After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

Chapter 155

Another cloaked man also raised his card: "180,000!"

Li Qingmeng asked Qingkong in a low voice: "Qingkong, do we have to want this? Look, we have already called for 180,000, and we still don't know how much the dragon scale can sell. What if the money is not enough to pay in the end? all?"

While speaking, the price reached 200,000, and the host on the stage was already calling for the first time with a small hammer.

Qing Kong's extremely anxious voice almost screamed, and at the same time her body twisted violently, almost rushing out of her wrist: "No! It must! I can feel my mother's breath!"

Li Qingmeng was startled, and raised the sign in his hand without hesitation: "25!"

It doesn't matter, anyway, there are still a few dragon scales on the body, it's really not good, take them all out, it's impossible that so many are not enough.

The host shouted excitedly: "25, 83 on the 25rd, anyone else raise the price?"

Now that the price has been shouted, many people have given up. After all, this amount of Daoshi, even in a big family in Ruoshui City, is the savings of some people for many years, and may even need to use the resources of the family.

Those who were still participating in bidding, including Li Qingmeng, there were only four people left.

Those three are all old men, probably unwilling to give up this chance of renewing their lives.

Although it can't last for a long time, what if it breaks through during this extra time?

The old man in the first row held up a sign: "26!"

Not to be outdone, the old man in the second row followed: "27!"

An old man in the back row tremblingly shouted: "28!"

Li Qingmeng once again adopted a high-price suppression strategy: "35!"

With this shout, the old man in the back row sighed and gave up the competition.

With so many resources, don't waste them on yourself, a dying person, and leave them to the younger generations.

The old man in the second row still wanted to struggle: "36!"

The old man in the first row chased after him: "37!"

The old man in the second row saw that the remaining two were firm and seemed determined to win, so they had to give up.

Now there is only the last person left to compete with Li Qingmeng, Li Qingmeng raised his sign without hesitation: "400,000!"

The old man in the first row continued to raise his sign: "41!"

Li Qingmeng almost yelled out through gritted teeth: "500,000!"

This price increase was too drastic, directly reaching the highest price since tonight's auction.

Many people turned their heads and looked over, discussing who this ghost-faced man was.

In Ruoshui City, the only ones who have this kind of financial strength and who are relentless in pursuing Phoenix Blood are those old men.

Ordinarily, these people would not have wrapped themselves up so tightly and dared not show their faces.

The old man in the first row hesitated for the first time. When the host's hammer fell and he shouted for the second time, he raised his placard again: "51!"

A few people who knew the old man next to him were a little surprised, how many outstanding juniors can be cultivated with 51 stones.

But it is difficult for everyone to persuade, after all, people are buying their lives, although it is hard to say how long this life can be bought.

Li Qingmeng wanted to rush up and grab the old man by the collar, threatening him not to make any more quotations.

The price made her heart numb.

She raised the sign blankly: "600,000!"

The old man in the first row finally gave up the competition. He put down the sign, and his figure became hunched, as if he had lost his last hope, and his whole body became depressed instantly.

(End of this chapter)