Opening Auction Desolate Ancient Sacred Body

Four million holy points...

Martial Saint fell silent all of a sudden, which was different from others, if it was within his tolerance for two or three years, but if it was too much, even he couldn't bear it.

Heaven Martial Saint Earth is different from other forces, the Holy Son is not the only one.

And he belongs to the top one, but if there is an accident in the middle, someone will take the top, if he loses five years of luck, even if he is in Sacred Land Closed Door Training for five years, it will be a big change when he comes out again. With a huge change in voice, it is very likely to become a supporting role!

"It's not worth it!" the angel thought silently.

Shoot!

Shoot!

What the hell are you bidding for?

Martial Saint Lord Jiang Mingzhe's eyeballs are almost popping out. Why is Martial Saint Land, even though they are among the top forces, still unable to compete with Penglai Sacred Land?

It is because of the lack of background!

Penglai Sacred Land has the support of Penglai Xiandao in Zhongzhou, and Xuanhao Sacred Land also has the shadow of Zhongzhou forces.

They are the only ones who are naturally a little lacking in background.

Now it’s finally happened once, if the Sensing Dao waterfront is auctioned off, it can completely make up for these gaps.

In less than thirty years, when people mention the Martial Saint, they will be as awed as they are when they mention Penglai Sacred Land and Dragon's Nest.

How can one not be envious of multiple master-level inheritances and a pseudo-Emperor Grade scripture?

Even if you look at Zhongzhou, it is a tyrannical inheritance.

What the hell!

You are shooting!

Seeing that the heavenly Martial Saint has not moved for a long time, the heavenly Martial Saint is very anxious.

What the hell, you said you went there, it's fine, the most important thing is that you didn't bid in the past, so you go there with a hammer!

The big Elder who was also in the box looked at Jiang Yunzhe with strange eyes.

He could clearly see, before the Martial Saint son-in-law left, how lightly the Martial Saint Lord spoke, and what kind of advice he gave, never make fun of his own luck unless it was absolutely necessary.

It's good now, I can't wait to give the Holy Son a blast.

"Four million luck points once!"

Ya Fei knocked the auction mallet on the table, making a crisp sound.

Oh shit!

This idiot!

Jiang Mingzhe was very angry.

"Pity!"

Someone from Tianyuanzong also came in, watching this scene with a little emotion in his heart, if Xiao Yan was also in the auction house, it would definitely not be the result.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yanzhi was on the top of the mountain and did not participate in this auction.

"Boom!"

The auction gavel struck the table for the second time.

"Five million luck points!"

At the last moment, I don't know if it was the Martial Saint's call that played a role, or the Martial Saint was preparing to gamble, and unexpectedly added another one million luck points temporarily.

He is sure that this is the limit of own.

Five years of luck, exchange for a fake Emperor Grade Cultivation Technique!

If you let those older generation powerhouses say, not to mention five years of luck, even if you own all your luck in exchange for a fake Emperor Grade Cultivation Technique, it is blood money.

But these young people have inexplicable self-confidence, and they always feel that giving themselves some time to fake Emperor Grade Cultivation Technique is nothing?

None of them are willing to waste too much.

Five years of luck is already the limit.

Whoever raises the price, the devil will immediately choose to give up!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The auction mallet hit the table three times.

When the third crisp sound came down, the Martial Saint of Heaven almost burst into a smile, and said happily:

"That's right, that's right, it's no wonder that I, Jiang, is the Holy Son that someone likes, so I'll make him the only Holy Son from now on!"

In the auction hall, several Elders from Martial Saint looked strange.

This change of face...

Is it too fast?

In the last second, I wished I could beat him to death.

In the next second, I will be happy.

However, they still agree with Jiang Mingzhe's proposal, five million luck points, even if they don't know how many years of luck was wasted, but just this heart is worthy of being the only holy son!

"call!"

the other side.

Martial Saint let out a long breath, and relaxed, five years of luck in exchange for such a fake Emperor Grade inheritance, on the surface, it is a safe profit.

But for himself, maybe...not necessarily earning.

What you lose is yourself, but what you gain is the whole Sect.

The Holy Maiden of the Glass Palace, the young patriarch of the elves, and the young master of the Fang family were all silent.

Even if they could have competed, they haven't.

The competition in the imperial dynasty and the big family is even more bloody. They can't do it by sacrificing themselves and helping everyone.

"The first one is over."

Wang Xiaoteng, son of the Wang family, murmured softly.

Even though this Sensing Dao wall is rare, it doesn't fascinate him, he wants to keep his luck on the second item.

He believed that the head of the Wang family would not blame him.

In fact, the Patriarch of the Wang family was only slightly sorry, but had no other thoughts.

This Sensing Dao cliff is not weak, and the Wang family is not without rivals, but Wang Xiaoteng's luck is very important and cannot be easily lost.

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations!"

Ya Fei smiled and gently pushed Sensing Dao over the cliff.

Tian Martial Saint looked at the shore wall, his face was not happy, but a little nervous and apprehensive.

Five years of good luck, in exchange for this cliff, will it really make money?

He's not sure.

And Su Yu on the third floor also cast the light on Martial Saint, and spoke clearly:

"Deprive five years of luck!"

In the next second, Martial Saint felt his body collapse suddenly, as if something was missing, and his heart was empty.

He looked up, but saw nothing.

Ya Fei even laughed lightly and said, "Congratulations, the transaction has been completed!"

Prince Wang Xiaoteng, Holy Maiden Su Yanran, they all frowned.

In fact, the moment Martial Saint walked out that day, their eyes were focused on him, but they didn't see anything, not even the person who shot him.

Chucicada Venerable put his hands together, closed his wisdom eyes suddenly and muttered: "Amitābha, the luck of this benefactor has lost a bit, as if it was cut off out of thin air, and the poor monk's eyesight can't see the details!"

His voice is still convincing

One master is from Zhongzhou Buddhism, they are best at Karma.

The cloudy gaze of the old man in Nine Heavens Jianhe was also full of doubts.

At that moment, he seemed to feel that there was some supreme existence in the dark, but he didn't notice it at all.

Soon, he even thought of the sermon of the previous host. That day, the flowers were falling, the ground was full of golden lotus, and the sky was full of visions. He murmured:

"Could it be that this field owner... is an existence comparable to the owner?"

The master of Zhongzhou Sword Palace frowned and shook his head.

A strong man comparable to a master... is too rare, and has not appeared for many years.

Even in Zhongzhou, where there are many outstanding people, there is no such thing as him, the strongest is still him.

The man in ragged clothes also frowned tightly, and he didn't know how the luck was reduced.

It was as if a piece had been cut out of thin air, and it disappeared, which made him vigilant.

The third floor of the auction house.

Su Yu closed his eyes and felt the five million luck points pouring in. This kind of luck auction was proposed by the system, but the first Sensing Dao cliff was redeemed by Su Yu in the mall, so the luck belongs to Su Yu .

But the second is not, Su Yu can only intercept one-tenth of the luck points...

This counts as his reward.

"Buzz!"

A large amount of Luck Points submerged into his body, and he felt light all over his body, as if something good was about to happen, and the surrounding Dao became active, which could be easily sensed.

Son of Martial Saint, has the hope of becoming a false emperor.

His luck for five years is still terrifying.

For a moment, Su Yu vaguely felt the opportunity of Supreme, and muttered to himself:

"Give me a few days, I'm sure I can breakthrough Half step Supreme, and even... the Supreme realm!"