Evil Dragon Against The Heaven

"Hey, idiot. The same as the warrior, as long as you give up the original occupation, and then spend a little money, you can re-select another professional branch." The son of the sky snorted.

"It turned out that it was money to do things, and it was really good. With the strength of your grandfather, it would be easy to take this sword of the fairy spirit?"

"110 million!" The Son of Heaven did not entangle with him again. Cold face once raised the price of 100 million to another height that was scared. If he talks about bickering, he will never bury his opponent. And his sister often said a word to him - avoiding the enemy's length and attacking the enemy.

"Oh, 130 million!"

"...150 million!" shouted the son of the heavens.

"170 million!"

"...180 million!"

"200 million! Oh, cloud all over the sea, look at your expression... You don't even think that the cloud home will feel the pain of the meat?" The funeral demeanor, as if the "200 million" word is just ordinary A random number. The language is even more deeply disdainful and ridiculous.

"A good solitary city...250 million!!"

Plop... The Tianchen Square did not faint on this time and it fainted.

"Three hundred million!!"

Dangdang, just stood up and fell again.

Crazy, all crazy!

The host on the stage smiled into a crescent-shaped seam in September. Before that, Liu Yuyue had told her that this sword of the fairy spirit would certainly shoot hundreds of millions. Although she has always had great trust in Liu Yuyue, there is still a little bit of doubt in my heart... And now, this price is more than 100 million.

There are only two people who are asking for the price of the funeral **** and the son of heaven. There is no third person socket. Obviously, the bidding triggered by the sword of the fairy spirit is not the sword of the fairy spirit... They are no longer the sword of the fairy spirit, but another tit-for-tat between the two opponents.

The direct consequence of their stalemate is... whoever stops shouting first, who is the loser.

"330 million!"

"350 million!"

"Three hundred and seventy million..."

"420 million!"

"..."

"Hey, so much money, what to do is not good." Zuo Duanjun secretly shook his head. He has no idea about money, because he has never had money when he was young. But in the face of billions of figures, people who have no idea should know how exaggerated this is.

"500 million Huaxia coins... Oh! It will allow hundreds of thousands of poor children to return to the warm campus, which will turn a garbage-filled city into a green paradise, allowing the Chinese residents of the Tenth to be willing to take risks. Even if you lose your life... Oh, why do you have money in the world? I have never had a penny in my body, never. I can no longer find someone who is not tainted by money like me. "Mu Rong Qiuqi is not awkward."

Left Broken Army: "..." This mental illness is finally a bit true.

"500 million... Clouds and seas, you still don't want to fight with me. I am going to fix this fairy instrument today. Even if you are, you are not qualified to grab it from me!" Said. And his words are even more the back of the Son of Heaven.

"Idiot, my Yunjia is standing under Jinghua. My strong family is the same as that of your southern barbarians! 550 million!!" Once the two people’s battles are opened, it will be difficult to end because they will never want to be in front of so many people...especially in the auction that belongs to Liu Yuyue and must be followed by her. Suppressed. Faced with them, it is something more important than anything else.

"600 million gold coins! Clouds and seas, dare to follow? If you dare not, then go home, this is the instrument of the fairy, I still want to get back early, wasting time is a very extravagant thing." God is still as plain as ever, and compared to the ever-changing face of the Son of Heaven, he presents a calm and unsettled calm.

"700 million!"

That one by one billion, almost all of the normal players' heartbeat stopped. What is a rich man? They are fully aware today.

"Good strength! Then I am out... 800 million, huh, it’s a good number."

The Son of Heaven once again gritted his teeth. He just had to bid for the price. Suddenly his ear moved slightly and a girl’s voice came... It was the voice from his sister.

In a short sentence, let the son of the sky suddenly shake the whole body, suddenly like a cold water pouring, completely woke up, accompanied by a sudden cold wake after a sudden wake ... ... sister's words, let him know that he almost fell into The trap of the funeral god.

The impulse between impulsiveness and arrogance is really a terrible devil.

He bit his teeth and quickly picked up the talker and said in a very low voice, but enough to be heard by others: "I will... give me a card for 1 billion gold coins! Immediately!!"

Putting down the talker, he shouted coldly: "900 million!!"

Shouting out the price of 900 million, and letting people turn a billion, is it... he is prepared to spend more than a billion dollars on the price... just a device of fairy spirit! ?

Thoroughly crazy! ! !

The burial **** also picked up the talker and said indifferently: "Go, I will draw a billion gold coins... give you twenty seconds."

When the talker was put down, he smiled and slowly shouted another price: "One billion!!"

The billion-day digital auction trembled at the heart of countless players.

"Don't you dare to follow??" The funeral smile is still light and light... It seems that the price of that billion is still a simple number for him.

"No, of course not."

In the mouth of the Son of Heaven, he uttered an unexpected answer from the audience.

