I can increase my proficiency

The day of the auction.

Zhang Hao took Jiu'er to the auction.

As the lord of the majestic imperial palace, Jiu'er also has some money in his hand, and he is going to the auction to buy some things for himself.

Although the theme of this auction is the Dark Race, there are also other auction items such as pills, treasures, and spiritual materials.

The auction will be held at the Martial Artists Association of Thousand Star City, and those who cannot come to the scene can also participate in the auction through the God of War space.

Arriving at the eighteenth floor, looking at the somewhat empty auction site, Zhang Hao was a little dazed.

Am I here early?

It was also the first time for him to participate in this kind of occasion, and he thought that there was no other process that he didn't know, so he asked the staff.

Then I realized that there was no other process, it was just that other people were looking at the "goods" on the basement floors.

Sight?

A little confused, Zhang Hao took Jiu'er to the underground as well.

Although I don't know what to look at, but there are many people and there is excitement.

They just love to join in the fun.

Taking the elevator to the ground floor, as soon as he got out of the elevator, Zhang Hao felt kind and excited about the scene that greeted him.

I saw that there were sealed and transparent cells inside, which felt like the monster prison back then.

Can't help but remind Zhang Hao of the good old days when he ate meat and drank heavily.

And what is locked inside is the main commodity of this auction... the Dark Race.

Looking around, they are all dark races, at least a few hundred.

Can Zhang Hao not be excited to see so many cute Anklans at once?

In front of each cell, there are information and auction marks of the dark people held in it.

The underground floors of the Martial Artists Association have been transformed into prisons for the Dark Race.

This kind of auction will definitely be held frequently in the future, so it is not a waste.

At this time, in the Anzu prison, many warriors gathered together in twos and threes, pointing and talking to each other in the Anzu prison, and many people were taking notes.

"Look at this p30, just the teeth, the shiny skin, and the big piercing eyes, it's absolutely high-quality, the effect of using it to worship the stove must be extraordinary."

"I don't think it's a bit hard to say. It's a bit abnormal to have such a good appearance. It looks like it has been refurbished and oiled. Maybe it's a product with a golden appearance and a rotten appearance."

"Superficial, how can you look at their appearance with the Dark Race Sacred Stove, but I think the effect of the Sacred Stove should be reflected in their inner state. The less negative emotions in the heart, the better the Sacred Stove effect."

Hearing this, the two people who spoke before immediately glanced at the speaker with a look of extreme contempt.

It's going to be sacrificed, how can it have no negative emotions in its heart!

Those who study the inner state of the dark people are all stupid two hundred and five. How did this person learn alchemy?

These alchemists are not as systematic as Zhang Hao, and a first-rank dark race is two hundred.

Their furnaces have had good and bad effects.

And it didn't happen to me alone, it happened to all alchemists.

Then the alchemists began to think, why is this happening?

In the end, the answer was that it must be the cause of the dark race.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, so the quality of the dark people must be different.

Then these alchemists whose brains had collapsed, studied what kind of dark clan sacrificial furnace had the best effect.

Some people think that the effect of the sacrificial stove is based on the physical condition of the dark people. The better the body, the better the effect of the sacrificial stove.

The people of this faction bought the Anzu into their hands, and served them with delicious food and drinks. When the skin raised by the Anzu was all shiny, they threw it into the alchemy furnace as a sacrifice.

Others believe that the effect of the sacrificial stove is related to the state of mind of the Anzu, the happier it is, the better the effect.

The Anzu are going to be sacrificed, and the Anzu are happy, these bastards have a way.

After buying it back, they also served delicious food and drinks, and when the panic of the dark people gradually calmed down, they told jokes to the dark people.

As long as the Anzu is happy, he will throw it into the pill furnace with lightning speed before the Anzu reacts.

Isn't this just smiling and offering sacrifices to the furnace!

That's why these people would come to see the goods before the auction, just like betting on stones in the early years.

After entering the door and listening to a few words, Zhang Hao's face turned dark when he figured out what was going on.

These alchemists must all be sick, so why study these things if they have nothing to do!

I have eaten the brain-dead pill by mistake.

Then, his heart moved again.

Although the things these alchemists do are worth two hundred and five, it seems that these two hundred and five things are profitable!

With his chest raised and his hands behind his back, he walked over with a grandmaster's demeanor.

After sizing up the Anzu in the cage, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and whispered in surprise: "This p30... is interesting!"

The people around were all attentively observing the Anzu in the cell, so no one noticed him.

Hearing the voice at this time, he turned his head and looked, and was shocked in his heart.

"Isn't this alchemist Zhang, alchemist Zhang discovered the method of sacrificial furnace first, and it is also the only alchemist who can make a perfect number of golden alchemy so far."

"He must have an extraordinary understanding of the Dark Race, knowing what kind of Dark Race works best,"

Thinking of this, someone asked: "Danshi Zhang, what's so interesting about this p30, please tell us about it."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao's eyes flashed a bright light, then he looked left and right, found the staff of the association and said, "Please open this door, I'll go in and have a look."

