In the auction hall, everyone's eyes were projected on the figure in the black robe in the back row, because the light was dim, it was impossible to see its face clearly, but listening to this slightly immature cold voice, I also knew that the latter was not very old.

Fan Feng's originally slightly pale face was black and scary at this time, and after bidding with the woman of the Xue Lan Sect, the price of this non-martial art had exceeded his budget, and if he succeeded, it would be fine, but when the cooked duck came to his mouth, it actually flew, how could he not be angry.

But due to the lighting of the auction venue, he couldn't see the face of Chen Moyang, who was sitting in the last row, and he was auctioned here at Gasol......

Chapter 216 of "My Name is Emperor Ling" The rags are being beaten by hand, please wait a moment,

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