"Are you okay?"
Yu Wushuang asked softly after Yunfeng sat down.
"I'm just an ordinary third-level sword master.
What do you think will happen to me?"
Yun Feng looked at Yu Wushuang with a half-smile.
"Humph" Yu Wushuang muttered and glared at Yunfeng fiercely.
"Alas" Yunfeng shook his head helplessly.
He really couldn't understand a woman's thoughts.
One moment she was sweet with you, but in the blink of an eye she could look at you coldly again.
Yunfeng and Qiu Xintang were just like an episode or an appetizer on the day, and were forgotten by everyone in the blink of an eye.
As more and more people gathered in the auction house, the atmosphere became more tense and depressing.
Yunfeng's frantic operation of the Four-Head Magic Technique extended his soul and consciousness to the extreme.
The energy fluctuations of countless peak sword emperors and sword masters from all walks of life in the field had appeared in Yunfeng's mind.
Among them, there were countless Although the energy in the ten places fluctuated slightly, Yunfeng could not sense the opponent's grade at all, which made Yunfeng very fearful.
Suddenly, a colorful round bead as big as a fist appeared in the void above the high platform of the auction room.
The bead slowly grew larger on the high platform of the auction room.
In just a moment, a huge ball appeared.
The colorful energy shield enveloped the entire auction seat.
"Hehe, it seems that Ziling Pavilion has spent a lot of money for the next auction, and even used the ancestral "Prisoner Dragon Ball".
It seems that there will be a good show today."
Dulong Sword Emperor Fuji He laughed loudly while sitting on the chair, looking proud of his misfortune.
"Wushuang, what is this "Prisoner Dragon Pearl"?"
Yunfeng asked Yu Wushuang softly.
Yu Wushuang said softly: "I have never seen it, but I once heard the seniors in the pavilion talk about it.
When our three pavilions split, the "Prisoner Dragon Pearl" was taken away by the former master of Ziling Pavilion and became Ziling.
This "prisoner dragon ball" is the treasure of the pavilion every time.
When it needs to be opened, the bead must be warmed with the blood of a strong sword master three months ago for ninety-nine and eighty-one days every day, and then some of the sword master's own sword energy must be input into the bead.
At this point, the sword energy in the bead has been saturated."
"What's the special use of using the Sword Master's sword energy to nourish this "Prisoner Dragon Ball"?"
Yunfeng asked with a slight frown.
"The energy shield cast by the "Prisoner Dragon Ball" can withstand dozens of full blows from a strong Sword Emperor," Yu Wushuang said seriously.
"The Sword Emperor's powerful strike dozens of times, I didn't expect that Ziling Pavilion would have such a treasure."
Yunfeng said in amazement.
A Sword Emperor's powerful strike with all his strength can open mountains and level the sea, and this little one can Yunfeng's energy shield can actually block dozens of powerful blows from the Sword Emperor.
This makes Yunfeng feel a little incredible.
If these words hadn't come from Yu Wushuang's mouth, Yunfeng would have taken it as a false boast. .
"Hmm, "treasure", I think it's more like "evil object"."
Yu Wushuang said with a sad expression.
"Wu Shuang, why did you say that?"
Yun Feng asked in confusion.
"The Prisoner Dragon Pearl has been opened five times in Ziling Pavilion, and every time it was opened, an elder from our Three Pavilions died because of caring for this pearl," Yu Wushuang said lightly.
"Oh" Yunfeng responded softly and said nothing more.
He saw the pain in Yu Wushuang's heart in Yu Wushuang's slightly shining silver eyes.
Yunfeng believed that Jue died under the Prison Dragon Ball.
It won’t just be the sword masters from Ziling Pavilion.
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Three warriors in gorgeous brocade clothes walked into the energy shield above the high platform of the auction seat.
Yunfeng looked at the three people on the platform.
Two of them were familiar to Yunfeng, and one was the master of Ziling Pavilion.
Zi Donglai, behind him and to his right is a The elder is the elder of the Xuanxin Sect who had a chat with Yunfeng about "Swordsmanship" a year ago.
