42 Colors

Although the price is high, not everyone can afford it. Soon, an offer came in, and it came from the VIP room.

The third VIP room looked very young by the sound.

"One hundred and ten thousand!"

Then, in VIP Room No. 9, there was a very old voice.

"Twelve thousand!"

In the corridor, a voice suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at him, a tall and strong man.

"fifty thousand!"

In the VIP room n. 3. The young voice sounded, but it became a little cold.

"160,000!"

Then VIP Lounge 9 followed his example.

In the corridor, the big man blinked and stared at the stone ball on the high platform. His eyes were not ready yet.

But finally, he sighed and gave up the idea.

One hundred and sixty thousand souls already exceeded all his property.

You just have to give up.

"170.000"

In the third VIP room, the prices keep increasing.

"180.000" VIP room No. 9, no competition.

At this time, Su Yi did not make an offer, there is no need now, expect the same, the same.

VIP Room No. 3 and VIP Room No. 9 compete with each other. Soon, the price of the innate liquid accelerated to a height of 250,000.

At this time, in the VIP room n. 3. The voice is very cold.

At this time, five young people were sitting in the VIP room.

They were just five young faces, and they were very ugly.

“The old man there dares to compete with Brother Qiu Ming for the treasure and is really looking for death!”

A young man with a wild, pale face.

"Yes, it seems that he doesn't know that we are disciples of the Ten Swords."

The other one was cold.

Among the five people, there was a handsome young man in the middle wearing a blue coat, his face was cold.

He frowned and looked at VIP Room No. 9. He said: "Senior, I am a disciple of the Ten of Spades and the Ten of Swords. Qiu Ming, these nine drops of liquid congenital have a great use for me." Said, but I also hope that the older generation will give up."

These words are very polite, but the voice is cold, full of this killer's murder, a powerful atmosphere, coming from the third VIP room.

This is clearly a threat.

"A disciple of Shijian School!"

People in the hall were surprised, eyes were taboo.

"The ten swordsmen of the Qiu family?"

In VIP Room No. 9, the sound of the old voice was heard. Inside, there was an old man sitting. At that moment, jealousy was revealed.

"That's not bad!"

Qiu Ming came back coldly.

"But these nine drops of congenital fluid will make those young people!"

The veteran in VIP Room No. 9 sighed and finally sighed.

In the ten games of Swordsman, Liege's empire is absolutely huge, and not many people dare to offend it.

The old man resigned with a smile on his face.

"Two thousand two thousand, is there a higher price?"

Du Zhi asked, looking around.

"This is a congenital liquid, rare in the world, in the empire under the sun, but rarely appears, the effect in the flesh is very amazing, I don't know today, I don't know when, if you think I will encounter it, it is Hurry to quote 50,000, no higher price."

Du Zhi was tempted by temptation.

At this time, Qiu Ming's performance made him very dissatisfied. At this time, he naturally took a sip.

"This old man!"

Qiu Ming gritted his teeth and looked at Du Zhi very uncomfortably. If his eyes could kill, Du Zhi would have punched the sieve.

"Three hundred thousand!"

At this time, a clear voice sounded powerful and spread to the entire audience, which also surprised everyone. ..