Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

As the former prince of the Star Luo Empire, his mother was still the princess whom the Heaven Dou Empire married and married, although Hemingway was not welcomed because of half of the enemy's blood. But there is still no shortage of things like money. Especially when he fled to the sea when he was six years old, his mother even put all of her small vault in a storage ring and handed it to him. So at this time, he has a lot of good things in his storage ring. Among them, even if the vulgar objects such as gold coins are not piled up like a mountain, they are at least enough to make him a rich man for a lifetime.

In short, Hemingway is not short of money.

But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't even open his eyes, still lying on the couch leisurely and saying, "You don't have enough money."

Hemingway said: "This is a hundred gold soul coins, yes."

The middle-aged man's vague voice said faintly: "But I want to sell two hundred gold soul coins for my crystal."

"You..." Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't help it this time. Hemingway waved to stop him just about to say something.

"Okay, two hundred gold soul coins."

After speaking, Hemingway took out another money bag, and he now had two in his hand.

"You don't have enough money, I'm talking about five hundred gold soul coins." The middle-aged man still said with an old spirit.

This time it was even more ruthless, more than doubled directly!

Hemingway's eyes were slightly narrowed, but a smile appeared on his face, and his tone of voice remained unchanged: "Well, five hundred gold soul coins are five hundred gold soul coins!"

He wanted to see how greedy this profiteer could be.

As the saying goes, there are only three things.

Just do it once or twice. If you continue to be greedy, Hemingway will let this guy know what will happen to being too greedy!

He took the two small bags of gold coins back into the storage ring, and when he flipped his wrist, a much larger money bag appeared. There are exactly five hundred gold soul coins in it.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw this, he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

Clinker, it turns out that people's greed is really endless.

A piece of rotten crystal pitted five hundred gold soul coins, and Flanders was still not satisfied. Still lying on the recliner, he said in a careless manner: "You got it wrong, I'm talking about a thousand gold soul coins."

Three times.

For the third time, the price was changed and increased.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him as if he was looking at the world's number one profiteer.

When Hemingway faced him changing his mouth and increasing the price for the third time, his expression did not change, but he said slowly, "A thousand gold soul coins, are you sure you don't change the price?"

This was the last chance he gave Flanders, and if he stopped there, he knew how to stop. Hemingway might not let him go and buy this gem with a thousand gold soul coins. After reading the original, he doesn't hate this character. But if you continue to be greedy...

"Well, you take the crystal of five thousand soul gold coins." Flander said straightforwardly.

"Ah."

Hemingway smiled.

If you don't die, you won't die.

Faced with Flander’s direct five times the price, he nodded gently, and said, “Okay, five thousand gold soul coins are only five thousand gold soul coins. But now I don’t have so much cash with me, it’s better for me to buy a treasure. Let me mortgage it with you for the time being. How do you think?"

"Oh, treasure!"

When Flander opened his eyes when he heard this, there was obviously some interest. Straightening up from the recliner, he asked with interest, "What kind of treasure?"

"This is it."

Hemingway gently pulled out the Trident of Poseidon tied to his back, holding the black, unremarkable trident in one hand, and solemnly said: "This thing is said to be the secret treasure of the sea. It is my travels. The sea accidentally got it, but it has never been able to get a glimpse of the secret."

"Isn't it just a fork?"

Flander looked at the dark and unremarkable Trident of the Seagod, with a casual appearance. But in fact, I was very sure in my heart that this thing is definitely not a mortal thing. Based on his years of profiteer intuition, this thing must have a big secret! Extraordinary and vulgar thing.

Unexpectedly, with a broken crystal today, such a treasure could be pitted.

Make a lot of money!

Even though I was extremely excited, but on the surface, he kept saying indifferently: "This thing is nothing unusual. Just let me have a look." As he said, he stretched out his hand and motioned him to throw it to himself.

"Okay, then you can pick it up."

Hemingway showed a kind smile on his face, and then gently tossed the Poseidon Trident like this...The pitch-black trident glided across a beautiful parabola in the air, and finally landed firmly on the palm of Flander's outstretched palm.

Flander seemed very careless. After all, this black trident was as light as wood in Hemingway's hands. Even if he wanted this thing to be a little heavy, it must be extremely limited. Who knows that when his hand touches the thrown trident, he only feels that what he is catching is like a mountain!

"Rumble!!!"

The whole shop was trembling crazy!

The land involved in the surrounding shops was also shaking, and the whole street seemed to be struck by a small earthquake!

"Ah ah ah!!!"

A miserable howl followed.

He turned his gaze back to the shop.

At this time, a huge deep pit appeared in the entire shop, with cracks all around, even spreading to the wall... The whole house became a dilapidated and dilapidated house. It is not surprising that it will collapse in the next moment.

But Flander, who was still there with a careless and expert face, was kneeling in the pit at the moment, his right hand was **** and **** pressed by a black trident, seeing that this hand was already useless. .

Flender howled sorrowfully, like a humble bereaved dog. Where is the arrogant appearance of the original profiteer.

Standing on the edge of the pit, Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing looked condescendingly at the shopkeeper who was howling in the pit below, with indifferent eyes. There was no fluctuation in the heart of this tragic scene. Because he deserves it!

Insatiable, this is what it should end up!

Is the Trident of Poseidon so easy to pick up?

It weighs one hundred and eight thousand catties!

To pick up such a weight with bare hands... he was lucky with just one hand.

"Okay~www.NovelMTL.com~ Stop howling."

The smile on Hemingway's face remained unchanged, and he smiled and asked, "How about it, after confirming it by hand, my trident is a treasure?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My trident is a bit heavy, so be careful when you take it." He seemed to remember something again, and reminded him: "It weighs one hundred and eight thousand catties."

"Fuck, Nima's one hundred and eight thousand catties, what do you call it a bit heavy?!" The entire palm of his hand was smashed abruptly, and Flander, who was so painful that he could hardly speak, collapsed. Inside the pit, cursed in my heart.

He knew that he was dead this time.

It's misleading.

These two young men are definitely not ordinary soul masters.

Don't mention anything else, just the weapon that smashed one of his hands, he hadn't even heard of it. It weighs tens of thousands of catties, what kind of concept is this? Can anyone really pick up such a heavy weapon?

Flender knew that he had kicked the iron this time.