"Ye Manxing", the peak sword master, stood next to him an old man who looked very similar to him.
Yun Feng estimated that it was his brother Ye Manlou.
After the three people took the stage, the noisy auction house fell silent instantly.
Everyone knew in their hearts that the show was about to begin.
"Haha, dear friends from the mainland, welcome to Ziling Pavilion in Tianfeng Gorge.
I would like to express my courtesy to the master of Ziling Pavilion, Zi Donglai.
Today, so many friends from mainland China and other countries come to Ziling Pavilion to support me.
Donglai is very grateful.
Thank you in advance."
Zi Donglai Wei Smiling and clasping his fists at everyone, he said politely, "There is an auction in Nuo Da, but Zi Donglai's voice clearly resounded in every corner.
This skill alone made most of the people sitting here have bad intentions."
The mainland warriors gave up their unwanted thoughts.
There were also many people in the audience who knew Zi Donglai, and everyone politely bowed their hands to Zi Donglai in return.
Zi Donglai's smiling face slowly darkened, and he looked at everyone present coldly and said: "Since everyone has come to my Ziling Pavilion today, I hope that you can follow the rules of my Ziling Pavilion.
If there are friends who deliberately cause trouble in Tianfeng Gorge without saving my Ziling Pavilion's face, don't say that Donglai doesn't know how to treat guests.
We, Zi Ling Pavilion, will respond with all our strength. ” Zi Donglai's cold eyes, which contained the meaning of absolute determination, swept across the field, but no one at Nuo Da's auction said a word in response.
Even such powerful men as Leng Yanxue, Fuji, Cui Yanchong, etc., were fighting against each other.
When Zi Donglai's cold and indifferent eyes met, a slight chill could not help but feel in his heart.
When Zi Donglai saw that the desired result had been achieved, he coughed twice and politely said to everyone in the audience: "Donglai won't waste your precious time here.
The chief auctioneer of our pavilion will be here next.
Master "Zi Hanzhe" will host the following auction for all distinguished guests.
If there is any inconvenience in the pavilion, please forgive me."
After Zidong finished speaking, he bowed his hands to everyone, turned around and walked out of the auction seat with the two peak sword masters behind him.
The moment Ye Manxing and Ye Manlou turned around, their sharp eyes swept across the entire venue like two auroras.
The strong men sitting in the audience felt their chests were tight, and a slight cold sweat broke out in their hands.
Three words "Fake Sword Emperor" flashed in the minds of all the sword masters.
"They belong to the two brothers Yemanxing and Yemanlou.
Why are these two old guys not dead yet?"
Dulong Sword Emperor said with some excitement.
These two brothers have been around since the death of Zi Qingping, the former master of Ziling Pavilion more than ten years ago.
At that time, there was an accident in Ziling Pavilion.
Unfortunately, the two of them were blocked by the elders of Ziling Pavilion at the entrance of Tianfeng Gorge and could not enter Ziling Pavilion.
Since then, the two brothers have not appeared in Wujie Land for many years.
I thought they were dead long ago, but I didn't expect that not only did they not die, their cultivation levels had also been promoted to the level of "Pseudo Sword Emperor" for.
"Yes, it's the two brothers.
I didn't expect Zi Donglai to invite these two old guys here.
It seems that the Ziling Pavilion auction is getting more and more lively.
I wonder if there will be some "swordsmen" appearing later.
Emperor "Strong Man" Cui Yanchong said with a smile.
Anyway, he didn't come for the "Rootless Saint Bodhi", so he didn't worry about how many masters Ziling Pavilion invited to help him.
As soon as Zi Donglai and the others got off the auction platform, they saw an old man with silver hair and four young and beautiful girls staggering up.
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The four girls each placed the four trays in their hands.
On the wooden auction platform on the high platform, he bowed and retreated behind the old man.
The old man walked slowly to the wooden platform and methodically took out the auction items from the four trays.
The last thing he took out was a small, shiny golden hammer.
The moment the old man held the little golden hammer in his right hand, a strange glow came out of his eyes.
