Early the next morning, Duanmu Yuchengfeng, who was sitting in the auction house, was a little carried away.
Last night, his "eighth grandfather Duanmu Tongxin" took several masters in the pavilion to the backyard where Yunfeng lived.
He believed that with Duanmu Tongxin's martial arts, Due to his skill cultivation, Yunfeng may have already become a lonely ghost.
"Grandpa Third, why hasn't Grandpa Eight come back yet?"
Duanmu Yuchengfeng looked at Duanmu Tongbo, whose eyes were slightly closed, and asked softly.
"Don't be in a hurry, just wait a little longer.
I believe that with your Eighth Grandpa's skills, there will be no problem in killing a warrior who is not even as good as the Sword Master.
What's more, there are brothers Qingping, Qingfeng, and Qingyan.
Three people and dozens of Sword King masters are assisting," Duanmu Tongbo said softly with his eyes closed.
Although he could comfort Duanmu Yuchengfeng with these words, he was also extremely anxious in his heart.
Nowadays, there are many top experts from the mainland gathered near Ziling Pavilion.
If there is any conflict between Lao Ba and these people, the consequences will be worrying.
"Humph, being able to die in the hands of the eighth elder of our Duanmu family can be regarded as his fate in Yunfeng's life.
Ordinary people, the eighth elder has no interest in even looking at them, let alone letting him do it himself."
Duanmu Yuchengfeng Said disdainfully.
"Second Young Master, look," a strong Sword King behind Duanmu Yuchengfeng pointed at the intersection of the "Family Master's Passage" of Ziling Pavilion and said loudly with some horror.
Duanmu Yuchengfeng followed the Sword Emperor's finger toward the "house owner's passage" on the auction platform, and saw Yunfeng and Yu Wushuang slowly walking out of the home passage.
"How is it possible, Yunfeng is not dead?"
Duanmu Yuchengfeng frowned and gritted his teeth.
He shook his head vigorously, thinking that his eyes were wrong, but when Yunfeng stared at him with his cold eyes At this time, he could feel the endless killing intent in Yunfeng's eyes.
Duanmu Tongbo slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw Yunfeng sitting on the large table and chair in the VIP seat, a trace of uneasiness rose in Duanmu Tongbo's heart, although he did not believe that with Yunfeng's strength It could hurt the eighth brother, but there was still a trace of inexplicable anxiety in his heart.
"Xin'er, send people around to look for your eighth master uncle and everyone else.
I suddenly have a bad feeling," Duanmu Tongbo said softly to a middle-aged man behind him.
"Yes, I will send someone to look for him right away.
Master, don't worry too much.
The eighth uncle has superhuman martial arts and skills.
I believe there will be nothing wrong with him."
Ma Wenxin comforted the master softly and walked quickly outside the auction house.
As the powerful people arrived one after another, the auction house in Ziling Pavilion became lively again.
When the small golden hammer in Zi Hanzhe's hand rang again, the sounds of bidding among the powerful people could be heard one after another.
"The current generation of magic weapon "Soul-capturing Spear" used by "Chi Yan", the great general of the current dynasty, was won by "Sikong Junchi", the head of Xiaoyao Sect of Tianyang Empire."
"The three "odd-shaped keys" forged by the Yuwen family were won by Duanmu Yuchengfeng, the second son of the Duanmu family."
"The sword used by the Jichen Empire's founding general "Wei Ping", the Jichen Empire's national treasure sword, and the divine weapon "Phoenix Blood Fire Cloud Sword" were won by the Jichen Empire's cold-faced demon "Yunfeng".
"The "Sanfan Dao" among the three knives of different lengths forged by the contemporary head of the Yuwen family thousands of years ago was won by Duanmu Yuchengfeng, the second son of the Duanmu family."
"When the Shenlong Empire's national treasure "Purple Sapphire" was won by Duanmu Yuchengfeng, the second son of the Duanmu family, he won it."
As the treasures were handed out one by one from Zi Hanzhe's hands, the atmosphere in the auction house had reached an extremely high point, and everyone's words began to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Suddenly, Zi Donglai, Ye Manxing, Ye Manlou, and dozens of elders from Ziling Pavilion, Yuling Pavilion, and Fengling Pavilion were seen slowly walking up to the high platform of the auction platform.
Zi Donglai and Ye Manlou Xing and Yemanlou stood in the center of the high platform, while the elders of the three pavilions spread out and stood on the edge of each corner of the high building.
