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Chapter 339 339 Make a fortune

At this time, Xiao Zhang finally remembered that his physical fighting skill Shaohua Fengyin was still a mysterious fighting skill.

Because the opponents he encountered before were all the kind of one-stroke-second existence, so Xiao Zhang didn't care too much about being too lonely.

"Ma De, after going back this time, I must find an earth-level physical combat skill to practice, and it must be a high-level earth-level!" Phenomenon thought secretly in his heart.

In the auction hall, following the three thousand lightning movements of this ground-level fighting skill, everyone's eyes became extremely hot, and even their breathing seemed extremely short.

Even Elder Fan Lingqing and other three powerful people were a little jealous when they saw the three thousand thunders. This is an earth-level fighting skill!Even if it is the forces behind them, it is still difficult to use this level of fighting skills.

They secretly thought in their hearts that they must win this level of fighting skills.

And Xiao Zhang glanced at Xiao Yan, and saw that Xiao Yan was also looking at the three thousand thunders with fiery eyes at this time, obviously he was also extremely moved.

Xiao Zhang scorned Xiao Yan fiercely in his heart, look at this promise.

Immediately, Xiao Zhang's mind entered the system mall, and then took a look at the ground-level agility fighting skills, only to find that the ground-level agility fighting skills were so numerous that Xiao Zhang couldn't even see them.

"Hey, too many ground-level fighting skills is a headache." Xiao Zhang once again glanced contemptuously at the crowd who were fiercely competing for a low-level ground-level fighting skill, and said with a sigh.

Xiao Zhang did not proceed with the headache of choosing a ground-level fighting skill. The people here have never seen the world, and it was too noisy.

After a fierce competition, the ground-level physical combat skill of Three Thousand Thunder was finally auctioned by Elder Qing of the Heavenly Snake Mansion.

Fan Ling and Mohan, who were not auctioned, looked at Elder Qing with extremely gloomy expressions. If it weren't for the fact that they were in the auction house, they would have already shot at Elder Qing by now.

"Now, it is the penultimate auction item in this auction. It is also a low-level attacking skill of the local level, the Hundred Desolation Palm. An extremely powerful existence." On the auction stage, the black-robed auctioneer said loudly.

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the auction hall again, and the gloomy expressions on the faces of Fan Ling and Mohan, who had not auctioned [-] Thunder just now, disappeared and were replaced by expressions of excitement.

The three thousand thunders were auctioned off by Elder Qing just now. They thought that they had no chance for earth-level fighting skills, but they didn't expect that now there was an extra ground-level fighting skill.

Elder Qing's complexion changed, and he looked at the silver scroll in the hands of the black-robed auctioneer in surprise: "Didn't it mean that there is only one local-level fighting skill? Why is there another one?"

Because the auction had already started when Xiao Zhang took out the ground-level fighting skills, so the news of the ground-level fighting skills did not spread.

Mohan looked at Elder Qing with a smile on his face, and said, "Elder Qing, you have already mastered a volume of earth-level fighting skills, so please give us the local-level fighting skills."

Fan Ling jokingly said, "Even if Elder Qing wants this local-level fighting skill, he must be able to spend enough money, haha."

The price of a local-level fighting technique is extremely high. Elder Qing has already bought one, but he doesn't have enough funds to continue buying the next one.

Hearing the yin and yang of the two singing in unison, Elder Qing's complexion also became a little ugly, his silver teeth clenched, and said: "No matter what, I have already obtained a local-level fighting skill, and there is only one ground-level fighting skill on the stage. , among you, one of you is doomed not to be able to obtain the ground-level fighting skills!"

When Fan Ling and Mohan heard this, their complexions also changed. They gave each other a hostile look, but they didn't continue to speak.

"The starting price for this local level fighting skill: 600 million!"

As soon as the black-robed auctioneer said this, the audience erupted.

Fan Ling couldn't help it anymore, and said loudly, "700 million!"

When everyone in the field saw this man speaking, the few poor ones who were about to speak out to have a good time shut their mouths aggrieved.

Bidding with the young lord of the blood sect, isn't this courting death?

If you bid here, you will be dead as soon as you leave the auction house later.

"800 million!" At this time, Mohan was the only one who could bid against Fan Ling.

Fan Ling glanced at Moorehan coldly, and gritted his teeth again to bid: "900 million!"

"1000 million!" Mohan immediately followed.

Fan Ling's face turned cold, but he still bid: "100 million!"

"Two million for 1000!" Mohan looked at Fan Ling with a calm expression, and offered with a smile.

Fan Ling clenched his fists, stared at Moore coldly, and bid again: "300 million!"

"400 million!" The corner of Mohan's mouth curled up, "I said, young suzerain, you should give up, you can't beat me!"

Fan Ling became impatient when he heard this, and said loudly, "I will offer 600 million!"

"700 million!" Mohan looked at Fan Ling with a half-smile, "This fighting skill belongs to me!"

Fan Ling showed anger, and hurriedly prepared to increase the price, but at this moment the old guard suddenly said: "Young Sect Master, don't be impulsive, buy at this price..."

"Don't stop me!" Fan Ling directly interrupted the old guard, staring at Mohan with blood-red eyes, and said loudly, "I'll pay 2000 million!"

Fan Ling was already dizzy with anger at this time, and angrily said to Mohan: "If you have the ability, you can do more!"

Mohan chuckled, and said, "Since the Young Sect Master wants this native-level fighting skill so much, I'll give it to you!"

"However, for the 2000 million yuan to buy a local fighting skill, the Young Sovereign is really generous."

Fan Ling snorted coldly, but realized after a while: "Are you tricking me?"

Mohan smiled indifferently, and said, "Young Suzerain is just joking. It's a fair bid, so how can there be a routine."

"You're courting death!" Fan Ling looked at Moore coldly with murderous intent on his face.

At this moment, the black-robed auctioneer on the auction platform said, "Young Sect Master, please pay attention to your emotions during the auction."

"Young Sect Master..." The old guard pulled Fan Ling aside.

With a wave of his sleeve, Fan Ling shook off the old guard, looked at Moore with a cold face, snorted coldly, and returned to his seat to sit down.

"What I lost, I will let you make up for it with your life!" Fan Ling said angrily softly.

Xiao Zhang sat in his private room with a smile on his face, listening to the fight between the two, he was in a good mood.

This earth-level scroll is his, and all the money from the auction will be given to him!

He was naturally happy to see this scene.

Seeing that Mohan did not continue to bid, Xiao Zhang also felt a little regretful.

However, 2000 million is enough.

2000 million, converted into a check-in value of [-].

And the high-level sky-level fighting skills only need 20 sign-in value, that is to say, the money from the auction of this low-level fighting skill can be exchanged for more than [-] books of high-level sky-level fighting skills.

"Get rich, get rich!" Xiao Zhang was already happy.

(End of this chapter)