The old look he had when he came on stage had completely disappeared, as if he had become dozens of years younger in an instant.
Zi Donglai led Ye Manxing and Ye Manxing into the inner room under the high platform of the auction table.
Zi Donglai bowed respectfully to Ye Manxing and Ye Manlou, and said gratefully: "Thank you Donglai."
The disciples of the two uncles are incompetent and have caused trouble to the two uncles."
Zi Donglai knew very well that although Ye Manxing and Ye Manlou didn't say a word on the high platform, it was enough to shock all the powerful people in the audience.
"Donglai, although my two brothers and your master are not brothers in the same sect, they are brothers and sisters.
Today, my two old and disabled bodies can help you avoid some troubles.
It's not in vain for you to call me two masters.
Uncle."
Ye Manxing said lightly, decades ago when the two brothers were still great swordsmen, they were forced to leave Ziling Pavilion and join the Xuanxin Sect.
All the powerful men in Wujie and all the warriors in Ziling Pavilion laughed at him.
The two brothers are ruthless and unjust.
But Zi Donglai's mentor, Zi Qingping, still treated these two junior brothers as normal, and even gave them the greatest help and support when they were in the most difficult time.
Today, the two most powerful "Pseudo Sword Emperors" of Xuan Xin Sect in Wujie are the peak sword masters.
"Two master uncles, I have ordered the disciples in the pavilion to prepare the "Flying Vulture".
I don't know when the two master uncles will return to Ziyan Mountain," Zi Donglai asked respectfully.
"Why, you want to drive me and two old guys out of Tianfeng Gorge so quickly?"
Ye Manxing said with a smile.
"Disciple doesn't dare.
It's just that the master told me before his death that he must not bother the two uncles with anything about Ziling Pavilion.
Today, the two uncles came forward in person.
I am already grateful.
So I really don't want to do anything about the next thing.
The two uncles will Get involved."
Zi Donglai said seriously, how could he not want the two of them to stay, but the master's words before his death made him understand that Ye Manxing and Ye Manlou had their own difficulties, so they didn't want them to stay.
I dare to keep the two of them for a while.
"Okay, you go ahead.
Your uncle and I will rest here.
If you encounter something that can't be solved, we will come forward," Ye Manxing said seriously.
"That disciple will resign."
Zi Dong said, turned around and walked out of the inner room quickly.
The stone in his heart had completely dropped.
There were two "Pseudo Sword Emperors" who were the peak sword masters in his Ziling Pavilion.
Unless it was If a strong Sword Emperor comes to visit, otherwise Ziling Pavilion will be able to protect itself.
When the "Rootless Saint Bodhi" is auctioned, Ziling Pavilion will no longer have to worry about any trouble.
Ye Manxing and Ye Manlou walked out of the inner room from the path and stood at the entrance of Tianfeng Gorge against the wind, looking hopefully at the inner city of Ziling Pavilion in the canyon.
The eyes of the two of them turned slightly red instantly.
They did not expect that once they said goodbye, they would never have the chance to enter Tianfeng Gorge again.
"It's been seventy years, brother, do you regret it?"
Zi Manxing asked softly, his trembling voice making it difficult to believe that these words came from the mouth of a strong "Pseudo Sword Emperor".
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"I don't regret it.
The only regret is that when my mentor, senior brother Qingping, and junior sister Qinghan passed away, we couldn't even see them for the last time."
Ye Manlou said coldly, because he knew that he had no qualifications to regret.
"Do you hate me?
If it weren't for dragging you down, you should be living with your junior sister now."
Ye Manlou looked at Ye Manxing coldly and asked.
"You are my biological brother, doesn't hating you mean hating myself?"
Ye Manxing shook his head and said softly.
"If only you and I weren't brothers, I wouldn't have to bear so much debt in my life."
Ye Manlou roared softly in pain.
For more than seventy years, he has closed himself up and is always present.
He forced himself to practice hard in order to avenge his shame, but he never thought that when he was the only one in the world, his opponents would be damned dead, and he didn't know who to vent his anger to
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