One hundred ninety-nine thousand seven.

This is the price at which the bell jar is sold.

Po Jun was completely taken aback, he thought that the golden bell jar could be sold for money, but he didn't expect the golden bell jar to be sold at such a price. This is beyond his imagination.

What he didn't know was that the reason why the golden bell jar was so valuable was because of three points, one was its grade. It's a spiritual soul skill, but it's its characteristics, defensive soul skills are very rare, and the third is that it belongs to the original. From the fact that Lingxi Finger can sell five times the price of the copy even if the Jing Pavilion still has it, the value of the original can be known.

To sum up, one hundred and nine thousand seven hundred is already a very conservative price. If the price of breaking the army is a little more, although it is not happy, the elders of the Jing Pavilion will still accept it.

This price also caused some students who had paid attention to the situation here since the beginning of the broken army sales cheats were also amazed. One hundred thousand seven hundred. For the students, it is a terrifying amount of money.

Suddenly, a large number of people looked at Po Jun with red eyes, and even breathed a little heavier. There were even a few with a twinkle in their eyes.

"Hmph. Before Po Jun could say anything, the Jing Pavilion Elder snorted coldly, and a powerful aura surged out, shocking those Xiaoxiao.

Po Jun's heart sank slightly, this elder's cultivation was stronger than Li Yao's. Apparently another powerful soul warrior.

Only then did he realize that the first courtyard was indeed the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and he used to sit in a well and watch the sky.

With the elder's shock, those students were very embarrassed to shift their gaze. They didn't want to be hated by such a terrible elder, that would be a very tragic thing.

After successfully completing the transaction, Pojun found that he already had a huge sum of more than 110,000 yuan in his student card.

Although he was anxious to go back and test the power of the Nine Escapes. But Po Jun remembered the soul skill iron cloth shirt that he was still in the picture. Now that he has a lot of money and can afford to buy it, Pojun immediately proposed to buy it.

To read the original, you need to purchase a copy to be able to do so.

This is also the reason why Pojun didn't read the original directly.

Otherwise, with his ability to make the Emperor Sutra, it would be strange if he didn't make money.

Another hour, after Pojun returned the original of the iron cloth shirt, he planned to leave the Scripture Pavilion and find a cultivation room to practice, and memorize the two soul skills practiced in his mind with his body.

But just as he walked to the side of the stairs, suddenly, an invisible pressure appeared from the second floor, and slowly rose to the third floor. It was as if a peerless beast was about to come up from the second floor.

The footsteps of the broken army stopped abruptly. Not only him, but the entire third floor, or the entire Scripture Pavilion, were suppressed. was suppressed by this sudden fury aura.

Boom.

There was no sound of footsteps, but everyone, including Po Jun, felt as if their hearts had been stepped on, and they were about to vomit blood.

The Elder of the Jing Pavilion, who had been lazy, suddenly bounced up from his position. The figure flashed, appeared at the staircase, and the smile disappeared.

"You're here!"

Countless students were dumbfounded, was that still the arrogant elder? Is that still the elder who shocked the audience with a snort just now? They only felt that they saw a pug wagging its tail at his master and begging for mercy.

What kind of person could make a pretentious elder do that? All eyes were on the staircase.

"Hmm. ”

In the faint voice, the person who appeared on the third floor of the Jing Pavilion was a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, and a strong body. What Po Jun cares about the most is that the killing aura on this young man's body is very strong, which is even more terrifying than the murderous aura he accumulated after he worked as a butcher for three months and killed a large number of bandits. It's as if he was born to be a man who was born to kill.

Among the people who know the broken army, only Xiaobai, who shows murderous intentions, can be compared to him.

With the appearance of this young man, the eyes of the entire third floor were drawn to the past. He is like a firework in the dark night, and with his appearance, he directly becomes the only focus of the audience, dazzling and compelling.

The invisible pressure makes most people's very natural bodies slightly bent, as if worshipping. However, there is also something to realize, stubbornly standing up for the backbone, among these people, the most outstanding is undoubtedly the broken army.

Although the others were able to straighten their backs, their faces were embarrassed, and the expressions on their faces were extremely hideous. Only Po Jun frowned slightly, but his face barely changed. When it comes to momentum suppression, there are more times to break the army and fight, so I am not afraid.

This made the man look at him one more time, but it was just a glance, and then under the guidance of the elders of the Jing Pavilion, he walked up to the mysterious fourth layer.

Fourth floor. It was a floor that was never open to the students.

After the man disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Even some of the weak ones went limp on the spot. But no one laughed at those people, because most of the people who were standing were a little weak-legged.

"Elder, who is that, so terrifying. ”

Some students who were familiar with the Elder of the Jingge asked him curiously and in awe after the Elder of the Jingge returned.

The Elder of the Jing Pavilion glanced at the people around him, and said with a little awe: "Five years ago, there was a peerless genius in our academy, have you ever heard of it. ”

Po Jun's heart moved, as if he had caught something. He wasn't here five years ago, but he'd heard about the First House five years ago and had learned about some of his deeds. It was true that there was a peerless genius at that time, and in that year's academy competition, he defeated the students of the nearby thirty-two academies and won the first place.

It was also in that battle that the first court completely suppressed the second court and became the well-deserved leader of Iron Blood Town.

He still remembered that the peerless genius's surname was Cao. Because there was a homeless man who bullied him at that time, he was complacent with this surname for a long time.

Of course, that was a long time ago, and Po Jun had almost forgotten what the homeless man surnamed Cao who was beaten to the end by him and bled to his head looked like.

"You're saying he's the peerless genius. "Some of the older students heard about that year, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, he is Cao Sifeng, the eternal pride of our first hospital. The elder said proudly.

There was another low uproar in the audience, and it was obvious that there were not a few people who had heard of this name.

It turned out that his name was Cao Sifeng.

Po Jun clenched his fists tightly, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Sooner or later, I will surpass yours. He glanced at the dark staircase between the third and fourth floors, stepped away, and continued to prepare to leave. Suddenly, his body stiffened and his steps stopped.

Slow down, Cao Sifeng, Brother Sifeng. Po Jun's mind suddenly remembered a character that Liu Youyou had inadvertently mentioned.

Moham!