funbook-pk Chapter 299 Help
Chapter 299 Help
"Eight thousand high-grade magic crystals!"
A voice sounded beside Leng Zhuxin's ear. It was Mo Qingshan's voice.
He added a thousand magic crystals at once, drowning out all the noise in the Colosseum.
This price was enough to buy a monk of some appearance, so naturally no one would bid higher.
Many people also sighed secretly, knowing that the next auction would probably be very lively.
Leng Zhuxin looked at Mo Qingshan with a little surprise. She thought Mo Qingshan would not make an offer for fear of causing trouble to the Mo family and them. However, she did not expect that Mo Qingshan suppressed her hand just to take the trouble upon himself.
Taking advantage of the break in the fighting on the arena, Mo Qingshan whispered to Leng Zhuxin, "Sister, do you want to take pictures of these cultivators as well?"
Leng Zhuxin hummed softly, and for some reason her nose felt a little sore.
When Mo Qingshan heard the "hmm", he understood what was going on and quickly sat up straight again.
He didn't ask Leng Zhuxin what the purpose of taking pictures of these cultivators was. After all, his sister would not harm him or the Mo family, even if his sister was a cultivator.
Mo Qingshan lowered his head slightly through his wide robe and hat, looking at Leng Zhuxin with a smile on his lips.
Although I could only see Leng Zhuxin's large robe and hat, I still felt soft in my heart.
He patted Leng Zhuxin's arm soothingly, "Don't worry, sister, our Mo family is rich, and I will take pictures of anything you want.
Don't worry about the trouble. If you can't even solve this little trouble, we won't be able to sit on the position of the first noble of the Mo family."
Mo Qingshan finished speaking softly, and then glanced at the private room at the highest point. The person inside had not made any movements since the beast fight began, just like a dummy.
But Mo Qingshan could feel that the aura of the man in the private room was very dangerous.
……
With the addition of Mo Qingshan, the prices bid by the following cultivators were not low, and soon it was the turn of the finale, the Jindan stage cultivator.
Leng Zhuxin looked towards the beast fighting arena nervously. The finale Jindan stage cultivator did not look right.
It wasn't the same abnormality as those monks who had been fed drugs before, but a feeling of having no desire to survive, yet seeming to be fighting against something.
The moment he stood on the stage, Leng Zhuxin saw that there seemed to be a piece of cowhide hanging around his waist.
The cowhide seemed to be a cowhide bag, with small grids carefully sewn inside, but there was nothing in the small grids.
The upper layer was also gone, leaving only a piece of cowhide with a missing corner hanging loosely around the waist.
He was also the only monk who was not given a dagger.
Leng Zhu was extremely flustered, and his two hands hidden under his robe sleeves were clenched so tightly that they turned white.
The people in the audience gave her a sense of familiarity, whether from their figure, gait, or the cowhide around their waists.
The Jindan stage cultivator walked onto the stage, his long black hair covering his entire face tightly, making his appearance unclear. As he walked, blood dripped from his chin onto the blood-stained ground of the fighting arena.
The two hands seemed to belong to two people, one wanted to gather spiritual power, while the other locked it tightly.
The monster had already rushed over, and the Jindan stage cultivator took a step back and froze on the stage again.
He seemed to want to die in the monster's mouth.
The thing Leng Zhuxin was most worried about and afraid of happened!
Leng Zhuxin looked at the stage nervously, trying her best to remain calm.
The wind created by the monster's pounce blew up a few strands of the Jindan cultivator's dirty black hair, revealing half of his profile.
Although his face was covered in blood and mud, Leng Zhuxin still recognized who it was!
She originally thought that if she didn't have the will to survive, she wouldn't risk helping in public, but when she saw that half profile face, she decided to act on impulse!
Of course, it was an impulse after trying my best to protect myself.
"Xiaohan!"
Leng Zhuxin shouted Xiaohan in her sea of consciousness and quickly told Xiaohan her plan.
The next moment, Xiaohan immediately crawled under the seat and quietly touched the bottom of the arena. The soft and slender vines passed through the arena like a thin silk thread and climbed up the arm of the Jindan stage cultivator through the trouser leg.
A familiar breath emanated from Xiaohan's vines, so subtle that only the Jindan stage cultivator who was closely attached to Xiaohan could detect it.
This breath made the Jindan stage cultivator look a little confused. He thought it was just an illusion before death, but the next moment, a slender vine pricked his arm, and the wood spiritual power spread into his body.
It was only a little bit, but it was enough to get him excited.
Everyone saw that the Jindan stage cultivator on the stage suddenly ignited the desire to survive. At the moment of life and death when the monster pounced on him, he quickly opened the spiritual power shield to protect himself.
Then he attacked the monster with bare hands.
The Jindan stage cultivator was a wind spirit root cultivator and moved very fast. Even though he was injured, wind blades were continuously emitted from his hands, and each one was very powerful.
Under the attack of his wind blade, the monster's fur was soon covered with blood.
After a life-and-death battle, the Jindan stage cultivator finally won.
At the moment of killing the monster, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with his head raised.
The person in charge of the auction came on stage again holding the sign. He first sighed and took the breath of the Jindan stage cultivator. After confirming that the person was still alive, he wrapped the blood-stained hair in his hands and pulled the person up with a sudden pull.
The unconscious Jindan stage cultivator had not yet woken up when his face was wiped dry by a wet rag, revealing a face as gentle as jade.
Even with his eyes closed and in a very disheveled state, his superior appearance could not be concealed.
The scars of varying sizes on her face added a touch of fragile beauty.
Leng Zhuxin looked at the very familiar face, and her brows hidden under the robe, hat and mask furrowed tightly.
"He's not dead yet. Please bid. The starting price is one thousand top-grade magic crystals."