"Thirty-seven million!"

"No, thirty-three million at most, no more!"

"Thirty-six million, that's the lowest price!"

"Three thousand three hundred, otherwise, the transaction can only wait for the next time. ”

......

Fengchen and Ge Zhou argued endlessly over the price, although because of the large base of their transactions, a few million sounds like a fraction, but if you put a million gold coins at the bottom, you can buy hundreds of slaves.

"Well, let's take a step back, thirty-five million, how about it?"

Ge Zhou said that the low price given to him by the market is actually 28 million, if it is higher than this price, he will be able to get four percent of the above amount, that is to say, if the transaction is really closed for 35 million, then he can earn a bonus of 2.8 million at a time, which does not include the basic share and salary!

"I can consider the price of thirty-five million, but if you insist on closing the deal at this price, then the transaction between us will only be this one. Fengchen said, with a hint between his words.

"What do you mean?"

Ge Zhou asked in surprise, even in disbelief.

"Yes, I originally wanted to buy a few more male slaves from you and go back to take care of the courtyard for me, but since the capacity of the steward of Ge Zhou has ended here, I have no interest in cooperating with you, so let's just treat this deal as our last deal. Fengchen responded, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Your Excellency, please slow down!" Seeing this, Ge Zhou hurriedly stepped forward. "Your Excellency misunderstood, this is really the top of the market has already made a decision on the pricing of these slaves, and we subordinates are not good at changing it without permission...... Otherwise, if you can accumulate more than 50 million gold coins in my transaction, then I will also dare to take a risk and promise the price of 33 million for you!"

"50 million, 67 million......"

Fengchen looked at Ge Zhou's expression of a very difficult decision, and smiled disdainfully.

"What?"

Ge Zhou was stunned.

"Sixty-seven million, I want that boy from the Posa tribe outside!"

Fengchen said in a deep voice.

"This ......"

Ge Zhou hesitated, and the boy of the Posa tribe added the two special female slaves that Fengchen had originally purchased, and the turnover of this transaction had reached 100 million. It's just that the original price of the boy was 77 million. The sudden reduction of 10 million did not even meet the minimum standard given to Ge Zhou by the market.

"That half-god, half-ghost xenomorph youth, I want it too, twelve million!"

Ge Zhou has not yet made a decision. Fengchen spoke again.

Ge Zhou was shocked. Look at Fengchen. For the first time, I had an unfathomable feeling, and the turnover of more than 100 million was not so casual even for the children of the wealthy and prestigious clans, could it be the Golden Dragon Clan or the people of the Nine Holy Clans?

"And the orcs at that entrance. How about selling me six million?"

Fengchen was still adding, ignoring Ge Zhou's reaction at all, and almost all the slave races on the fifth floor were all around the transparent wall.

"It's not convenient to bring too much at once, just another old man from the Undercurrent Clan and the young man from the Half-Blood Ancient Clan, a total of seven, I'll give you 150 million, this price shouldn't be low!" Feng Chen said, looking at Ge Zhou, who looked a little sluggish on the side.

"Wait, let's calm down for a moment. ”

Ge Zhou stretched out his hand to stop Fengchen's words, because the transaction Fengchen had made was too big, far beyond what he had imagined when he came.

The price tag for the female slaves of the Angel Clan and the Nightmare Clan is 21 million, the Pure-Blood Bosa Clan boy is 77 million, the Barbarian Ancient Beast Clan is 7.62 million, the Heavenly Ghost Clan is 14.7 million, the Undercurrent Clan Old Man is 30 million, and the Mixed-Blood Ancient Clan is 16 million.

The original total price was 187,320,000 gold coins!

"150 million, is it cheaper than 37 million...... It's a bit much, but it's still reluctantly acceptable. Ge Zhou sorted out his mind and finally came to a conclusion.

Anyway, there are few transactions on the fifth floor, and it is basically good to be able to sell one slave worth tens of millions a year, but now that you can sell seven in one go, you can earn it yourself.

Although Ge Zhou had waited patiently for ten years, he might have gained more than that, but it would take ten full years, and the more than 10 million he had personally lost would be easy to earn back within ten years.

