Soul Devouring Sword Master

As soon as these words came out, Guo Yuan and the white-bearded old man's faces suddenly condensed.

They had never heard that Zhu Biao's father had a cold poison that was difficult to cure for many years. In all likelihood, it was a lie that Zhu Biao deliberately made up, but it was not important.

The important thing was that Zhu Biao meant that he must get the blood of the dragon. If anyone tried to snatch it from him, he would be an enemy of the Zhu family, and the Zhu family would retaliate.

Although it was not stated, it was clearly what he meant.

To put it bluntly, it was a threat. Whoever raised the price again would see what happened.

Guo Yuan frowned. Although the Guo and Zhu families were both one of the eight major families, they were much weaker than the Zhu family in terms of financial resources and power.

In fact, the eight major families can be divided into three echelons according to their power. The first echelon, led by the two forces, is the Huo family and the Zhu family. The second echelon includes three families, including the Wang family. And their Guo family is in the third echelon.

From this, we can see the difference in strength between the Guo family and the Zhu family. Of course, in terms of talent and strength, Guo Yuan boasted that he was superior to Zhu Biao, but he could not stand the fact that the other party's family was too strong.

After thinking it over, in order to avoid bringing trouble to the family, although he was unwilling, Guo Yuan had no choice but to decide to withdraw.

The white-bearded old man had no choice. He was just a casual cultivator who had lived for hundreds of years and accumulated a lot. This time he came from afar to bid for a treasure, but he didn't expect that there was such a deep water here.

The other party actually threatened him with family power. He was weak and could only give up. Otherwise, even if he got the dragon blood, the other party sent people to kill him halfway, which would only be more than the gain.

So the white-bearded old man was forced to give up.

Seeing the expressions on the two people's faces, Zhu Biao felt relieved and secretly admired his own move. In this way, without the competition of these two people, the dragon blood should be a sure thing.

On the exhibition stand, the white-haired old man frowned slightly when he saw this, and felt a little unhappy. Originally, the price of the dragon blood could have risen, but it was ruined by Zhu Biao.

However, due to the power of the Zhu family, the white-haired old man could only turn a blind eye.

"Two million eight hundred and fifty thousand, is there anyone who wants to raise the price? The blood of the dragon, the opportunity is not to be missed, and it will never come again..."

The white-haired old man shouted on the stage.

"Old man!"

Zhu Biao snorted coldly, knowing that the white-haired old man still wanted to raise the price, but his Zhu family still had weight. Except for the Huo family, no one in the entire chaotic field dared to compete with the Zhu family.

As expected, no matter how the white-haired old man instigated, no one bid again.

Helplessly, he could only start counting.

"Two million eight hundred and fifty thousand, the first time!"

"Two million eight hundred and fifty thousand, the second time!"

"Two million eight hundred and fifty thousand..."

Seeing that after three hammer falls, the dragon blood was about to belong to Zhu Biao, and at this moment, Zhu Biao's face was also full of a relieved smile.

Although he was indeed a little reckless before and almost missed the dragon blood, fortunately, with his intelligence, he finally got it without any danger, and he had to be a little proud in his heart.

"Dragon blood! It's mine!"

Zhu Biao showed a happy expression, and the smile on his face was overflowing uncontrollably.

When he got the dragon blood and went back to report, his father would definitely praise him greatly, and then he would have one more chance to compete for the position of the head of the family.

However, just when Zhu Biao was fantasizing about his broad future, a sudden voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Two million nine hundred thousand!"

A voice sounded, and the one who made the bid was none other than Lin Dan.

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent.

Almost all eyes turned to Lin Xiao, including those in the Demon Valley, including Zhu Biao, Guo Yuan and others.

Originally, everyone thought that the dragon blood must belong to Zhu Biao. After all, Zhu Biao's words were there, and no one dared to confront him. Even Guo Yuan gave up. Unexpectedly, someone still dared to raise the price.

Everyone looked at Lin Xiao with surprise. Who is this person? How dare he challenge Zhu Biao.

On the booth, the white-haired old man also showed curiosity, and secretly rejoiced. It seems that the price of dragon blood can be raised. The higher the price, the more commission he will get.

"Who is this guy? He dares to go against Zhu Biao!"

Guo Yuan also muttered secretly.

"Guy, it's you!"

Zhu Biao looked over and recognized Lin Xiao at a glance. His pupils shrank and murderous intent flashed.

"Hello, Zhu Feipiao!"

Lin Xiao smiled faintly and waved his hand.

Puff!

As soon as these words came out, some people couldn't help laughing. Even the cold and beautiful woman in Mogu couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth, "This guy..."

"You dare to speak rudely to me, do you want to die!"

Zhu Biao said with a gloomy face.

"If you have the guts, just do it. I really want to be beaten."

Lin Xiao spread his hands and deliberately provoked.

"You, humph, don't try to provoke me!"

Zhu Biao narrowed his eyes. This is an auction house. According to the rules, you must not take action. No matter who it is, if you break the rules, you will be punished by the management.