"But if you two insist on not giving me the honor of Mr. Jin, then please go out and resolve any grievances you have. Otherwise, don't blame me, Fatty Jin, for not following the rules. The troublemakers will be shot without mercy!"
Jin Wuhen's eyes narrowed slightly, making it unclear whether his expression was smiling or angry.
Feel Jin Wuhen's invisible aura.
Mo Tian was stunned for a moment, and the old man beside him immediately calmed down and said with a smile: "Okay, since you, Fatty Jin, have spoken out, I, the Mo family, will give you some face."
"Bald old man, wait until the bidding is over. If you have the guts, don't leave!"
Mo Tian snorted coldly and glared at the bald middle-aged man with a threatening tone.
Hear the words.
The bald middle-aged man turned pale.
"Okay, I'll bid you sixteen million! That kid from the Mo family, hurry up and bid!"
At this time, the old man in black robe wearing a cloak was hunched over and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"and who are you?"
Mo Tian, who thought he had a chance to win, was also stunned by the black-robed old man's bid.
"Haha, who is this old man? Does it matter? Are you going to follow me or not?"
The old man in black robe's tone became hoarse and he seemed very impatient.
"What a joke! How can I, the eldest son of the Mo family, be compared to you, an old man with only one foot in the soil?"
"Lao Bai, keep fighting with him!"
Mo Tian looked calm and closed the folding fan in his hand instantly.
The old man beside him frowned and said to Mo Tian: "Master, these sixteen million spirit stones are already the limit of this ninth-level cub. Any more will exceed its original value. This If the head of the family knows about this, I'm afraid he will blame us for acting on impulse."
Hear the words.
Mo Tian's face darkened.
This is indeed what Bai Lao said, this Ice Devouring Demonic Dragon is almost at this price.
If this is a grown ninth-level demon dragon, even if it smashes hundreds of millions of spiritual stones, or even a billion spiritual stones, and ruins everything, it will be a bloody profit!
but.
If this half-grown ninth-level cub wants to reach that level, it is tantamount to a bottomless pit that requires countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to fill it!
How difficult it is!
"Damn it! Old man, just wait for me. If you have the guts to wait until the bidding is over, don't leave!"
After weighing the pros and cons, Mo Tian stamped his feet gloomily.
"Haha, little boy of the Mo family, I'm waiting for you!"
The old man in black robe sneered, not afraid at all.
"Thank you, brother. Do you want to bid?"
Jin Wuhen asked Su Xie immediately.
Su Xie smiled slightly: "I won't leave."
Facing Su Xie's sudden change of words, Jin Wuhen couldn't help but smile bitterly, without any anger at all.
Obviously, without knowing the background behind Su Xie, he would never dare to provoke Su Xie!
Even if Su Xie didn't have any background behind him, the strength of Su Xie's Sword King was enough to make him dare not speak out.
"Sixteen million spirit stones, once!"
"Everyone, is there anyone with a higher bid? This is twice!"
Jin Wuhen glanced at everyone and spoke calmly.
For a moment, the strong monks, as well as the dandies and dignitaries present shook their heads.
Apparently.
To them, these 16 million spirit stones are nothing more than that price!
Even if they go bankrupt, they can't get it out at all!
Some people, in particular, looked at the old man in black robes as if they were looking at a dead person.
In their view.
If the black-robed old man and the bald middle-aged man dare to provoke the Mo family, they may not be able to get out of this border city alive today!
As for the final owner of this ice-devouring demon dragon, he will definitely belong to the Mo family.
"Okay, congratulations to this fellow Taoist for getting this Ice Devouring Demonic Dragon!"
"Please also ask fellow Taoist to settle the spiritual stones."
Seeing that no one was bidding again, Jin Wuhen immediately announced the winner, and in line with the principle of paying with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, he spoke quietly.
Of course.
The next moment, the old man in black robe lowered his cloak and said with a smile: "Okay, I will hand over the spirit stone now."
Buzz!
The old man in black robe flicked his fingers, and a flash of spiritual light appeared.
In full view!
One hundred and sixty spiritual stones were just lying in the void.
Everyone was startled.
"What! What does this old man mean?"
Mo Tian's face darkened, feeling like he was being tricked.
The people around were also in an uproar. It seemed that the old man in black robe was deliberately causing trouble.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean?"
The smile on Jin Wuhen's face gradually solidified, and his face suddenly turned sinister.
"Fat Jin, isn't this sixteen million spiritual stones? Did I count correctly?"
The old man in black robe said with a smile on his face.
"It seems that I, Jin, met a freeloader today!"
Jin Wuhen's expression turned cold, and groups of guards quickly rushed out from behind, all surrounding the old man in black robes.
The atmosphere was tense for a time.
It seems like a war is about to break out!
"I, Jin, have been around in this border city for so many years, and this is the first time I've been trashed. Old guy, I'll give you two choices, either you take out those 16 million spirit stones, or you, today, He died here!"
Jin Wuhen's tone was unquestionable, with a hint of solemnity.
"Fat Jin, this old man is so tired of living. Even if you dare to play tricks on me, I will be the first to let him die!"
Mo Tian's eyes burned with blazing anger, and the old man Bai beside him also used his spiritual power in an instant to lock onto the black-robed old man.
Watching the tense scene of these people.
Su Xie's expression was calm. He glanced at the old man in black robe, and his expression suddenly flashed with a strange look!
"Brother Jin, I'm afraid this person is not simple!"
Su Xie immediately reminded Jin Wuhen.
The words have fallen!
The black-robed old man smiled hoarsely, raised his hand and punched out. The terrifying spiritual light carried the billowing black energy and hit Jin Wuhen's head directly!
The eighth level of the Holy Spirit Realm!
Feel the suppressive aura of this power.
Jin Wuhen's expression changed and he immediately stepped back, thus escaping the disaster!
Turn around.
He looked at Su Xie complicatedly. If Su Xie hadn't reminded him quickly, otherwise he would have been killed by that blow just now!
but.
The Jinfu guards behind him were not so lucky!
They were all struck by the terrifying punch of the old man in black robes, and were shocked to death on the spot!
Even Mo Tian and that old man changed their expressions and flew backwards!
"Damn it! You are an evil monk! Quick! Go and notify the Law Enforcement Hall! There is an evil invasion!"
Mo Tian shouted repeatedly and used his spiritual power to escape from Jin Mansion.
