Dou Po: Signed for three years, starting from capturing the goddess

Chapter 199 Bidding!

Elder Qing's charming woman said with a smile, that enchanting figure made many men in the auction house feel a kind of evil fire in their hearts.

If this body as soft as a snake is pressed under him, how crazy would the soft moan coming out of that rosy mouth be?
"Sky Snake Mansion?" Hearing the name, Ning Luo couldn't help being taken aback.

Ning Luo looked back.

I saw that it was the Douhuang strongman who fought against him that day.

Ning Luo smiled lightly.

Immediately, Elder Qing from the Snake Mansion saw Ning Luo, and couldn't help frowning.

How did this kid come to this place?
She knew that although this kid Ning Luo was not strong, his strange skills could suppress her, so he was not a good stubble.

It's better not to have anything to do with this kid.

Fan Ling looked at Elder Qing, only to see that Elder Qing looked at Ning Luo with some fear in his eyes, Fan Ling couldn't help being a little surprised.

He also looked at Ning Luo.

"Who is this kid on earth, who can make Elder Qing look at him with such eyes?"

"It seems that we should pay more attention to this kid." Fan Ling said lightly.

Quoting ensued.

"190 million!" Taking a deep breath, Fan Ling's pale face had a morbid rosiness, and he stared at the charming Elder Qing with sinister eyes.

"Sect Master Fan Ling is really generous, 190 million, hehehehe." Elder Qing shrugged and curled his lips.

"Hmph." With a sneer, Fan Ling turned his head and cast his eyes on the crystal stage, and sneered at the dazed auctioneer, "Why are you still in a daze?"

"Oh hehe, don't be angry, young master." Waking up from the shock, the white-haired auctioneer laughed hastily, and after asking the audience three times according to the rules, he finally slammed down the auction hammer in his hand.

And with the fall of the auction hammer, this volume of flying fighting skills completely fell into Fan Ling's hands.

"Hehe, the things that will be auctioned next are a little strange, because even we haven't figured out what the purpose of this thing is, but after a lot of analysis at our auction, it's like some kind of unknown treasure map." white
The auctioneer stooped to take out a silver plate, and then carefully lifted the brocade cloth on the silver plate. Immediately, a dilapidated piece of ancient cloth appeared in everyone's sight.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" saw the broken piece of cloth, after a moment of silence in the auction house, boos were heard all over the place.

"Is it finally here?" Ning Luo knew that what he was waiting for was finally coming.

Moreover, this thing is not at the same level as the previous auction.

Ning Luo also prepared until now before making a move.

At this time, Ning Luo's eyes had suddenly straightened.

Staring at the half pattern on the edge of the broken map with trembling eyes, Ning Luo took a deep breath in his heart, and tried his best to suppress the surging thoughts. This kind of broken map, his Naring Among them, there are two
And the pattern that only has half of it is not a pattern, but the "Jinglian Demon Fire" that ranks third in the strange fire list!
It is said that under this kind of demon fire, even Dou Zong and even Dou Zun can only tremble in fear. If he got it, Ning Luo even thought that even if he could attack Dou Emperor, he would be very powerful. possible.

Of course, Ning Luo didn't know the answer either. The only thing he could know now was to get that broken picture at all costs!
The auctioneer smiled bitterly: "According to the setting, the minimum price of this piece of broken cloth is [-] gold coins. Now, let's start the auction."

At this time, no one spoke, and no bid was made.

After a long time, there was a voice.

"11."

A faint voice broke the silence in the arena. Immediately, countless eyes moved along the voice, and finally settled on Ning Luo, who was near the front row, and some murmurs rang out.

"Is this guy out of his mind? Spending 11 yuan to buy a crap that doesn't know its purpose?"

Not only the crowd at the back, but even some forces in the front row cast their slightly surprised eyes on Ning Luo.

"Is that the kid?" Fan Ling, the Young Patriarch of the Blood Sect, looked at Ning Luo, but couldn't help frowning slightly.

Elder Qing also looked at Ning Luo with some surprise.

On the crystal platform, when someone finally made an offer, the auctioneer let out a sigh of relief, looked up at Ning Luo's place and said with a smile, "My lord bid 11, does anyone want to raise the price?"

Hearing the auctioneer's words, countless people rolled their eyes at the moment, how many idiots are there in this world?
The auctioneer also seemed to know that this question was for nothing, and after a sneer, he was about to drop the auction hammer in his hand.

"and many more."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, making the hammer in the auctioneer's hand stiff. Looking along the voice with suspicious eyes, he saw Fan Ling, the young master of the Blood Sect who was slowly standing up. He was startled and smiled. Said: "Young Sect Master, this is?"

Ignoring him, Fan Ling turned around under the eyes of everyone, stared at the Ningluo man sitting motionless on the chair with cold eyes, suddenly laughed, and said: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly became interested in this thing." A little interest, 13."

"Hehe. Do you want to fight with me? Is this Fan family planning to bleed heavily, or is it planning to cheat?" Ning Luo smiled lightly.

"Little guy, what is that totem?" Medusa asked.

"If you are my wife, I will tell you!" Ning Luo responded.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know, although you are a bit hateful, but what you value is definitely not a simple thing!" Medusa said.

Ning Luo smiled but said nothing.

Ning Luo leaned lazily on the soft back of the chair, with a flat tone, as if he was casually fighting with others: "15."

Ning Luo's price increase made Fan Ling raise his eyebrows. In this auction, apart from those who also had strong forces behind them, Ning Luo was the first solo person who dared to bid directly with him.

"20." Staring at Ning Luo for a long time, the Young Patriarch of the Blood Sect raised another nearly [-] with a wave of his palm.

The "Young Sect Master" saw Fan Ling's actions, and the old man next to him couldn't help but stand up. If it was said that it was a lot of money to buy the flying fighting skills before, it was justifiable, but now it's time to spend some money. The needless comparison of money and people is really inconsistent with Fan Ling's previous temperament.

"Sit down for me!" Fan Ling's face turned cold, and he yelled at the old man. The flash of hostility on his face made the old man's heart shudder, so he had to shrink back.

This was a somewhat inexplicable bidding contest, which immediately made everyone in the audience a little stunned. No one knew what this young suzerain was going crazy, and he suddenly got angry with someone he didn't know over money.

"25!" Ning Luo said flatly.

In terms of financial resources, Ning Luo is not inferior to anyone.

(End of this chapter)