Shura God Emperor

"How could this happen?" Xiao Yu was surprised.

The feeling of the breath of the gods just now exuded, it was active, not automatic, but it was soon annihilated.

"Is there anyone I know?" Xiao Yu asked himself in his heart.

At this time, the tortoise who had just spoken in the crowd continued to speak: "This slave of the **** pattern is precious, so it must be enjoyed by bidding."

"Make a price!"

"Yes, I will show you all the money."

In the crowd, two cultivators with strong auras said, looking at their dusty appearance, they obviously came from outside.

The original waiting hall on the first floor immediately turned into a kind of bidding. This reminded Xiao Yu of that kind of brothel. To see the oiran side, he had to use this bidding method to get a chance.

"Guest, the indigenous slaves can't wait so quickly, or else, use this **** pattern slave to break the fast first?" Gui Gong asked next to him.

These pimps, as long as there are customers, there will of course be commissions, especially this rare bidding method. The higher the price, the more commissions will of course be.

Xiao Yu's eyes fell on the upper floor, as if he could penetrate a falling smallpox.

"Guest officer?"

"Look at it."

Xiao Yu originally planned to leave, but now he plans to stay longer, because the feeling just now was so familiar, he couldn't remember who he knew.

Because in his impression, the people he knew Shenwen were not here, or they were killed by him.

He once doubted whether it was his illusion, so he decided to stay longer.

The tortoise who spoke just now began to shout again: "Because it is the first time that our slave market has encountered a cultivator of Shenwen, the reserve price is one million."

Anytime, everyone is dissatisfied.

"What! One million, you are robbing! Even if you stay overnight, it's only half a million!"

"Yes, you can enjoy native slaves for one night at this price."

Everyone screamed in dissatisfaction, but the tortoise smiled and said, "No, this is a reward for everyone from our slave market. This time we are selling the whole thing."

"Sell it whole!"

This is equivalent to selling yourself!

Suddenly, everyone's eyes burst into a look, which is equivalent to buying a slave of a **** pattern practitioner to go back!

After all, for them, although they are here for fun, if they sell a fixed slave, wouldn't it be equivalent to long-term enjoyment?

And he is still a **** pattern cultivator! Maybe it will be helpful to one's own cultivation base after mingling.

"Hehe, everyone actually think about it, this account is very easy to calculate, **** pattern awakener, you may not find such a plaything in your life, right?"

The crowd became even more excited, like a group of wild beasts drinking blood, and the look of obscene eyes made Xiao Yu feel very sick when he saw it.

He couldn't help but a thought in his heart, if he and the five princes really reached the point of tearing their skins, or even life and death, this slave market, he would definitely not let it survive here.

Of course, now he can bear it down.

"I have one hundred and one hundred thousand!" one of them cried.

"One and two million!"

"1500000!"

The price is constantly being too high. In the lobby on the first floor, those who can call out such prices are naturally cultivators. Of course, the most common people here are ordinary people.

Those cultivators, temperament, and arrogance can be recognized at a glance, and of course they are not comparable to those of the common folks.

At this moment, a voice shouted at the door——

"I pay two million!"

Two million! This is equivalent to the price of Xiao Yu auctioning four demon foxes in the black market!

If this is placed in the Southern Territory, you can be considered a powerful one.

The entire venue suddenly stopped talking, everyone looked towards the door, even Xiao Yu was no exception.

"It's him!"