At that moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts: "Young Master Zhou, this gentleman has offered 1 billion and 1 yuan. Do you want to raise the price?"

"add!"

"Why didn't you add it?" Zhou Ziling asked, covering his face.

I am determined to obtain the Crimson Blood Pill!

So what if you know some kung fu?

Money? I've got plenty of it!

I refuse to believe that you, a country bumpkin, can be richer than me!

Now, the only thing that can give Zhou Ziling confidence is money!

In martial arts, he might not be as good as Lin Jinglong, but when it comes to who has more money, Zhou Ziling has never lost.

"1.1 billion!" Zhou Ziling raised the bid.

"1.1 billion and 1 billion yuan!"

"1.2 billion!"

“1.2 billion and 1 yuan!” Lin Jinglong looked at Zhou Ziling with a smile.

"1.5 billion! I'll add another 300 million!"

"I refuse to believe that you, you little bastard, can be richer than me!"

"1.5 billion and 1 billion yuan!"

Lin Jinglong remained calm, while Zhou Ziling's face was frighteningly gloomy.

"You little rascal, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Zhou Ziling could no longer hold back!

"Hehe! Didn't you just say that bidding is free? I want this too, you can offer a higher price to buy it!"

The Zhou family warriors all had icy expressions on their faces.

They wanted nothing more than to rush up and tear Lin Jinglong to pieces.

Even a fool could see that Lin Jinglong was doing it on purpose!

Adding one yuan each time is clearly an insult to the Zhou family!

But Zhou Ziling became increasingly obsessed.

"I'll raise it to five billion!"

"You little bastard, are you deliberately going against the Zhou family? Are you looking for death?" Zhou Ziling shouted angrily.

"Too expensive! I can't afford it for 5 billion!"

"Since Young Master Zhou likes it so much, then I'll do you a good deed and give it to you!"

Lin Jinglong waved his hand nonchalantly, immediately stopping the bidding.

"What did you say?"

"You!!!" Zhou Ziling's chest heaved.

The next second, with a "poof," a mouthful of blood gushed out from his body, and Zhou Ziling's face turned deathly pale.

"Young Master Zhou!"

Several Zhou family martial artists were nearly scared to death.

They hurriedly took out the pills and gave them to Zhou Ziling. If anything happened to Zhou Ziling, the Zhou family patriarch would definitely wipe them out.

Only Lin Jinglong looked completely indifferent.

"That's too ruthless!"

"Fifty billion? This thing isn't worth that much at all!"

"Young Master Zhou got ripped off this time!"

"Keep your voice down, stop talking. Can't you see that Young Master Zhou is really angry?"

The people around looked at each other in bewilderment.