On this day alone, Ge Zhou earned at least 30 million, which is the highest record since he became the steward of the slave market!

"Your Excellency Fengchen, 150 million, has been sold. ”

Ge Zhou smiled and reached out to reach an agreement with Fengchen.

Immediately, Fengchen took out more than a dozen Tianyu Night Pearls, which were converted into an amount of almost nearly 200 million, after all, this is an ornament of the Dao Ancestor, even if it does not have any effect, but it is the only one in the world, it is enough to prove its value.

"I'll arrange a simple baptism ceremony for Your Excellency later, so that you can officially become the master of those seven slaves!" explained as Ge Zhou brought Fengchen into a strange and mysterious ancient altar after the deal was concluded.

"By the way, there are also puppet marks, once the slave becomes the owner, the puppet mark will emerge from their body, what kind of pattern you want, and where it appears on the slave's body, you just have to imagine it. Ge Zhou said.

"Once the slave brand is formed, unless you take the initiative to release them, or their cultivation transcends the Holy Realm, otherwise, they will have to be loyal to you for the rest of their lives, and any qiē, as long as you have the heart to know, they can't hide it. ”

Ge Zhou looked at Fengchen on the altar who was about to accept the ceremony, and finally said, "One more point, please remember that no matter what happens, a slave is just a prop after all, even if they die for you, this is just his duty as a slave, don't pay them true affection!"

As Ge Zhou's words fell, the ritual of the altar finally opened, and for a moment it was full of light, during which it seemed that an unwilling soul could be faintly heard roaring, but it was only in vain after all, and in the end, the seven soul marks were injected into a red ring carried by Fengchen.

The ring was given to him by the slave market as a medium for Fengchen to communicate with his slaves.

The light dissipated, Fengchen didn't feel anything, as if there was no change, but the seven figures in the window, at this moment, there was a feeling that someone had pinched their hearts, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching them behind them, insightful qiē, so that they couldn't help but feel instinctive fear.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

......

The seven figures lowered their heads at the same time, calling out reverently.

And then, all the restrictions on them in the slave market were lifted, the orcs roared, the angels flapped their wings, the chains, and the windows all disappeared, replaced by the little word "wind" attached to everyone's wrist.

Feng Chen looked inward into the depths of his consciousness, and then checked the crimson spirit ring given to him by the slave market, he did have a different feeling, it was like the Ninety-Five Honor, sitting on a high position, looking down on the heavens and the earth, and dominating the life and death of the seven people.

Although on the surface, no matter how many slaves you control, you can't improve your strength, but in fact, talent is as strong as the wind, and it is completely impossible to say that you can't even gain anything from peeking into the origin of the race.

As the master, he can arbitrarily extract the vitality of everyone, which means that if Fengchen is dying one day, he can suck out the life of the slave and let the slave die on his behalf.

Of course, vitality is not the same as longevity, no matter how strong the vitality is, if the cultivation has not been able to improve, then sooner or later there will be a day when the life span will come to an end.

"It seems to be going to be lively. ”

In the dark space, Lance frowned slightly, and she looked down, where there were many new clusters of light.

"It's different, despite the fact that they are all masters and servants, their souls are imprisoned, and we are not. Jiuhu appeared aside, looked down, and said lightly.

"You mean Fengchen...... Slaves in captivity?"

Lance was surprised.

Slave, which means losing the freedom of the soul, is a thousand times more vicious than killing people, Lance can't believe that Fengchen will really enslave others, could it be that Fengchen's heart has changed.

"There's nothing to fuss about, this is a world of the jungle, maybe it's their luck that this group of people can become Fengchen's slaves. "Besides, if you really want to count it, aren't we also half a slave of that kid now?I don't know what kind of miserable life the other contract spirit beasts live, but at least as Fengchen's contract spirit beast, in my opinion, it is far better than the kind of lonely person who has been on the ice field for more than 10,000 years......"

"In the end, this is my own choice, I have never regretted it, and of course, this kid has never given me a chance to regret it!" Jiuhu smiled, as bright as the stars in the night, she observed for a moment, then turned and disappeared into the dark space (to be continued......