The dark people don't use qi, so medicines that suppress qi are useless to them. At the same time, the free-scaling characteristics also make ordinary restraint methods have no effect on them.

And because alchemists have different needs for the dark race, they can't use too violent methods, so as not to damage the appearance and reduce the price.

In addition, the alchemist had to look at the goods, so he didn't give anesthesia.

Therefore, these dark races have no restraints in the prison cells and have full combat effectiveness.

So upon hearing this, the staff of the association was a bit at a loss as to what to do.

"Hey, what are you afraid of, Zhang Danshi is a hero who won nine small worlds in a row, and can hurt a small second-rank dark race."

"Besides, we are still here, so there will be no trouble."

Although these alchemists are craftsmen, it doesn't mean they can't fight.

Take Ming Fei Juli. Although he was beaten by a cat, he is also a genius who is as famous as Zhuge Wudi.

Although these alchemists patted their chests to assure them, if something happened, it would be their fault.

But this staff member didn't take this issue, and he wasn't a three-year-old child, so he believed what he said about being struck by lightning.

The cell was opened only after the higher authorities agreed.

The Anzu were not fools either, there were so many people outside, so they didn't run outside.

Walking in, looking at the Anzu shivering in the corner, Zhang Hao licked his lips, showing a cruel and perverted smile.

Chapter 229 Auction [-]

When everyone was unprepared, Zhang Hao brutally beat p30.

No one expected that Zhang Hao would make a sudden move. After he reacted, the p30 with perfect conduct had become dilapidated and unreadable.

The most distressing thing here is the owner of the p30. The original p30 was a very good horse, but now it has become a miscellaneous donkey, worthless!

He waited angrily for Zhang Hao to come out, and then prepared to seek compensation from him.

If someone breaks something, compensation is justified.

But later, the faces of people on this floor changed a little, and Zhang Hao actually fought endlessly.

And the methods are extremely violent and cruel.

Accompanied by p30's horrific screams, black blood splashed everywhere in the cell.

The small cell has turned into an endless purgatory.

The face of the owner of the p30 also changed from black to white, and he was going to think carefully about the issue of asking Zhang Hao for compensation.

5 minute later.

p30 was kneeling straight on the ground, looking at Zhang Hao with admiration.

Called affectionately: "Dad!"

The alchemist who saw this scene felt that Zhang Hao was abnormal and cruel, but he was also thinking about it.

Why is he beating p30.

And why did he let it call him dad.

When the energy point increased by [-] points, Zhang Hao stopped.

If it continues to be scraped, this dark race will be useless.

After stopping, he looked at the p30 kneeling on the ground and nodded pretendingly, looking thoughtful.

Then he turned his head to Jiu'er and nodded slightly.

Zhang Hao and Jiu'er's tacit understanding needless to say, Zhang Hao blinked, and Jiu'er knew what wicked idea he had in mind.

Seeing this, he took out Zhang Hao's notebook, held a pen between his little paws, and wrote down the number p30 on it.

Seeing this scene, the alchemists were taken aback for a moment, then they all took out their notes and wrote down the number of p30.

Experts like Zhang Hao who study the dark race favor the p30, so the effect of the p30's sacrificial furnace must be extraordinary.

And the owner of the p30 was also stunned for a while, and then his heart blossomed with joy.

With this posture, the p30 will definitely command a high price.

What kind of money does Zhang Hao have to pay for this, I have to thank him.

Seeing this, the other consignors were moved in their hearts.

If Zhang Hao also writes down his Dark Clan, wouldn't that be worth the money?

This is the God of Wealth!

Without waiting for Zhang Hao to write down the next Anzu, Jiu'er jumped onto Zhang Hao's shoulder and glanced at it quietly.

"Meow." Zhang Hao, someone offered [-], let you take a look at his goods.

Zhang Hao nodded slightly, and then went to look at the Anzu who gave the money.

Because time is limited, this time I didn't beat him to death, I slapped my mouth twice, squeezed my mouth open to look at the teeth, and nodded for Jiu'er to write it down.

Then this dark race will appreciate in value.

Seeing this scene, there was nothing else to say. Those cargo owners all secretly contacted Zhang Hao and asked him to take a look at his place and give an evaluation.

As the saying goes, using people's money to eliminate disasters with others, and collecting money to do things is the most basic bottom line of being a human being.

Of course, you can't be satisfied with everything, and there must be bad things.

In front of the cell door of an Anzu, Zhang Hao glanced at the Anzu inside, and then it was as if he saw something extremely disgusting.

With a "bah", he spat on the ground with a look of disgust.

Seeing this scene, the alchemists understood that this must be the kind of useless sacrificial furnace waste material.

Looking at the eyes of this Anzu, it's like looking at a pile of stinky shit, they all took out their notes and wrote it down, this can't be photographed.

Seeing this, the owner of the dark race immediately looked unlucky and almost cried.

Although it looks pitiful, it's just an act.

It is a human thing to take money from others and step on others!

It's all good communication.

There must be good and bad to be normal, otherwise it will be false.