Chapter 1152 Fifty?
"Dong...Dongfang Huier?"
Swish!
Seeing the girl, many people present showed a hint of surprise on their faces. The platform, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet, and their eyes were all flashing, and they fell on the girl.
The young master of the Guhun Sect subconsciously frowned.
Who doesn’t know the Eastern Imperial Clan in the entire Holy Killing Territory?
"Tsk...I remember that Dongfang Huier seemed to be the pearl in the hand of the old emperor of the Dongfang family. Why did he come to this place where birds do not shit?" A young man from an ancient sect clicked his mouth twice, and his eyes were full of scorching heat.
"Shh, dog, don't shut up, and you'll get rid of the people of the Dongfang family. Not to mention you, even our Tianyin Sect, can't bear their anger. Besides, it's still the pearl in the hands of the Dongfang Old Emperor, how can you discuss?" The old man standing beside him whispered.
East...the old emperor of the East?
Swish!
Thinking of the Dongfang family and the powerful methods in the past, the young man from the Yin Sect suddenly became as quiet as a cicada, lowering his head, and even daring to take a breath.
Even Jia Zhengdao on the high platform just smiled carefully.
"Well... are you Jia Zhengdao?" Dongfang Huier nodded and asked crisply. The one in her hand was not as tall as a snow-capped lion and tiger beast, which seemed to have not yet activated its intelligence. She was a little uncomfortable when she was tied up by the immortal rope, and kept digging around on the ground.
An adult snow-bound lion and tiger beast is also a well-known existence in the boundless spectrum of all beasts.
Although the lion and tiger beast in Dongfang Huier's hand was not yet adult, its silly claws had begun to show their power. The extremely hard Gengshi around the platform was completely crushed into powder by it.
"Little... the little guy is Jia Zhengdao, no... I don't know that Miss Dongfang suddenly came to the villain's slave platform, it's..." Jia Zhengdao looked at Dongfang Huier with a smile on his face, not daring to be careless at all. Those seventh-grade and eighth-grade sects and ancient tribes dared not provoke the Dongfang Emperor Mansion easily, let alone him, a small slave vendor.
"Little lion, stop making trouble. If I don't obey, I won't take you out in the future." Dongfang Huier pulled the rope of the immortal tie. Seeing the lion and tiger beast calm down, he raised his head and looked at Jia Zhengdao, and said with a crisp voice: "I heard that you are buying a twelve-grade alchemist here."
Alchemist?
Crazy!
When he heard that the eldest lady of the Dongfang family came for the twelfth grade alchemist, not only Jia Zhengdao was stunned, but the ancient sects and the people from the clans under the high platform were also staring at her in a daze. The young master of the Guhun Sect frowned slightly, and also looked at Dongfang Huier with confusion.
In their opinion, 12-grade alchemists like Chen Changsheng cannot get to the eye of the Eastern Emperor's Mansion, let alone the person who spoke was the pearl in the hand of the Eastern Family.
What kind of magic weapon is the emperor's direct granddaughter? Have you never seen the alchemist?
"Hey, is there any?" Seeing Jia Zhengdao, Dongfang Huier asked with an unhappy look at him.
"There is... there is one, but... but that 12th grade alchemist has been..." Jia Zhengdao was about to explain that he could not afford to offend the Eastern Emperor's Mansion, and he could not afford to offend the Gu Soul Sect, and he was also regretful. If he had known that Chen Changsheng was a trouble, he shouldn't have taken him out for auction, otherwise he would not have made him look slutty.
"What's it just? How much does that alchemist cost? I bought it." Dongfang Huier said.
"Miss Dongfang, I have bought that alchemist." The young master of the Guhun Sect gritted his teeth and stood out from the crowd. Although he didn't want to provoke the Dongfang family, a twelve-grade alchemist was too important to him.
"Who are you?" Dongfang Huier frowned and asked.
"Let's go, Zeng Qiang, the young master of the Guhun Sect." The young man took a deep breath and spoke.
"Rareless, does a mere young master of the Guhun Sect dare to snatch the alchemist with our Dongfang family?" The old woman standing next to Dongfang Huier stood up and looked at Zeng Qiang with cold eyes.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
A sharp aura swept out from her body, and instantly enveloped the powerful people from the Gu Soul Sect. The powerful people at the seventh level of the Emperor Realm, even if they were just a trace of soul power, could instantly condense into a demon cloud.
At this moment, the demon cloud condensed by the old woman was hanging above their heads.
"Emperor...the seventh level of the Emperor Realm?"
"It is worthy of being the Eastern Imperial Clan. I never thought that any old woman would have such terrifying cultivation."
Boom!
Many people were shocked when they saw the old woman's strength, while the powerful men from the Soul Sect had a pale face. Although a ruthless look flashed deep in Zeng Qiang's eyes, they did not dare to show a little on their faces.
Otherwise, the old woman slapped her, which was not something that the people from their Gu Soul Sect could bear. Thinking that her natal Gu Soul Soul had not yet been settled, and a person like Chen Changsheng who had low cultivation and had a great achievement in alchemy was the best material for refining natal Gu Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Grips his teeth and resisted the pressure of the old woman, and said, "Previous... Senior, this is the fair market, and it is important to pay fair business. Even if you are from the Dongfang family, it is not good to break the rules in this fairy city, right?"
"Are you threatening me?" The old woman looked at Zeng Qiang coldly.
"I dare not..." Zeng said tough.
"Hmph, I don't know you dare." The old woman pondered for a moment, looked at Jia Zhengdao, spoke without any haste, and said, "Have he given the money from the twelfth grade alchemist?"
"It's still... not yet." Jia Zhengdao shook his head. Although he didn't want to offend the Guhun Sect, he didn't dare to deceive the old woman from the Eastern Imperial Clan in public. Otherwise, let alone this small slave platform, even his bones might be completely removed by the other party.
"Rareless, since you are not paid yet, how can these 12th-grade alchemist be considered their Soul Sect's Gu Soul Sect?" The old woman scolded, then turned her head, looked at Dongfang Huier with a smile, and said, "Miss, the 12th-grade alchemist, the Soul Sect's Gu Soul Sect's money has not paid yet, we can also bid."
"Jia Zhengdao, how much does he pay?" Dongfang Huier said.
"Ten...sixteen life stones." Jia Zhengdao looked bitter and secretly looked at Zeng Qiang. Seeing that the other party had already turned pale, he also smiled bitterly in his heart.
"I have seventeen out of this lady." Dongfang Huier spoke directly and said, "That 12th grade alchemist can belong to me."
"Young Master...Young Master, do you see?" Jia Zhengdao's eyes twitched wildly, and he had to look at Zeng Qiang.
"Miss Dongfang, this is an auction, and the twelve-grade alchemist will naturally be the one who has the highest price." Zeng Qiang gritted his teeth and said, "I will give out twenty life stones."
"Then I'll be fifty." Dongfang Huier's face was cold.
Chapter completed!