident of the Seagod, on the surface casually. But in fact, he was very sure in his heart that this thing was definitely not ordinary. Based on his years of profiteer intuition, this thing must have a big secret! Nothing extraordinary.

Unexpectedly, a piece of broken crystal can be used to pit such a treasure today.

Make big money!

Even though he was very excited, he said casually on the surface: "This thing is nothing unusual. Forget it, let me have a look." He stretched out his hand and motioned him to throw it over to him.

"Okay, then you can take it."

A kind smile appeared on Hemingway's face, and then he gently threw the Seagod Trident... The pitch-black trident slid through a graceful parabola in the air, and finally landed firmly in the palm of Flender's outstretched palm.

Flender looked very careless. After all, this black trident was as light as wood in Hemingway's hands. Even if it was a little heavy, it must be extremely limited. Who knew that when his hand touched the thrown trident, he only felt that he was catching a mountain!

"Boom!!!"

The whole store trembled wildly!

What's more, the land of the surrounding shops is also shaking, and the whole street seems to be hit by a small earthquake!

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

A shrill scream followed.

His gaze turned back to the store.

At this time, a huge deep pit appeared in the entire store, and the surrounding cracks were all over it, and even spread to the wall... The whole house became a dilapidated and dilapidated house. It's not surprising that it seems to collapse the next moment.

And Flender, who was still in the old gods and looked like a careless master, is now kneeling in the deep pit, his right hand is bloody blurred by a black trident, and he sees that this hand has been abolished. .

Flender howled mournfully, like a humble bereaved dog. Where is the arrogance of the original profiteer.

Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking down at the mournful shop owner in the deep pit below, their eyes indifferent. This tragic scene did not fluctuate in his heart at all. Because he deserves it!

Insatiable greed, as it should be!

Is the Poseidon Trident so easy to pick up?

It weighs 108,000 catties!

Picking it up with such a heavy weight... It took only one hand to count him lucky.

"Okay, stop howling."

The smile on Hemingway's face remained unchanged, and he asked with a smile: "How about, after confirming it with my own hands, my trident can be regarded as a treasure?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My trident is a little heavy, you have to be careful when you take it." He seemed to remember something, and reminded him: "It weighs 108,000 catties."

"Damn Nima's 108,000 jins, do you think it's a bit heavy?!" The whole palm was smashed abruptly, and the pained Flender, who was almost speechless, collapsed into a deep slump. In the pit, I cursed in my heart.

He knew that this time he was planted.

Look away.

These two young people are definitely not ordinary soul masters.

Not to mention, he had never even heard of the weapon that smashed his hand to pieces. It weighs 108,000 catties, what kind of concept is this? Can anyone really pick up such a heavy weapon?

Flender knew that he had kicked the iron plate this time.