As a result, Miao Yan gritted his teeth and shouted, "25,000 spirit stones!"
Miao Jian did not show much anger on his face. However, the serious gloominess on his face seemed to appear gradually.
He glanced at Du Nanfeng and the others indifferently and sneered, "Yan'er, don't be angry. These people are like grasshoppers after autumn. They won't be able to jump around for long."
Seeing that the Miao clan had raised the price again, Du Nanfeng could not help but raise his eyebrows. "It seems that Brother Miao is determined to get this pill."
Miao Jian said coldly, "It seems that the head of the Du clan also needs this pill. However, those who are capable will get it. It depends on who has the most spiritual stones!"
"30,000 spiritual stones!"
Du Nanfeng and Miao Jian clashed again. The air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder. Everyone seemed to have seen the scene from last time.
