Chapter 313: Starving Ghost Intrudes

Talents can indeed be advanced, but the condition for advanced talents is to go beyond the limit.

This kind of transcending the limit is like asking a famous chef to make rice without cooking.

Talent advancement has long been defined as impossible in awakening science.

Now he said that talents can be advanced?

Isn't this making trouble?

But what if it's true?

Everyone has seen the situation at the Immortal Auction House, and it is very convincing.

Soon, people started bidding.

The administrator team leader whispered sheepishly:

"How many brothers can we join together?"

Administrator A: "Team leader, my wife is gone, please keep some coffin books."

Administrator B: "Team leader, do you know how low our team's salary is?"

Administrator C: "No, is our bureau really that poor?"

Soon, the price of Devil Fruit had risen to 50 million.

This is a number that is beyond the reach of administrators.

The administrator team leader could only give up in frustration.

. . . . . .

"Fifty-eight million!"

"Fifty-nine million!"

"Sixty-three million!"

. . . . .

When the price reached 70 million, many people shut up.

They have become bystanders.

There are only a few people who still have money to bid.

Those people had bad intentions.

Find out who is the final winner of the fruit, wait for the auction to end, and take advantage of it. . . . .

When these people revealed these thoughts, they immediately gave them up.

With so much money bidding, who can tell who the big guys are?

If it were someone like the Holy Land, wouldn't his behavior of taking advantage of others mean that he was seeking death?

They were right, but fortunately they gave up the idea.

The people bidding here are all powerful awakeners in troubled times.

A disciple of the Immortal Mountain Sword Master, Dashan.

Jiang Xinru, a disciple of Yang Qingyun of Hehuan Sect.

There are also some hidden A-levels that rarely appear.

Although I don’t know what means the Banished Immortal Auction House used to invite these people, I have to admire their abilities.

"One hundred million."

An indifferent and old voice sounded on the field.

The cold tone reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked behind them.

It was a rickety old man in red robe, wearing a patterned mask on his face.

There is also a young girl with flowery arms sitting next to the old man in red robe.

Jiang Xinru and Dashan froze.

Big ghost official?

Why is it him?

The two consciously clasped their fists towards the old man in red robe to show respect, then sat back down and stopped bidding.

. . . . . . .

Xian Lao, who was sitting in the background, suddenly opened his eyes, filled with excitement:

"Took the bait!"

. . . . . . .

"One hundred and fifty million!"

Another old voice sounded.

Everyone looked around and saw an old man in white robes leading a boy sitting in the corner.

The old man in white robe said with a smile:

"I'm here to find some opportunities for my disciple. I only have so much money, so please don't rob me of it."

Everyone began to guess the identity of the old man in white.

To be able to spend so much money, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Mu Bowen seemed to have not heard what the old man in white was saying, and thought to himself:

"Two hundred million."

Everyone gasped.

Two hundred million?

Who is this? !

Could it be the ancestor of a certain merchant family?

In fact, 200 million is nothing to Mu Bowen.

Apart from the government, Mu Bowen's Moon Worshiping Sect was the richest in the Xia Kingdom.

Not to mention that the Moon Worship Sect has controlled Beihai for decades and has monopolized Beihai’s financial lifeline.

Let’s talk about the family history of Baiyuemen.

Killer organization, one of the most profitable jobs.

Killing so many people in Southeast Asia to spread the blood moon totem, the money earned is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The old man in white frowned:

"Two hundred and thirty million!"

The old man in white stood up, hugged the host on the stage, and then hugged Mu Bowen.

The old man in white smiled and said:

“I, the innocent cultivator Chang Qingshan, please give me some face.

Just think I owe you a favor.

If you bid any more, I really can't afford it. "

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

. . . . . . .

The administrator team leader whispered:

"Innocent monk? Really or not? Isn't this old man dead?"

An administrator whispered:

"His talent is very special. It is not a problem to live to be two or three hundred years old."

Another administrator clicked his tongue and said:

"I used to be the director of the Donghai Public Security Bureau, but unfortunately I made too many mistakes.

The director thought of his A-level fighting talent and hard work, so he just drove him away.

I didn't expect to see it here, and it opened my eyes. "

. . . . . . .

The innocent monk of Evergreen Mountain?

This is a strong man who has been hidden from the world for many years.

It is said that he was the ancestor of a certain family of awakeners. He left the city for unknown reasons and started a life of leisurely clouds and wild cranes.

Everyone admires and envy him at the same time.

Only A-level people are qualified to leave the city, go to the wilderness, and live the life they want.

The innocent cultivator looked around and was quite proud to see that everyone had heard of his name.

He said humbly:

"I don't want to put my reputation on others, but I really yearn for this fruit."

Mu Bowen didn't even raise his eyebrows:

"Three hundred million."

The innocent monk was stunned for a moment, with dissatisfaction in his eyes:

"Do you really want to rob me?"

Mu Bowen raised his hand gently.

The Qingbai monk was suddenly stunned, and fell to the ground with a flat plate, unconscious.

The child next to the Qingbai monk was stunned for a moment, then threw himself on the Qingbai monk and measured the Qingbai monk's breath with his fingers.

"Grandpa!"

The child's heart-wrenching cry sounded.

Everyone looked at Mu Bowen in horror.

Just one move, this A-level awakener died?

Mu Bowen said calmly:

"Stop it."

The guests sitting next to Mu Bowen subconsciously moved their bodies outward.

No one bid at all now.

Not to mention who can take out three hundred million, who can afford to provoke the terrifying strength of this red-robed old man?

The host's face did not change, and his tone was still full of passion:

"Well, congratulations to this person, you have obtained the fruit of the King of Hell!"

Mu Bowen smiled and touched Zhang Qian's head:

"Girl, you are very lucky, you can encounter such things."

Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment.

Is this devil fruit for me?

She raised her head in disbelief and looked at the mask on Mu Bowen's face, as if she could see that old face.

Mu Bowen is definitely not a four-talent awakener.

He definitely has one empty slot.

Wouldn't it be good to have one more talent?

Why give the devil fruit to me?

"Who said no one bid? I'll give you 1 billion!"

At this moment, a teasing voice came through.

1 billion?

Are you here to pick a fight?

Everyone looked at the source of the voice.

In the corner of the last row, there was a man wearing a white suit and a weird smiley mask.

He was the one who shouted those words just now.

Li Yang stood up slowly, staring at the host on the stage with resentful eyes:

"Haha, 1 billion, is it enough?"

The host stopped talking after seeing Li Yang.

Li Yang kept asking questions:

"1.5 billion?

5 billion?

50 billion?

.... Hell money!"