Chapter 622: Demon Fire Residual Picture

After all, no matter how many people are killed, it will kill only a few people, but if one power is overthrown, the other forces in Pointe-Noire will all be in conflict with the enemy. They do not want a new power to disrupt the current situation.
Chu Mo ’s gaze swept among the VIPs who participated in the auction below. Those who can participate in this level of auction are generally rich or expensive. Eventually his gaze fell on a somewhat pale and handsome face. From the appearance of young people
his age is only about twenty-four or five. However, judging from the occasional energy infiltrating the body, the air slightly fluctuates. Its strength is probably at least at the level of fighting spirits.
The young patriarchs of the Blood Sect, Fan Ling, and Chu Mo recognized each other. His father was among the top ten of the Black List, and he founded the Blood Sect, which was considered a major force in the Black Corner.
"It's bad luck for you." Chu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth and put his eyes back on the auction stand.
"This sword is named Han Feng. It is made of iron. It can be called iron-cutting like mud. And it is perfectly inlaid with a tri-grade ice magic core. If people who practice water and ice attributes hold it against the enemy. Power It must be a higher level weapon. But it is a must-have when you go out. If you are interested. Do n’t spare money. Money is of course valuable under the premise of life and enjoyment? Ha ha. "
The old man held an azure long sword. The sword was shocked. A touch of cold rose. Forms a faint white gas. He turned to look at the auction house. Squinted: "Please reserve a price of 100,000, please."
"Three hundred thousand!"
Chu Mo directly bids out the price, he is the top box, when he bids out, there will naturally be a maid underneath to help show the cards.
Like Chu Mo, directly increasing the price by three times basically cuts off the possibility of others competing. What's more, this product is not very precious, but more people's eyes are still looking at the box where Chu Mo is located.
How long has it been since the Black Seal Auction House opened? Even the Young Sect Master of the Blood Sect can only be in the VIP seat below, the Black Seal Auction House, and today it seems that a big figure has come.
Most people swallow. The auction will continue.
Treasure armor. Fighting skills. Exercises. All kinds of medicinal materials and other dazzling treasures were pushed in turn. But every time, as long as the young patriarch of the blood sect, Chu Mo immediately raised the price by doubling the price.
The auction will continue for more than half of the time, and the other party hasn't bought anything.
"boom!"
"This guy is aiming at Sect Master Ben Shao." Sect Master Blood Sect, angrily raised his hand and smashed it on the seat. He almost couldn't help but stood up and yelled, but the subordinates around him stopped him.
After all, those who can live in this kind of box, they may not be able to afford it, if the Blood Sect Master is here, it is almost the same.
"This little guy, it's not as unrelenting as I thought, and it's astonishing, but how long can you bear it." Chu Mo chuckled, picked up a cup of tea, and tasted it gently.
On the crystal stage, the auction continues. The auctioneer carefully picked up a roll made of ancient jade. Facing the field. My face is mysterious.
"Everyone. I'm afraid that few people need to auction the things that have been seen now. This is also a fighting skill. But the loss of the production method. It is now extremely rare."
The auctioneer shook his palm. The reel suddenly fell. Immediately revealed. Suddenly. A pair of scaled-down versions of the black bat wings with a slightly sultry look. Appeared in everyone's sight. Above the wings of the dark bat. There was a faint light of thunder. Some radians. It looks like a lightning with a substantial shape, quite strange.
"Flying fighting skills, Thunderbat Sky Wing!"
The auction house is quiet. Some people who don't know much about goods. Slightly at a loss. And those who have heard the name of flying fighting skills. For example, the Blood Sect in front. Black Skull Tomb and other forces. There was a little commotion.
Especially, the young patriarch of the blood sect, he is still a fighting spirit, and he can't fight to gasify the wings. This flying fighting technique has helped him a lot.
"Huh, I want to see, how can you fight me this time?"
Blood Sect Master Sect, looked at the direction of the box and was a little angry. The previous commodities were all petty and the prices were not high. For these things to offend others, it is indeed worthless.
"Oh. Presumably you all know that flying fighting skills are rare today. So after our negotiation, this volume of" Ray Thunder Wings ". If it is arranged according to level. It should be regarded as a low-level flying fighting skill. Therefore his auction The reserve price. Set at one million now. The auction starts. "
The white-haired auctioneer smiled.
Just after the voice of the white-haired auctioneer fell. Fan Ling, the Sect Master of Blood Sect, slowly stood up. The cold eyes looked around. Ruofan is in eye contact with him. All involuntarily flashed their eyes away.
"1.3 million!"
"Finally, I can't help it." Chu Mo chuckled lightly. For him, this flying fighting technique is nothing to attract him. At his training speed, he can step into the realm of fighting king for at most another six months. , Fighting gasification wings.
"1500000!"
Chu Mo said slowly, not in a hurry.
In one round, the price was raised by 500,000 gold coins, which made many people feel timid and calmed down because of their fierce fighting skills.
"1.6 million!" Fan Ling raised an eyebrow and clenched his fists tightly, holding back his anger.
"Two million." Chu Mo's steady voice slowly sounded, but this time it was not just a quotation. "The blood doll's little doll, the old man has money to play with you slowly. The old man puts his words here today. , Your blood sect, can't take away one thing. "
"you!!!"
Fan Lingqi turned to point in the direction of the box, just wanted to scold, but was stopped by the elders beside him.
"The young patriarch calms down and the overall situation matters."
Fan Ling took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed her anger, and sat back again. This scene caused other forces at the auction to squint. This was not the style of Blood Sect.
"Oh. The next auction. It's a little strange. Because we haven't figured out what it does. But after our heavy auction debate, it's like an unknown treasure map."
The white-haired auctioneer smiled awkwardly, although he took over the previous events and continued to host.
Bend over and take out a silver plate. Then carefully lift the brocade on the silver plate. Suddenly. An ancient piece of cloth that is broken and torn.
Chu Mo, who was originally listless, suddenly caught his eyes and stood up from his position.
He naturally recognized it at a glance. ! !
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