The Legend of Douba Resurrection

Fan Ling smiled meaningfully.

A 15-year-old pinnacle fighter is indeed very talented. Even when he was 15, he had barely stepped into the realm of a fighter, but wouldn't it feel great to kill a genius.

Fan Ling forcibly suppressed the eagerness in his eyes and thought.

"140 million!"

"150 million!"

......

"200 million!"

As soon as this finale item came up, its auction price rose to 200 million gold coins.

Fan Ling looked at Xiao Yan, who seemed to be sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai before bidding, sneered and said, "Are you planning to make the final decision? Hey, I'm waiting for you."

"240 million!"

"250 million!"

As auction prices rose again, the extent and frequency of price increases by auctioneers continued to weaken.

"almost."

The auctioneer thought.

"300 million!"

Suddenly a deep voice resounded powerfully across the field.

"Well, it's that mysterious boy."

The auctioneer followed his reputation.

Seeing the auctioneer looking towards him, Xiao Yan held his head proudly to show his determination to win.

As Xiao Yan increased the size again, this time no one was chasing after him, Xiao Yan couldn't help showing a little bit of joy when he saw this.

With this three-pattern green elixir, I can "promote" to the Great Fighter!

"330 million!"

At this time, Fan Ling suddenly raised his right hand and shouted.

"you......"

Xiao Yan really didn't expect that the things he was about to get would be cut off by others.

"Hehe, let's play slowly, I have plenty of time and gold coins."

Seeing Xiao Yan looking towards him, Fan Ling couldn't help but sneered.

Oh, this bitch is exhausted after all, don't mention how comfortable this is in my heart.

Also, the beauty next to her is really pretty when she gets angry.

Well, I changed my mind, so let this beauty have a chance to survive, as long as she is willing to kneel down and beg herself "hardly".

After all, such treasures should be kept and played carefully.

It seemed that he had thought of the wonderful point, and Fan Ling couldn't help the lewd look on his face, and his lower body reacted even more unbearably.

Well, Fan Ling was so frightened that he quickly raised his legs wittily.

Anyway, Fan Ling felt relieved after suppressing it for so long, so cool!

The elder surnamed Wang, who watched Fan Ling's small movements all the time, frowned quietly with a look of disgust on his face.

"350 million!"

Xiao Yan said in embarrassment.

"400 million gold coins!"

Fan Ling raised his hand again without hesitation.

"Young master, although this three-pattern green elixir is precious, its value is no more than 300 million gold coins at most. It is really not worth the loss to win it for 400 million gold coins."

The elder surnamed Wang from the Blood Sect spoke out.

"Hey, I know, but if I don't cut off this kid's beard, I can't get rid of my anger."

Fan Ling said coldly.

"Yes."

Elder Wang had no choice but to step down.

What can I do?This Fan Ling spends his father's money, but he can stop him.

I was wrong, not only is the bear not cute, but he should also be beaten up!

The elder surnamed Wang groaned in his heart.

Xiao Yan was already looking at Fan Ling with anger, but the more Fan Ling saw Xiao Yan like this, the happier he was.

Xiao Yan's facial expression was constantly changing, and after finally looking at Medusa for a while, it seemed as if he had finally strengthened his determination. He gritted his teeth and shouted cruelly: "420 million!"