No matter how rich you are in refining qi, no matter how poor Jindan is, it is also Jindan, in terms of net worth, Mingyue Nu consciously plucks her hair and is thicker than Zhuangyuanlang's waist, and she is afraid of this kind of price war in this small scene!

"Idol, idol, how big is the gap between you and me in terms of poetry, and how big is the gap in terms of wealth!" The 2.0 version of the old demon of Montenegro followed the trend without hesitation: "I'll add another 10,000 - 50,000! I'll give 50,000 spirit sand!"

As soon as this price was released, the other monks upstairs and downstairs who were still planning to bid all died down.

With the special physique of "Waste Capital Liuyue", the psychological price is worth about 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, how can it be fried to a sky-high price of 50,000 spirit sand in three or two clicks. The spiritual sand of the cultivators is not blown by the wind, who wants to act as such a wronged leader!

"Only 50,000?" Chang Kaishen smiled, raised his hands and just made a gesture of 100,000, before he could say clearly, the flute was the first, and then the beauty mole and Liu Miaoxiang followed, and the three big loli rushed up to the open space on the second floor.

"Senior brother, you must not be fooled!" The blonde girl stepped forward and pressed Zhuang Yuanlang's arm: "This elephant demon is obviously provoking your general, you fight with him, and you will definitely be the one who suffers in the end." ”

"I don't think this elephant demon is a childcare invited by "Sanjiang Pavilion"!" Liu Miaoxiang also followed to help, and the two mosquito coil eyes stared directly at Kaishen sauce, she felt that the real person was more handsome than the one she had seen in Zhizhu, because of a pair of chic pointed ears: "You are a newcomer, your blood is strong, don't be pitted by this old-fashioned trap......"

"If you don't understand, don't mix blindly in it, we have bought this scholar!" Zong Heng impatiently asked the two of them to get up, it doesn't matter if they haven't touched this file, since they have encountered it, of course they have to hold Ning Caijun's brother in their hands! Although the god of Huangquan in her previous life did not occupy the body of a white-haired girl, she was famous for caring for her family at that time, and she was able to hold her brother in her hand in this life, which was more or less a card-who knew what idea she had to play from the Huangquan realm to the Yanfu world? Who knows what purpose she is sticking to the senior brother's self-recommended pillow mat?

"I said, this scholar's P eyes are not that valuable......" Qi Dian thought it was very funny, the senior brother was just a big man, he was born to swear not to bow his head, aren't you Zong Heng usually a super rational and calm party, what's the matter with jumping up and down today.

They quarreled here, but the ghost girl holding the jade axe on the stage was impatient, and couldn't help but ask Chang Kaishen loudly: "Who of you has the final say, are you ready to continue bidding?"

"Didn't you just ask for a price!" Zhuang Yuanlang calmed and stabilized the flute, raised his left palm very chicly, and flipped it forward: "If he pays 50,000, I will pay 100,000!"

"Sanjiang Pavilion" upstairs and downstairs was cheering for the seedlings, but I didn't expect to see a wronged boss who waved the spirit sand like soil today.

"Junyou, Junyou, it seems that you are determined to do something against the Sprinkle family!" The elephant-headed man flashed his huge ears and his eyes widened: "In terms of level, you are just refining qi, do you have so much money?"

"Don't worry about this problem, even if I am fat, I will not go to the fang market to deliberately light a cannon. ”

"Isn't it true that no matter how much I raise the price, you're going to double it?" the Gane-headed man's gaze began to flicker.

"Brother Xiang, our Maha Immeasurable Palace monks are more kind than you Demon Mountain, if you don't believe it, just keep trying!"

"Use historical contradictions to provoke me? You have traces of Junyou!" Mingyue Nu laughed heartily: "If I shout again, it's strange if you don't abstain!

With the net worth of an elephant man, 100,000 spirit sand is of course nothing, and there are 100,000 spirit stones in his 100 treasure bags.

The reason why I gave up the bidding was not because I was reluctant to make that little money. It's that Mingyue Nu doesn't believe that Zhuang Yuanlang can get such a huge sum of money. The Maha Immeasurable Palace is also a gate with rules and regulations, and there is a limit to how much attention the newcomer is, how can there be so much money for a newcomer who has just started for four days!

The axe girl with a pheasant in her bun swept to Changxuan on the second floor again, she was holding a scholar who was as soft as mud and frightened, and her two beautiful eyes looked at Chang Kaishen with suspicion, and the first thing she said was not to ask for money: "Hurry up and let your junior brother go to the sect to ask for money to ransom people, don't play any tricks! Everyone is decent, and we don't want to be too ugly in Lanruo Temple!"

Champion glanced at her with disdain, and slapped a black gnocchi from the treasure bag.

Except for the evil moon, most of the others are in the same place.

At first glance, this black gnocchi seems to be unremarkable, but when the divine sense sweeps it up, it is immediately different, and the aura contained in the dough is abundant like a treasure trove.

"Buyuan steamed buns"!" The elephant-headed man crashed into the crowd like a meteorite, his two eyes were cracked to the root of his ears, and he squatted down greedily to look at the gnocchi that Huibixiang Patriarch rewarded Chang Kaishen and drooled: "Tsk! This craftsmanship is absolutely amazing! Such a small piece of steamed bread actually contains so many spiritual energy medicines!"

