Fight Break:Super Beast Transplant

As the "magic core" was brought up, the auctioneer, the white-haired old man, quickly introduced: "Everyone, this magic core was accidentally discovered by someone in our sect in the Black Forest. After all, the seventh-level magical beast is

With Douzong-level strength, it is really difficult to hunt down such beings."

"Because of this, we haven't found out what kind of magical beast this magic core belongs to yet. However, the energy fluctuations on it are indeed beyond the sixth level and belong to the seventh level. If there are friends in need, you can also

Hope you can actively participate!”

As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, there was a commotion in the auction house. Countless people looked at the black magic core on the tray with burning eyes. The magic core is not an unfamiliar thing, and it has many uses.

It can be used for various purposes such as medicine and weapon refining, but it is only in the seventh level, which is indeed a bit high, and ordinary forces may not be able to handle it.

The white-haired old man did not immediately stop the commotion below. Instead, he waited until the commotion reached its peak before the auctioneer, the white-haired old man, continued: "Dear friends, the starting price of the mysterious seventh-level magic core is three hundred and seventy.

Wan, let’s take action!”

Mo Yun slumped down and put his right hand on his chest. Just as he carefully looked at the seventh-level demon core, a throbbing arose in his heart.

It doesn't come from the soul, but the simplest fluctuation of fighting spirit.

Mo Yun's current fighting spirit has been completely transformed by the method of Soaring Snake, and the method of Soaring Snake has indeed not disappointed Mo Yun. The transformed fighting spirit is long-lasting and strong, not inferior to ordinary earth-level techniques. The most important thing is

This technique absorbs Dou Qi very quickly.

But now that the fighting spirit in his body actually reacted to that magic core, Mo Yun was naturally surprised.

Touching the Najie on his finger, he found that the wealth gained from killing Mo Cheng was still about 9 million yuan. The three mind crystals were priced at 500,000 yuan each, so in general, Mo Yun's cash flow was worth it.

Give it a bid.

While Mo Yun was thinking about it, someone in the back seat shouted loudly: "Three.8 million!"

There are obviously many people who are interested in this seventh-level magic core, but only a very small part of them can afford the price. Therefore, after dozens of seconds, just when the auctioneer is about to make the final decision, no one

The bid was called again: "Three million and nine hundred thousand!"

Mo Yun sat quietly on the chair with his fingers crossed. Hearing the increasing prices ringing in his ears from time to time, Mo Yun was not in a hurry to bid. After all, the current competition is more about the bidding of some fringe people. The real big ones

, all behind.

"Five million!"

Ten minutes passed, and a voice suddenly sounded, directly raising the price to five million.

Mo Yun turned his head slightly and looked at the source of the bidding. Sitting at the main table was a man with a gloomy face and a pale, bloodless face.

"It's the young master of the Blood Sect who's calling the price!"

While Mo Yun was curious, the comments from people around him also made Mo Yun aware of this person's identity.

The young sect master of the Blood Sect's bidding immediately made the noisy auction house much quieter. Some people who had originally planned to bid again looked at each other and put down the auction cards in their hands unwillingly. Although they had some funds, but with the Blood Sect,

In comparison, it is undoubtedly a bit overestimating one's capabilities.

The most important thing is the conduct of the Blood Sect. If one offends a member of the Blood Sect because of bidding, the consequences will be very serious.

However, the Blood Sect is not the only one in the Black Corner Territory. The ordinary small forces dare not continue to follow the price, but they did not care at all and shouted: "Six million!"

To be honest, the white-haired old man naturally hopes that the price will be as high as possible, so people from the Blood Sect directly use their power to influence other people's bidding. Naturally, he is a little unhappy, but after seeing the price quoted by the people from the Black Skull Tomb,

, a faint smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Hearing the bids from the people in the Black Skull Tomb, the young master of the Blood Sect's eyes suddenly turned colder. He turned his head and glanced at where the people in the Black Skull Tomb were, and then sneered and shouted: "Six and a half million!"

"Seven million!" On the other side of the Black Skull Tomb, the figure hiding in the black robe also shouted calmly.

At this moment, all the eyes of the audience are focused on these two people, including several representatives of forces in the front row who are almost as powerful as them. They are just looking at the bidding of both parties with interest, and are slightly curious about whether the two parties can raise the price.

Where to go.

The Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb don't like each other. There are countless competitions secretly and openly, so it is normal for the two families to be angry.

"Nine million!" The Young Master of the Blood Sect's voice gradually became deeper and he shouted.

But this time after the young master of the Blood Sect increased the price, before the people from the Black Skull Tomb opened their mouths, another voice sounded: "Nine and a half million!"

Mo Yun also heard the news and walked over. After seeing that the other party was just a middle-aged man with fighting spirit strength, he couldn't help but wonder how this person dared to snatch it from the hands of the Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb.

The young master of the Blood Sect also cast a cold gaze on him. He had been bidding repeatedly with the Black Skull Tomb, and he was already angry in his heart. There was a hint of warning in his eyes.

But the middle-aged man seemed not to have seen it, and after bidding, he also said: "Everyone, the elixir that Lord Medicine Emperor Han Feng recently refined requires a seventh-grade magic core..."

Facing the people who were looking at him, the middle-aged man also spoke out proudly. After all, the name Medicine Emperor Han Feng was enough to represent an extremely powerful force in the Black Corner Domain.

As expected, the middle-aged man's strength was only at the spirit fighting level, but after he reported the name of Medicine Emperor Han Feng and indicated that he was bidding on Han Feng's behalf, the scene finally became quiet after a period of commotion.

Even the Blood Sect and Black Skull Tomb also withdrew from the bidding at this moment.

The Young Master of the Blood Sect pursed his lips. Although the Blood Sect was not weak in strength, even he did not dare to be a direct enemy against the Medicine King Han Feng. After all, he was not only the third strongest person on the Black List, but also the third strongest one on the Black List.

A sixth-grade alchemist.

In a VIP room at the auction house, a hunky-backed middle-aged man was sitting on a chair. The maids around him were serving him cautiously. He was none other than Yuan Yi, the master of the Eight Sects, who was also among the top ten on the Black List.

After seeing the middle-aged man bidding in the name of Medicine Emperor Han Feng, Yuan Yi couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Huh, that guy is still worried, for fear that we will steal the pill, so he arranged for someone to do it."

Enter the auction..."

But complaining is a complaint, but the Eight Sects are not much better than the Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb, and they also don't want to offend Han Feng.

After all, the appeal of a sixth-grade alchemist, under certain circumstances, is more intimidating than his third-place ranking on the Black List.

Just when everyone thought that the seventh-level magic core was going to be auctioned for 9.5 million, Mo Yun made a bid.

"Ten million!"

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possess the memory of the previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment just changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.