"Forget it, it doesn't matter how this red dragon blood came from, hurry up and quote!"

Since I can't ask why, I don't want to worry about some "details". Anyway, the bright red liquid on the stage that was contained in a clear glass test tube did exude a faint dragon power outward, obviously it was genuine, and Sherlock immediately said eagerly.

"Yes, sir!" The dwarven auctioneer hurriedly agreed, and said loudly: "Red dragon blood, the reserve price of the bid is 80,000 golden langs." and each increase shall not be less than 10,000 gold..."

"Ninety thousand golden langs!" Before the dwarves could finish speaking, the Eye Demon had already spoken first.

"100,000 golden langs!" But then, Alice also spoke out directly.

"One hundred thousand! Alice, don't try to fight me! Without a pause, Sherlock stepped up again, and viciously provoked.

"Not necessarily, Lord Sherlock, 120,000 golden langs." In response, the dark elves still responded with a smile, but they were not relentless in raising the price.

"One hundred and thirty thousand! Alice, if you are willing to give up, I owe you a favor. The Eye Demon's mental shock rose again, which made the ordinary buyers present feel uncomfortable again.

"Hehe, everything else is easy to talk about, but I am bound to get this red dragon blood! 140,000 golden langs..."

For a while, only two voices were heard in the entire auction hall fighting with each other. And the soaring auction price also made the rest of the people stunned, and they couldn't even participate.

"Red dragon blood, is it so important?"

In the box, Moriarty sat comfortably on the sofa chair and listened to the battle outside. Smiled and asked Medusa.

Although dragon blood is indeed a rare alchemy material, the price should not be so inflated, and it has even already broken through its psychological price ceiling. So Moriarty has no intention of bidding again.

"Hmph, knowingly asking?" Hearing the Dark Elf's question, Fanny rolled her eyes.

"How?"

"How so? Hmph, according to the old tradition of Nigon, this dragon's blood is an important auxiliary medicine that can help high-level people move towards the extreme level, which twelfth-level powerhouse is not hot? I think you're just pretending to be here. But that's right, you just invested a lot of money to take down the 'Dakodos Armed Belt', and it would be too offensive to do it now. ”

You can see it. Medusa is also very coveted by the red dragon blood on the stage. Although she is only level 11, she can't use it immediately. But dragon blood is hard to come by after all, and if possible, she will definitely join the bidding. As for the other twelfth-level totem fighter present, he only spent 60,000 jin lang to get an enchanted amulet. So now, even if you are tempted, you can only stand aside and watch and swallow your saliva.

"Yes. You're right. ”

Hear Medusa's words. Moriarty nodded with a smirk. No more words.

Although according to the records of magic books, drinking dragon blood should not have anything to do with the promotion to the Extreme Dao, but the customs of the underground world that cannot stand it are like this. But. But if there is the slightest possibility to increase the chances of advancement, or even just to improve their confidence in victory, then the twelfth level powerhouse of Nigon will not give up the battle for dragon blood.

And in such a short period of time, the bidding for the red dragon blood on the field also became white-hot, and the price rose to an incomprehensible 220,000 golden langs. That's even the equivalent of a small dungeon's total tax revenue in a year. And with such a huge amount of money, even a twelfth-level professional can't take it out. Unless it's like an alchemist who has mastered the core technology, or a nobleman who is powerful and has great power or dungeon backing.

Therefore, Moriarty is sure that both Sherlock and Alice must be bidding with debt.

"Two hundred and thirty thousand golden langs!"

As if vomiting blood, the Eye Demon's mental shock was as sharp as glass rubbing, but he still refused to give up.

And for such a sky-high price, the dark elves finally did not immediately follow.

The entire auction site fell into a strange silence.

One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes...

No one dared to urge Alice to speak, and all the buyers, including the dwarven auctioneer, turned their eyes to the dark elf's box, patiently waiting for her to throw another million dollars or retreat.

"I... Give up..."

With endless reluctance and reluctance, but after all, because of lack of financial resources, Alice opened her mouth coldly and announced her withdrawal from the "Dragon Blood War".

Hearing this, there was an uproar in the auction hall immediately, and even more exhalations. Even if you stand aside and watch it without caring about it, the bidding process is so fierce that it looks like a war is enough to make people feel thrilling and dry-mouthed.

"So... And there are people... Want a quote? ”

According to the auction procedure, the dwarven auctioneer finally had the courage to ask the venue, and the answer he got was naturally the expected silence.