The Son of Heaven changed his dark and uncertain look, smiling, and even "squeaky", "squatting", and "squatting": "The instrument of Xianling is indeed precious and unparalleled, but if the price of one billion is used to develop its talents. The development of the forces, the gains obtained are far better than the ones that can't be used for too long. Since the funeral **** you are so fond of your friends, insist on taking the sword of the fairy spirit, what is my son? It’s good to win the love. The **** of burial, this sword that you used to shoot the fairy spirit of ten billion, is yours... the solitary home, it’s really rich and rich, admire, hahahaha...”

After that, when the **** of burial suddenly became stiff, the book looked like ~ book~ came to ww] under the circumstance, laughed, turned and left, and never looked back.

The change in the situation allowed the players present to stay for a while and then reacted immediately.

"...now Mr. 'Missing God' has already offered $100 million for this purple-browed sword... one billion gold coins, and which friend is willing to pay a higher price?"

Higher price? Open a joke! ! This is not ten gold coins, not 100,000 gold coins, but a billion dollars in the number of days! ! Even if everyone wants to get this sword of fairy spirit...but tm only has mental illness and will not hesitate to buy ten billion.

The burial **** is an assassin profession. Even if the sword of the fairy sword is at hand, it can't be used for its own sake. The root does not need to cost such a price... So many people know from the beginning that the burial **** is in the Son of Heaven. Provocative, and then quickly raise the price, and finally suddenly withdraw the hand when approaching the bottom line of the Son of Heaven, let him win this worthless sword of the spirits at a huge price...

However, I did not expect that at the last moment, it was not the funeral **** who suddenly let go, but it was the son of the sky...or, the funeral root had not yet had time to let go, because the order issued by the son of heaven before the transfer of one billion gold coins was allowed. People take it for granted that his bottom line has at least a billion dollars... But I didn’t expect that it was just a smoke bomb that the Son of Heaven confuses the funeral god.

This confrontation, it seems that the funeral victory, because he took the last sword of the fairy spirit ... but the discerning eye knows, in fact, the Son of Heaven is a big victory. However, the final winner is also the biggest winner, but it is the July Chamber of Commerce.

The billion-dollar auction will inevitably drop a lot in the history of the Chamber of Commerce lost in the mainland.

"One billion gold coins for the first time!"

"One billion gold coins for the second time!"

"One billion gold coins for the third time!"

“When!” hammered the sound, and shouted in September: “Congratulations to you, Mr. God, this sword of purple brakes belongs to you... Thank you for your support to our July Chamber of Commerce.”

At the moment when the golden hammer fell, the transaction was completed. The sword of the purple brake was sent to the backpack of the burial god... He buried the billion gold coins of God and transferred it to the account of the Chamber of Commerce in July.

Holding the purple sword of the hand, the funeral smiled, but it was a bitter smile. He was originally a son of a cloudy day, and the expression of the Son of Heaven and the cold sweat of his head clearly showed that he had been completely provoked by the temper... With his understanding of the Son of Heaven, he would have spared no expense. And he consumes it. But the facts were bigger than he expected, but the Son of Heaven suddenly withdrew his hand...

This is not like the style of the Son of Heaven, which is extremely impulsive and stimulating.

However, since things have been created, it will be safe to follow. The funeral **** quickly adjusted his mentality. One billion gold coins are a great loss for anyone. In the face of countless people, he took out the sword of the purple brake, and then directly traded it to the gods sitting on his right. "The stars, this is the first sword of the Chinese spirit, which is well deserved." The strongest weapon belongs to you... I hope that you can become my **** domain alliance, no, it should be the strongest sword warrior in China!!"

Countless envious eyes are concentrated on the body of the gods. One billion dollars, the most powerful sword of the most powerful spirit... The purple blade flashes the eyes of the gods, and his look remains the same, but the hands of the sword that took over the purple brakes are already shaking violently. He took it, then focused on it, and said in front of everyone: "The Lord is so loving, if I am in this way, I can't be the strongest fighter, and I don't have to leave my face with the Lord."

The funeral **** directly in front of all the people present, as well as the number of players watching the game here, determined the ownership of the sword of the purple brake, is a gift, is also a kind of spur. In that situation and the sudden and powerful touch, anyone will be **** and make a decisive oath. It’s amazing that it’s a funeral god. Even if it’s just been reversed, it’s a huge loss of one billion, but it can be adjusted so quickly, and it’s a very high-impact decision. ... is not the Son of the South.

(Well, I was reminded by the classmates of Xie **** in the book review area. I turned back and found that the front was indeed messing up the real identity of the funeral **** and the son of the sky. The amount is old. Thanks in advance. Xx classmates, then, seriously determine: the son of the sky belongs to the North Yunjia - yes, that is, the one that made Zhao Tianhua bankrupt, named Yun Sihai. The funeral **** belongs to the southern independent house, named Du Gucheng.)