"What's wrong?" Art saw Basro's expression, his face was not very good, it seemed that things were not as easy as he expected.

"That's right, the amount of 7 million top-grade spirit crystals is too huge, even with the economic strength of our Treasure Pavilion, it will take a few days to raise. Basro replied that he was equally distressed about this matter, after all, it was also related to his promotion.

For this matter, he twitched the corners of his mouth vaguely, this was also the first time he had encountered such a situation, there would be a transaction, relying on the situation that the spirit crystals possessed by the Treasure Pavilion could not be eaten.

Hearing Basro's words, Art's face was much better, as long as the transaction could be carried out normally, what did it matter if it was delayed for a few days?

However, what worries Art is that he has more than 50,000 ninth-order treasures left, according to the current situation, the Treasure Pavilion has reached its limit, and the remaining 50,000 pieces must be unable to eat.

It seems that I still overestimate the economic strength of this treasure house. Art muttered to himself, and then his gaze fell back to Basro.

"No problem, since that's the case, I'll go back and wait for a few more days, do you have a communication crystal that I can contact? ”

"Yes, yes. Basro nodded repeatedly, the space ring on his finger lit up slightly, and immediately an extra golden crystal appeared in his hand.

Basro took the crystal and carefully entered Art's hand, as if he was afraid that the crystal would shatter.

This crystal is not an ordinary communication crystal, but a teleportation communication crystal, and the two people who have the crystal can not only communicate with video, but also teleport items with the permission of both parties.

That's the case. Once the funds are raised, even if Art doesn't have to come to the Treasure Pavilion, he can still teleport the high-grade spirit crystals over.

This is also the crystal assigned by the cabinet master after he was promoted to deputy minister, and this crystal is generally divided into one main body and ten crystals. It's something that only needs the most important customers.

That's why he's so careful, the crystal is so precious.

"This crystal is not an ordinary communication crystal, it has an item teleportation array, once the spirit crystal arrives, I will teleport it to you. ”

After handing the crystal to Art, Basro introduced to Art.

"Oh, and a crystal like this? That's a lot more convenient. Art fiddled with the crystal in his hand, and kept scanning it with his gaze, and said in amazement.

After playing for a while, Art put the crystal in his hand into the Tower of Babel.

That's when it happened. Art's eyebrows furrowed violently, two cold glints shot out of his eyes, and there was a trace of coldness hanging from the corners of his mouth, without warning, the powerful power of the spirit body immediately broke out of his body, crushing the entire air.

"Lord Art, who are you?" Feeling Arte's powerful aura, Basro trembled a little. In an instant, the whole clothes were wet with cold sweat, and the whole person felt like suffocation.

Basrow was really panicked. I don't know what I did badly that caused Yate to be so angry.

As if sensing Basrow's thoughts, Art didn't look back, but stared at the door of the assessment room.

"This has nothing to do with you, it's an uninvited guest at the door of the room who is eavesdropping on our conversation. There was a chill in Art's voice. Under this coolness, the temperature in the air drops sharply to zero degrees Celsius.

Even the water vapor in the air condensed into ice droplets under the cold, and layers of cold frost formed on Basro's face behind Art, and the whole person shivered involuntarily.

"Someone eavesdropping on our conversation?" Baslo's teeth chattered under the chill. Laboriously spit out these words.

"That's right, and the cultivation of the person who came here is not low, he is a professional in the early stage of the ninth order!" Art nodded, and a golden light may have appeared on the fused spirit body fist, and the spiritual power of the sub-saint level strength quickly condensed in his hand.

"The one at the door, give you three counts, get me in, otherwise, otherwise, you're going to leave this world!"

Yate's words are full of domineering, and now he is qualified to say such things, and his strong strength is his absolutely sufficient confidence.

Basro's whole heart trembled, and he followed Art's line of sight to the door, silently thinking in his heart.

In the Treasure Pavilion, there are a number of ninth-order professionals, not too many, and there are even fewer who can put down the dignity of the strong and run outside the door to eavesdrop.

In the blink of an eye, Basro thought of a candidate.

“1，2，3!” Art stared at the door, and as the count passed, the aura on Art's body became more and more manic, and he pushed directly towards the door.

Soon, the three counts were counted, and the entire space was silent, so quiet that even the sound of Basro swallowing his saliva could be heard clearly.

There was no movement at the door of the assessment room, perhaps because there was no one outside the door at all, or maybe the people outside the door had a hint of luck and did not push the door to enter after Yate counted three times.

"Don't come in, do you?" The coolness emanating from Art's body was even worse, and Art's voice was like a cold voice from the abyss of hell as he spoke, and in the next moment, Art's figure suddenly vanished, and quickly solidified again.

At some point, the door to the assessment room opened, and there was no one outside, and Basro behind him was a little wooden.

Just as he was confused, Basro's gaze drifted slightly, and the afterglow swept over Arte's right hand.

Almost instantly, the hairs on Basro's whole body exploded, and the coolness of his whole body erupted from his pores in an instant, and the whole person involuntarily took a step back.

I don't know when, in Yat's hands, there was an extra middle-aged man dressed in black!

"This, this is no longer the speed that a ninth-order peak professional can achieve. Baslo muttered to himself in horror as he stared at the man who was easily picked up by Art like a chicken.

He was no stranger to ninth-order peak professionals, because in the Treasure Pavilion, there were two ninth-order peak professionals, and although their speed was fast, they couldn't do it to this point.

The speed that Art was showing now was at least ten times that of those two ninth-order peak professionals.

Compared to Basrow, the horror on the face of the man in black who was carried by Art was even more terrifying than that of Basrow.

His cultivation was higher, and for the experience of this kind of speed, he knew more about it than Basro, and the boy in front of him, who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, had a speed that was enough to be at the level of a sub-saint!

Even if he couldn't reach the sub-saint level in other aspects, it would be much stronger than the average ninth-order peak professional. (To be continued.) )