"Then, I announce that the Red Dragon Blood has been sold for two hundred and thirty thousand golden langs, and let's congratulate Lord Sherlock!"

Finally, the dust settled on the bidding for the second lot of the finale, and there was a thunderous applause and cheers in the auction hall.

In any case, Cheng dù's auction bid is a once-in-a-lifetime bid for most people, and it is natural to pay tribute to the final bidder.

It's just that Sherlock responded meadowly to the congratulations of the buyers. It seems that although he won the red dragon blood, the price of 230,000 gold lang is still high, and the eye demon has to think about how to make up the payment first.

After this round of intense and tense auctions, both the dwarven auctioneers and the buyers were both excited and a little tired.

Well, there's one last real finale, so let's see how amazing it is. What a "sensational" high price will be won!

As soon as I thought about this, the atmosphere in the auction room was lifted again, and then it returned to tension and restlessness.

"So, then, it's time for the last lot in today's auction. What could it be? Will it be able to surpass the 'Belt of Arms' and 'Red Dragon's Blood' and become the true gem of this event!? ”

Although the mood in the venue was already hot, the dwarf auctioneer still habitually "teased" the buyers, while taking the last envelope of the day from the waiter's hand, opening it, and being stunned again, just like the expression of the previous two times.

"Let's just say it, what is it this time?"

In two consecutive bids, Alice returned empty-handed, which inevitably cost some face, but this also means that she is the only one on the field with the most financial resources and the best chance of winning, so she immediately spoke out.

"This... I don't understand what it is..."

Hearing the dark elf's urging, the dwarven auctioneer still looked ignorant, looked up at the buyers in the audience, and seemed to not know how to answer.

"Read the things on the paper straight out!" Alice snorted.

"Yes!" The underground dwarf quickly bowed his head and said, "There is only one sentence written on the letter. ”

"What?"

"The Road to the 'Hunger Barrier'."

Finally, the auctioneer read it out word for word.

Suddenly, three terrifying auras roared out in the three corners of the auction hall like a hurricane, directly enveloping the entire merchant hall.

Before they even had time to ask what was going on, the vast majority of buyers were pinned to the floor by the huge coercion that seemed to be like substance, unable to move at all.

But there was only one caveman, who had been standing under the stage to deliver items and envelopes to the dwarven auctioneer, but he suddenly stood very alone, and a pair of eyes that had become dark red were even more unscrupulous to scan back and forth between the three corners, with a rebellious smile on his face.

"Who are you?"

As a clear question sounded, the suffocating air pressure disappeared again.

But even if they were no longer deterred by coercion, there was still a dead silence in the venue, and no one even dared to get up from the ground.

At the same time, a bull head, an eye demon, and a dark elf slowly appeared in three directions, like a triangle, surrounding the "caveman" in the center of the stage.

"Meet your lord!"

After a brief moment of astonishment and surprise, Mercallis, Alice, and Sherlock hurriedly jumped out of the box, but they did not dare to come forward to disturb them, but they separated very brightly, and firmly guarded the entrances and exits around the venue.

"Answer me, who are you?"

The maze keeper seemed to be the most direct, and walked straight to the "caveman" and asked again.

Meanwhile, the two Dungeon Lords, the Dark Elves and the Beholder, stood still in the distance, but still kept their targets in the center.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's the 'hunger barrier' that matters, right?" In the face of Cleveland's questioning, the "caveman" seemed to have no pressure, just laughed quietly and asked a rhetorical question.

"My patience is not good." Looking at each other condescendingly, the flames on the twin horns of the Minotaur Martial Saint slowly rose, like a battle flag about to be raised.

"Me too!"

I saw that "Caveman" laughed again, and then he directly drew his fist and hit Cleveland.

"Boom!"

As if in the most incredible drama, when the "caveman" was ridiculously small to swing his fist, a row of supersonic booms as if it were cannonballs immediately sounded in the air, and at the same time, there were circles of fine ripples visible to the naked eye, centered on the "caveman", oscillating in all directions. You know, that's a rare scene that only happens when the air is violently compressed.

"Hah!"

In the face of the unexpected punch of the "caveman", although the maze keeper changed color slightly, his blue eyes did not move.

I didn't think about blocking or dodging at all, I just followed the gourd, only to see Cleveland punch the same punch, the same rumble sonic boom in the air, and the same pointed at the extremely weird "caveman".

"Boom!"

The next moment, both punched at the same time, took three steps back at the same time, and smiled at the same time. (To be continued......)