The axe girl of "Sanjiang Pavilion" couldn't wait to take half of the black steamed bun that had been gnawed by a dog, and pasted the jade axe in her hand tremblingly to the steamed bun.

"One hundred thousand and ten turns!" As the axe girl let out a long exclamation, her slender body also flashed into a transparent form from time to time, ghost cultivators are like this, gathering is formed, scattering is like smoke, and if the mood swings are too intense, it is easy for them to show the characteristics of the undead: "My God, there are still monks in our East China Sea Wuyu who can make a top-level spiritual diet of more than 100,000 yuan?"

"How is it possible!" Mingyue Nu shook his huge elephant trunk like a rattle, incredibly: "This shouldn't be at all!

"Xiao Zhuo!" The elephant-headed man thought for a while, and took out 10,000 spirit stones and sent them to the axe girl: "I will give this scholar 100,000 spirit sand, you give me this replenishing yuan steamed bun!"

"Venerable Master, that's not quite right, is it?"

"What's wrong? With this Ten Thousand Spirit Stone, you can't settle the accounts! Besides, what is my relationship with your head Tree Demon Grandma, but I just want you to do a little favor, what kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

Axe sister Xiao Zhuo also seemed to have nothing to do with Mingyue Nu, so she could only reluctantly exchange the Buyuan steamed bun for 10,000 spirit stones.

"Brother Xiang, there is an ugly thing that I was going to say to her, but now I have to tell you. Chang Kaishen asked the Lezizi elephant-headed man not to rush to put the steamed buns in his pocket.

"I know, shouldn't I just find the difference in the price of your ten grains of spirit sand, what's the matter?"

"You misunderstood, what I want to say is that this "Buyuan Steamed Bun" was a gift from an elder of the sect, if I eat it myself, I must get some steamed bread crumbs first, and find a demon beast or something to verify it. ”

"What do you mean?" Mingyue Nu glared: "Are you afraid of poison?"

"The heart of defense is indispensable. ”

"you! Your Maha Immeasurable Palace is also a big sect, which elder dares to openly poison the juniors!" The elephant-headed man despised his suspicion, and casually broke off a piece of gnocchi and threw it into the air, his mouth was raised to his mouth, and he swallowed his belly after chewing and chewing: "Hehe, you walked the rivers and lakes on the first day I came out, I had already used my divine sense to probe, this replenishing yuan steamed bun has absolutely no toxicity......"

Before he finished speaking, Mingyue Nu suddenly changed color, his four hands were stuck in his throat together, and his eyes bulged.

"Damn!" the young monks of the Maha Immeasurable Palace were startled, and they all dodged away.

"What's going on?" Xiao Zhuo was so frightened that the jade axe in his hand fell to the floor, and the face of the old demon of the Black Mountain was like a blow of toad blisters, his lips contracted, his buck teeth bulged like a mountain peak after the earth's crust moved, and all the hairs on his body became longer, thicker, and blacker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although Brother Xiang's appearance just now is not very good-looking, it is still much stronger than the current ugly eight monsters.

""Dragon Whisker Grass"! This tonic steamed bun has "Dragon Whisker Grass" added to it!" Zong Henglian said to me: "It is indeed not poisonous, "Dragon Whisker Grass" is used as a medicine primer for the ancient diet recipe "Qingjingxuan", which can maximize the medicinal power, but it will also cause side effects of more hair and ugly face!"

"Senior brother, who gave you this broken steamed bun?" The flute's lungs are about to explode, "Dragon Whisker Grass" is not poisonous, but its effect is much more insidious than any poison, and it actually wants to ruin Senior Brother's appearance!

"It's the Eighth Master Ancestor Hui Bixiang. Evil Moon looked at the mammoth-like Mingyue Slave, and said in a daze: "Yes, the Eighth Master Ancestor actually resents Fake Oil in his heart for cutting off his root of right and wrong, so he ......"

After hearing the scene that had happened in the Treasure Courtyard from Evil Moon, everyone was stunned, including the unsmiling beauty mole.

"Patriarch Huibixiang, who closed the Zen of Death, actually came out of meditation? After all these years, he hasn't died?" Mingyue Nu took out a bronze ancient mirror and looked at it on his disfigured and ruined face, because he couldn't tell whether his expression was sad or angry because of the hedgehog black hair: "I remember that his old man is a demon cultivator incarnated by a neon spirit......"

"Is this master Buddha or a bee demon, so what?" Evil Moon sank his face, he regretted the gaffe caused by the emotional turmoil just now, although the news of the Eighth Patriarch Hui Bixiang would reach the ears of Demon Mountain sooner or later, but it would be better to hide it for a day, who knows which side Hui Bixiang would choose in the end.

"No, people are people, demons are demons—you care more about this than we do, don't you?" the elephant-headed man's gaze fell on the weeping scholar, and then swept the young monks, and rattled strangely, and without hesitation, he turned around and wiped his ass and flashed people, apparently busy returning to the mountain to report the news.