Fantasy: I Can Summon Villains As Thugs

The people in the Taixuan Supreme Dojo were also touched by it. Seeing the two people's almost desperate slashing luck, it was like madmen, especially the holy son of Taihang Mountain had already slashed four times.

If it cuts again, it is estimated that the soldiers will be disbanded on the spot, and they will fly up on the spot.

His condition was too weak, as if he had suffered from a serious illness and was dispirited. His body was showing unprecedented vanity, his complexion was frighteningly pale, and his eyes were sunken. young people.

It’s already counted as the fifth cut!” The people in Taixuan Supreme Daoist said silently, the last time the Holy Son of Taihang Mountain competed for enlightenment and slashed at the cliff. I'm afraid I'll die if I cut one.

Xia Ren, who had been stabbed four times, also sat there weakly and sluggishly. He was ready for the fifth stabbing, but when he noticed the situation of the Shengzi in Taihang Mountain not far away, he felt compassion

"boom!"

There are scriptures chanting in my heart to try to suppress this compassion. People who practice are acting against the sky. If the opponent dies, there will be one less competitor. This should be a great joy. Why does compassion arise?

It's just that the state of the Holy Son of Taihang Mountain is too weak. If he resists one more blow, the opponent's blood will surely keep up with the next blow. Then it is not a competition, but a person who should have a chance to become the supreme person is forced to death. . 283

"Forget it!"

Sighing silently in the bottom of my heart, I no longer stepped forward.

The Holy Son of Taihang Mountain gave a hoarse smile silently. It wasn't that he didn't want to laugh, but he didn't even have the energy to make a sound. He was trying to restore himself to at least have the possibility of bidding.

Jiang Mingzhe's eyes showed complexity, heartache, pity, and reluctance. It is precisely because he understands why the Holy Son did this that he is so heartbroken. To pay such a price for Taihang Mountain, even if he enters the ancestral land of Taihang Mountain, he must.

"What's the use!" Shen Yi said coldly and ruthlessly.

Touching others, touching himself, what use is it to this competition, since he is determined to compete for such a thing, he will naturally not repeat the same mistakes, and ruthlessly said: "You can continue!"

Xia Ren took a deep breath, glanced at Yi's position from the corner of his eye, and stared at the auction platform in front of him, revealing incomparable sincerity and longing.

"One hundred million points of luck!"

He has ten million luck points in ten years.

Originally, there were 50 million points of luck.

Cut four knives.

total.

170 million luck points.

It is also all his belongings.

"One hundred and ten million points of luck!" the Holy Son of Taihang Mountain said weakly, his eyes were also filled with unparalleled longing, and even in his own state, he no longer expected to take this thing to enlighten and change his destiny, but only hoped that the mountain master After getting it, practice near the auction house instead of far away.

"120 million luck points!"

"130 million luck points!"

"140 million luck points!"

This was a competition between the Holy Son of Taihang Mountain and Xia Ren of Jixia Academy. After Shen Yi had a competition, he always watched it coldly, giving them a chance and space to compete.

The whole auction house was very quiet. Knowing how much the two had paid to compete for this fairy scripture, they really couldn't bear to intervene and interfere. They knew that whoever got it among the two would be beheaded immediately.

Sudden loss of two hundred years of luck.

Still a young man.

I can't bear it!

The last residual heat.

"150 million luck points!"

"160 million luck points!"

"170 million luck points!"

The two spoke in unison, this is the limit they can offer, but they all fell silent in unison, the limit is reached...they can no longer bid, Chen Chen.

Xia Ren from Jixia Academy raised his head weakly, his eyes filled with longing. Since the winner could not be determined at this time, the next blow would definitely be cut, and the previous benevolence disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Taihang Mountain Shengzi (bjag) expressed sadness, he was no longer impulsive just now, even if he cut the knife in the past, he might die even if the knife fell, and he would not even have the opportunity to bid, which would only add a bit of sadness.

Shen Yi glanced indifferently, and said lightly: "Don't be so embarrassing, 180 million luck points!"

"Wow!"

The entire auction house was silent, and I don't know how many people looked at it, with surprise and horror in their eyes. They had previously guessed that Shen Yi and the little blind man would have a luck of at most 30 million in ten years. "Could it be...more terrifying?

Shenyi's indifferent expression showed indifference. He is indeed lucky to be 30 million in ten years, but he is enough to withstand seventy years of luck, which is twenty years more than ordinary people. After all... This is someone who has a chance to become an emperor, shoulders the great luck, and will not be defeated on the spot after seventy years of luck, and will become a feather and soar.

"...!"

The corners of Xia Ren's lips twitched at Jixia Academy.

"200 million points of luck!" Youyou's voice completely crushed Xia Ren's thoughts. Even if he slashed once or even twice, he couldn't take it down. In a panic, he opened his mouth and sprayed thick blood, and fell into a coma.

"Huh?" Shen Yi frowned. The one who still has the qualifications to compete with him is naturally his dear brother. Before Chong Tong stared at him coldly, he would definitely choose to make a fool of himself.

Give this fairy scripture to my cousin.

Killing and cutting off.

But having experienced the Divine Phoenix's treasure technique made him hesitate, worried that this dear brother would have other means, if another willow leaf appeared to block him, he would be really dumb and eat coptis, and he would not be able to express his suffering.

Actually.

At the moment when Shen Yi was hesitating and thinking, even the little blind man expressed anxiety. He already wondered if his cousin was going to trick him again. After being robbed, he was as depressed as the native.

"Two hundred and ten million!" Shen Yi took a deep breath, and said a limit number. In the end, he still dare not gamble, for fear that he cannot bear the consequences. Dear brother thus rises.

The little blind man was silent.

The Holy Son of Taihang Mountain was silent.

Everyone else was silent.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Only the sound of the auction mallet falling on the table made a crisp sound. This second fairy scripture had twists and turns, but I didn't expect it to still fall into the hands of Shen Yi in the end. It's just curious that... this knife, Can Shen Yi bear it?

Seventy years of luck.

Even a person as talented as Shen Yi can't bear it. Even if he barely bears it, his luck will attenuate. .