The leader is naturally the red-haired old man from the Holy Dao Academy.

"Boy, hand over the Longquan Sword, I can keep you from dying!" The red-haired old man's cold voice was like thunder, resounding through the sky.

The others around looked gloating.

However, Gu Fei and the others did not approach, but watched from a distance dozens of miles away.

When the red-haired old man's voice fell.

A middle-aged man next to him frowned, and said coldly: "Boy, give me the Longquan Sword, and you can also protect you from death." ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to glance at the red-haired old man defiantly.

It seems that it is also from a certain big force in the first-level region.

"Li Yirong, what do you mean?" The red-haired old man's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he looked at the middle-aged man with an unkind expression.

He still knows the middle-aged man.

He is the elder of the Liuyan Pavilion, a major force in the same first-level region.

It's no worse than the Holy Temple.

The most important thing is that the Liuyan Sect and the Holy Dao Academy were already at odds, and now the other party has stood up to fight against him.

How can you not be annoyed.

As his words fell, the middle-aged man named Li Yirong sneered disdainfully, and said lightly: "It's not interesting, since you can grab this Longquan Sword, can't I rob it from Liuyanzong?" It's just ridiculous." ”

"Haha! That's right, since it's a treasure, it's naturally something that can be obtained, if you want me to see it, it still has to belong to my Holy Fire Tower!"

Suddenly, another old man stood up and laughed loudly.

"No, no, since it is a capable person who can get it, how can I miss my Tianji Pavilion?" At this moment, another old man in a green robe stood up.

"You're not close to Tianji Pavilion!"

Suddenly, another cold voice sounded, but it was a woman, an old woman to be exact.

His gray hair was tied up high, his purple clothes were blowing in the wind, and his face was full of wrinkles that looked ugly.

But the invisible momentum cannot be ignored.

The people around were dumbfounded.

Because the people who stand up are all big forces in the first-level region.

These people, they usually squeeze their heads and don't have a chance to see them.

I didn't expect to see this third-level area again.

And also because of a young man.

"There's a good show to watch now. Someone in the crowd gloated.

"That kid, I'm afraid it's bad luck today. ”

"How could he keep such a treasure?"

"If you want me to say, he will definitely die today, the kind of pseudo-holy soldier is only available in the ancient Dao system, and it can only be equipped by the genius disciples of those Dao systems, and the others have the money to buy it, but they don't have that life. ”

"But it's not, if it weren't for the sale of the Shura Chamber of Commerce this time, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to see such an artifact once in our lives. ”

There was a lot of talk and noise among the people around.

And the other side!

Those who are of great power are also arguing.

After all, there are so many of them here.

And there is only one piece of this pseudo-holy soldier, how to divide it?

On the other side, Ying Yaohua sat directly on the ground indifferently, wiping the Longquan Sword with something I don't know what material it was.

It seems that the chatter and noise of those people are not taken to heart at all.

"Boy, you say, Longquan Sword, to whom?" The red-haired old man argued for a long time, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ying Yaohua and asked.

Although it is an inquiry, but if there is no killing intent, it all proves that as long as Ying Yaohua's answer does not satisfy him, he will not hesitate to do it.

The others also stopped arguing at this time, and also stared at Ying Yaohua with a cold face, as if they were also waiting for Ying Yaohua's answer.

"Hehe, I bought it with my own money, why should I hand it over?" Ying Yaohua suddenly raised his head and smiled contemptuously at everyone.

The tone was full of disdain.

"Boy, you are looking for death again!" The red-haired old man's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and a touch of killing intent burst out directly.

The next moment!

Between the probes, an attack was directed at Ying Yaohua.

In his eyes, the other party was just a cultivator of the Divine Realm, and he could be killed at will.

He dared to disobey him.

If you don't give each other a little color, you don't know how precious life is.

However!

When his attack was unleashed, and he didn't even have time to withdraw his hand, another attack that was not weaker than him in the slightest blasted straight towards him.

The next moment, the energy dissipated.

Ying Yaohua is safe and sound.

"Li Yirong, what do you mean?" The red-haired old man suddenly became furious, looking like he was going to make a move with the other party.

Who knows, Li Yirong didn't pay attention to him at all.

Instead, he turned his head to look at Ying Yaohua and said with a smile: "Boy, I dare to confront the old red ghost at you, you Longquan Sword, I will buy it with a spirit stone, how about it?"

"I'll give you 30 million spirit stones, how about it?"

This sounds like Ying Yaohua is losing.

But in the ears of those onlookers, it was Ying Yaohua who made money.

After all, compared to one's own life, a weapon is nothing.

The most important thing is that at least you can recover the cost of 30 million, the loss is not too much, and you can still save your life, why not?

"Hurry up and agree, if you don't agree, your life will be gone. ”

Someone reminded anxiously.

After all, there are good people in it.

"I'm not afraid of running out of firewood to stay in the green mountains, it's important to save my life now, young man!"

"If it were me, I would have agreed a long time ago, why is this kid still stupid?"

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Ying Yaohua smiled faintly, and then met Li Yirong, who was standing not far away.

"Thirty million, heh, it's a lot!"

"But if you want to buy a Longquan sword, it's still very bad, 30 million is not enough money for a sword hilt. ”

"Boy, 30 million is already a lot, don't be dissatisfied, if it weren't for your sake, I wouldn't give you a penny. ”

Li Yirong's face suddenly sank,

He can give 30 million, it all depends on the competition here.

He wanted to strike first.

Otherwise, how could a hairy kid in a third-level region, or even just a cultivator of the Divine Realm, spend this money.

"Heh, then I still want to thank you?" Ying Yaohua raised his eyebrows disdainfully.

What are the virtues of these people?

He had been in the Dharma cultivation realm for so many years, how could he not know?

So to say that, it's just disdain to deal with this kind of person.

However, how could Li Yirong not hear the mockery in Ying Yaohua's tone?

So when Ying Yaohua finished speaking, Li Yirong's face suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "Boy, those who know the times are Junjie, don't get an inch!"

He is a big force in the first-level region, and he is willing to spend money with a hairy boy in the third-level region, and he already looks up to him.

I didn't expect to be not only rejected, but even ridiculed. ......