Zi Hanzhe placed his hands on the wooden platform of the auction seat.
After taking a deep breath, he said loudly and excitedly to the powerful people in the audience: "Dear guests, I have accepted the ones that are about to appear.
It is the last item in this auction, but it is also The most valuable item in this pavilion.
I believe this item is also the reason why everyone has come to Ziling Pavilion all the way.
I think I won’t introduce it, so you can guess what it is.
Well, what’s coming next?
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It is the "Rootless Saint Bodhi" known as the holy fruit.
As soon as Zi Hanzhe finished speaking, the originally lively atmosphere of the auction fell into silence.
The nervous and heavy breathing of everyone could be heard clearly.
All the warriors in the audience were staring at the auction seat intently.
Zi Hanzhe on the high platform.
Seeing that Zi Hanzhe had already started to auction the "Rootless Saint Bodhi", Yunfeng quickly stood up and said to Yu Wushuang: "Wushuang, I'm going out for a moment."
Without waiting for Yu Wushuang's reply, Yunfeng quickly walked towards the passage of the main house of Ziling Pavilion.
When he walked into the passage, he saw no one around him.
Yunfeng stretched out his left palm, and a faint energy flew from his left palm.
When he came out, he instantly condensed into a young and handsome young man.
"Take this sword.
When you sit next to Wushuang later, I will tell you what to do."
Yunfeng said calmly, and casually took out the "Phoenix Blood Fire Cloud Sword" that was just auctioned from the space ring. , handed it to Yun Shi's hands.
"Yes" Yun Shi responded and casually took the Phoenix Blood Fire Cloud Sword from Yun Feng's hand and walked quickly towards the auction house.
Yunfeng took out a large black cloak from the space ring and threw it around his body.
After waiting for about half a stick of incense, Yunfeng slowly walked into the auction house and stood in front of a On the edge of an inconspicuous corner.
After standing still, Yunfeng frantically circulated the Sihe Magic Skill in his body, scanning the surroundings for high-level sword masters and peak masters at the Sword Emperor level.
"Now, please write your name on the service registration list.
We will call you in according to the order in which you registered.
As long as the thing that the person brings out satisfies us, then the "Rootless Saint Bodhi" will be It belongs to him," Zi Hanzhe said loudly to everyone in the audience.
Although many people have been peeping at "Rootless Saint Bodhi" for a long time, when it came time to exchange, no one in the audience took the initiative to register their names, because no one felt that they had the ability to bring "Rootless Saint Bodhi" with him.
Out of "boundless land".
The indifference of the crowd made Zi Donglai unable to sit still, but he had no choice but to stand on the high platform and wait for everyone's actions.
"Waiter" an old voice sounded in the corner of the auction house.
Seeing someone calling, the waiter hurriedly ran to the corner.
He looked nervously at the old man wrapped in a black cloak in front of him, and put the pen and paper on the silver plate in his hand.
Passed it over.
I saw this person lift the pen on the silver plate, write his name on the white paper with a few strokes, and several gold coins also lay on the silver plate at the same time.
"Please wait a moment," the waiter said gratefully, bowed and stepped back.
"Waiter" Duanmu Yuchengfeng shouted loudly at the VIP table with a defiant look.
"waiter" "waiter" With Duanmu Yuchengfeng and others taking the lead, one after another strong men signed their names on the silver plates of various waiters.
Yunfeng also noticed that any of these people who dared to sign their names on the silver plates He is surrounded by several high-level sword masters, even strong men who are at the peak of sword masters.
"Waiter" Yun Shi, who was next to Yu Wushuang, loudly called the waiter beside him and signed his name under the silver plate.
Yu Wushuang turned her head in confusion.
She suddenly had the illusion that something was missing from Yunfeng who had just sat back next to her, but she couldn't tell what exactly was missing.
Half an hour later, Zi Donglai was seen walking forward slowly, looking at the people in the audience with a cold expression, and he clasped his fists at the people in the audience and said politely: "Everyone, from now on I will start Count the names on the silver plate.
If your friend's name is called, please take it with you.
I will go up to the high auction platform for suitable items.
If I think it is suitable, I will exchange the "Rootless Saint Bodhi" with it.
However, if there is a friend who does not know what is good and wants to use force to get it, then I will.
Zi Donglai would rather be broken than compromise."
As soon as Zi Donglai finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly, and the color of the energy on the high platform slowly became blurred.
In a moment, everyone in the audience could no longer see clearly the figures of Zi Donglai and everyone on the high platform
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