Bab 440: A Fellow Daoist Would Die, But A Poor Taoist Would (2)

The rest was basically a trip to pick up scraps.

After sweeping the remaining one-third of the market.

It would probably be a very long time before there would be any talk of picking up scraps in this market.

Just as Su Mo was thinking about this, he opened his mouth to buy a bottle of Wind Sound Pills.

However, the stall owner had just quoted a price of ten Origin Crystals.

Someone immediately shouted from the side,

"I bid fifteen!"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding people could not help but be slightly stunned. They immediately looked at the person who spoke.

The person who spoke was Yin Luo, who had competed for the Blood Marrow Wood earlier.

Seeing this, Su Mo could not help but be speechless.

He immediately said,

"I bid twenty."

"Twenty-five!"

"Thirty."

"Thirty-five!"

"Forty."

"Forty-five!"

..

The price soon reached 105.

Su Mo was slightly surprised.

He could already tell through the game panel.