Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

The scene was silent for a while.

"Humph."

The man who had previously bid hummed, hesitated for a moment, and gritted his teeth again and said: "One eight-color, eighth-grade pill!"

As soon as these words fell, there was a low uproar in the hall.

Obviously, it was somewhat unexpected that this guy was willing to take out an eight-color pill for a piece of broken map.

You know, for an eighth-grade pill, the value doubled with each additional color.

And the more time passes, the more exaggerated this doubling becomes, especially after eight colors.

And an eight-color pill is worth nine seven-color pills!

"Three!" An old voice sounded faintly and simply.

Yao Lao finally spoke, and directly offered a sky-high price for three eight-color pills!

Double the price.

Hearing Yao Lao's words, the man finally had to give up extremely unwillingly and shrank back.

Seeing that the guy didn't say anything, Xiao Yan was relieved in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Yao Lao's voice rang in his ears: "Don't be too happy too soon."

"It's not over yet." Wei Yang on the side also said with a fixed look.

Sure enough.

"Five!"

Hearing this cold voice, Xiao Yan's face twitched slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but look over.

Wei Yang also frowned and looked.

I saw a somewhat skinny figure sitting cross-legged on a large stone chair.

It seemed that he also sensed the gaze of Wei Yang and the others, and turned his head in vain. Under the shadow of the cloak, a pair of sinister eyes pierced like a sharp sword.

Buzz~

This gaze made the surrounding space slightly ripple, and at the same time, a strange pressure also enveloped the two.

"Hmm?" Wei Yang smiled, and under the shadow of the cloak, it seemed that two rounds of black suns suddenly appeared.

A hot breath emerged faintly, and immediately, it instantly destroyed the invisible pressure that attacked.

The skinny figure groaned and quickly retracted his gaze with fear, not daring to look again.

Just now, the two flashing black suns almost burned his eyes.

"Really arrogant, Brother Wei, what is the strength of this person?" Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes and asked softly.

"It's about the same as that old man Baoshan, and he is also a strong man who has stepped half a foot into the semi-saint." Wei Yang said casually.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan curled his lips secretly and didn't care.

I thought he was so awesome, but it turned out to be just a peak of the ninth revolution.

"Eight pieces!"

While Wei Yang and the others were talking, Yao Lao also quoted the price again.

Although the voice was still faint and very calm, under the shadow of the cloak, he had already frowned a little, and his face was not very good.

Obviously, this kind of bidding was too much.

"Hehe, this friend bid eight eight-color eighth-grade pills, is there anyone else who wants to bid?" The old man Baoshan looked around and asked with a smile.

This made the hall silent for a while, and then a lot of eyes were cast towards the skinny figure who had bid earlier.

In response to the many eyes, the skinny black-robed man smiled coldly, and then said sinisterly: "A nine-color eighth-grade pill! If there is anyone who can offer a higher price than this, then this incomplete map will belong to him."

"This guy is really crazy!"

Hearing this, everyone in the hall was in an uproar again.

Unexpectedly, this black-robed man actually took out the nine-color eighth-grade pill!

You know, this level of pill is very close to the legendary ninth-grade treasure pill.

Nowadays, there are only a handful of masters who can refine this level of pills on the entire continent, and each one can be said to be hard to come by!

Everyone present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The faces of Wei Yang, his master and his apprentice also became a little gloomy and ugly at this moment.

They only have one elixir of the eighth grade with nine colors.

It's not that they can't refine it. Not to mention the current Yao Lao, Wei Yang himself is quite confident that he can successfully refine it.

However, they don't have enough materials at present.

After all, if you want to refine an eighth grade with nine colors, the material requirements are very picky and demanding, and it's not easy to get them together.

And there is not enough time, so they basically refined elixirs below eight colors in the previous half month of rushing to refine.

As for the only elixir of the eighth grade with nine colors in their hands, it was the snow-white fat cat elixir beast obtained from the Dou Sheng Ruins last time.

And if they exchanged it with the elixir beast, the loss would be too terrible.

After all, the elixir beast has experienced countless years in the Dou Sheng Ruins and is full of spirituality. If it is well fed, it can be promoted to the ninth grade treasure elixir or even the mysterious elixir in the future. At that time, its value will suddenly increase by hundreds of times.

Even the Dou Sheng strongmen will be jealous of it.

Therefore, such a potential elixir would never be exchanged for a mere fragment of a map.

Because it is not worth it at all.

Also, they did not bring the elixir beast with them now, but left it in Xingyun Pavilion. It was the pet of the three little guys, and the three little guys had been feeding it all along.

The faces of the three masters and apprentices all looked a little ugly at this moment.

A Dou Sheng, a half-saint, and a first-turn Dou Zun, and all three of them were alchemy masters, but they were suppressed by a ninth-turn Dou Zun in elixir, and they were indeed a little unhappy.

However, if you are unhappy, you will be unhappy, but there is nothing you can do about it.

And even if you have plenty of money, there is no need to continue this kind of bidding, it is not worth it.

Yao Lao's fingers gently tapped the armrest of the stone chair.

"Teacher, let's forget it." Wei Yang leaned on the back of his chair and said softly: "Since you can't get it by normal means, let's get it in another way."

If he remembered correctly, the identity of that skinny figure should be one of the three scorpion ghosts?

He doesn't feel any pressure to rob such a person.

As for the strength of the three ghosts, do they claim to be able to defeat the Half-Saint together?

joke!

Xiao Yan also pulled Yao Lao's sleeves and slowly shook his head at him.

Upon seeing this, Yao Lao slowly opened his palms, took a breath, nodded, and his low voice reached the ears of the two disciples, "Then let's give it up. There is really no need to continue competing like this. The price is too high and not worth it.”

Although the three masters and disciples do not have nine-color eight-grade elixirs in their hands, if they really want to compete at all costs, they can scrape together, scratch their trouser pockets, and rely on momentum to get a nine-color eight-grade elixir. for higher value items, but not necessary.

"I already know the identity of that old guy. He is an old rival from back then. This time, I can just settle the old grudges." Yao Lao hummed.

With Yao Lao's temperament, he originally wanted to bring his two disciples out to see the world and be impressive, but he didn't expect that he would lose face because he was still on the elixir, so naturally he wouldn't just let it go.

Moreover, this last remaining picture will not be given up just like that.

It just so happened that the competitor was still his old enemy.

That's not much to say.

Since it cannot be obtained through normal means, the only way is to use abnormal means.

Moreover, this was not the first time that he and Xiao Yan had done this kind of thing. It was the same thing when they were in the Black Corner Territory. They had just obtained the second residual map by intercepting him halfway.

That's how Fan's son died.

It seems that this time, I have to go back to my old profession again.

It just so happened that Wei Yang, his disciple, seemed to have never done this kind of thing with him, so it would be a good idea to help him get familiar with the business.