Du Zhi smiled and explained, "The Xiantian Original Liquid is sealed in this stone orb. There aren't many of them, only nine drops!"
"Nine drops? That's enough! "
Someone whispered.
On the other hand, there were people who looked excited.
The Xiantian Original Liquid was too precious. If there were too many of them, not many people could afford it. But if there were only nine drops, they could give it a try.
Moreover, even if there were only nine drops, the effect would be amazing.
"I'm going to get these nine drops of Xiantian Original Liquid." Lu Ming looked at the stone orb with determination.
His physical body had been stuck at the Perfect Grade 2 for a long time. As long as he could get these nine drops of Xiantian Original Liquid, his physical body would definitely improve by leaps and bounds. It would be easy for him to break through to the Third Grade.
If that was the case, his battle prowess would have a huge increase.
"Nine drops of Xiantian Original Liquid. The elders of the Di Tian Fighting Ground have studied it and there's no mistake. Alright, let's start the auction. The starting price for each drop of Xiantian Original Liquid is ten thousand Spiritual Crystals. The starting price for nine drops is ninety thousand Spiritual Crystals. Every bid must be at least five thousand Spiritual Crystals."
Du Zhi announced.
Si si …
Many people gasped and looked dejected.
Although they had expected it, they were still shocked when they heard the starting price.
Ninety thousand Spiritual Crystals was enough to extinguish the fire in their hearts.
"One hundred thousand Spiritual Crystals."
Although the price was high, it wasn't something that everyone couldn't afford. Someone immediately made a bid, and it came from a VIP room.
From the voice of the third VIP room, he seemed to be very young.
"One hundred and ten thousand!"
Immediately after, a rather old voice came from VIP room No.9.
"One hundred and twenty thousand!"
A voice suddenly sounded in the hall. Everyone looked over and saw a tall and muscular man.
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
In VIP room number three, the young voice sounded, but it was a little cold.
"One hundred and sixty thousand!"
Immediately after, the ninth VIP room made a bid.
In the hall, the muscular man's eyes flickered as he stared at the stone orb on the stage. His eyes were filled with unwillingness.
But in the end, he let out a long sigh and gave up.
One hundred and sixty thousand Spiritual Crystals had already exceeded all of his assets.
He could only give up.
"One hundred and seventy thousand!"
The third VIP room continued to raise the price.
"180,000!"
VIP room 9 did not give in at all.
At this moment, Lu Ming did not bid. There was no need to bid now. It would be the same if he bid later.
VIP room 3 and VIP room 9 were competing with each other. Soon, the price of the Xiantian Origin Liquid had reached a high of 250,000.
At that moment, the voice in VIP room number three was incomparably cold.
At this moment, there were five young men sitting in VIP room 3.
However, the expressions of the five young men did not look good.
"Where did this old man come from? He actually dares to compete with Senior Brother He Qiuming for treasures. He's courting death!"
A young man with a slightly pale face said with a murderous look.
"That's right. Looks like he doesn't know that we're disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect."
Another person said coldly.
Among the five people, the one sitting in the middle was a handsome young man in a blue robe. At this moment, his face was very cold.
He frowned and looked at VIP room 9. "Senior, I'm Qiuming, a disciple of the Ten Directions Sword Sect. These nine drops of Xiantian Origin Liquid are very useful to me. I hope you can give them to me."
His words were very polite, but his voice was cold and filled with murderous intent. An extremely powerful aura spread out from VIP room 3.
This was clearly a threat.
"A disciple of the Ten Directions Sword Sect!"
Everyone in the hall was shocked. Their eyes were filled with fear.
"You're from the Qiu family of the Ten Directions Sword Sect?"
The old voice came from VIP room 9. There was an old man sitting inside. At this moment, he was filled with fear.
"That's right!"
Qiuming replied coldly.
"Fine, I'll give these nine drops of Xiantian Origin Liquid to you young people!"
The old man in VIP room 9 pondered for a while and finally sighed.
The Ten Directions Sword Sect was definitely a giant in the Blazing Sun Empire. Not many people dared to offend them.
The old man's withdrawal made Qiuming smile.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand, two hundred and fifty thousand, any higher bids?"
Du Zhi asked as he looked around.
"This is Xiantian Origin Liquid. It's extremely rare in the world. In the Blazing Sun Empire, it's extremely useful to the physical body. If you miss this chance, you don't know when you'll get another chance. If you want it, hurry up and bid. Two hundred and fifty thousand. Are there any higher bids? "
Du Zhi tried his best to tempt the crowd.
He was very unhappy with Qiuming's performance just now, so he naturally shouted to his heart's content.
"This old man!"
Qiuming gritted his teeth and glared at Du Zhi. If looks could kill, Du Zhi would have been pierced through.
"300,000!"
Right at this moment, a clear and bright voice suddenly rang out and spread throughout the entire place, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.
Someone had bid. After knowing that it was a disciple of the Ten Directions Sword Sect, he still dared to bid.
Who was this person?
Everyone's gaze immediately turned towards VIP room 7.
That's right. The person who had bid was Lu Ming.
Moreover, he increased the price by 50,000, pushing the price to 300,000.
"Three hundred thousand. Alright, this friend bids three hundred thousand. Is there anyone who wants to bid higher?"
Du Zhi was overjoyed and announced.
Bam!
In VIP room 3, Qiuming slammed his palm on the table and broke it into pieces. His face was extremely gloomy.
"Where did this brat come from? How dare he bid when he knows that we're disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect? Is he courting death?"
The pale young man roared and his voice echoed throughout the hall.
"I bid 300,000 Spiritual Crystals. Are you going to bid or not?"
Lu Ming curled his lips and said calmly.
"You're courting death!"
Qiuming finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted coldly, "Brat, I'll give you five breaths to withdraw your bid. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."
"If you have the money, pay up. If you don't, why are you still here? Scram!"
This was Lu Ming's reply. It was overbearing and domineering.
The entire auction hall was shocked.
This mysterious person was so overbearing that he even asked the Ten Directions Sword Sect to scram?
"You …"
Qiuming's face turned pale. A powerful aura spread out and shrouded VIP room 7.
"Brat, I'll kill you now."
Qiuming roared.
"You can try me!"
Lu Ming replied in a domineering manner.
Although Du Zhi's cultivation was at the eighth-grade Martial Master Realm, why would Lu Ming be afraid of him?
"Die!"
Qiuming roared as he walked out of the VIP room and was about to head to VIP room 3.
"How dare you!"
Suddenly, Du Zhi furiously roared, and an extremely terrifying aura exploded out, crushing down on Qiu Ming's body like a mountain. Qiu Ming's body trembled, and he was unable to move.
Martial Ancestor Realm. This is the aura of a Martial Ancestor Realm.
The entire hall was shocked. They didn't expect Du Zhi, who looked so friendly, to be a Martial Ancestor Realm expert.
"Old man, what are you doing? Are you courting death? I'm a disciple of the Ten Directions Sword Sect. "
Qiuming roared.
"What bullshit Ten Directions Sword Sect? How dare you cause trouble at the Di Tian Auction Hall? Die!"
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