The people around him gathered more and more, and they all commented on this strange ghost-faced monk, this was nothing, but Ye Chenfeng clearly remembered that Jin Fugui said that this white-haired monk hated others stealing his limelight the most, and Ye Chenfeng at this time, although he did not intend to, also became the focus of everyone......

Ye Chenfeng looked at the white-haired monk, but found that the other party also happened to look at him at this time, the only difference was that in the eyes of this white-haired monk, there was more killing intent than Ye Chenfeng. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This senior is slow, please listen to the junior."

"Hahaha, there is no need to say much, junior, let me teach you the most basic etiquette today, when you see the elders, you must first bow three times and bow nine times, otherwise, your life will be in danger~"

While speaking, the white-haired man had already made a move, and a hurricane suddenly set off in the auction hall, and a large amount of aura frantically poured into the palm of the white-haired man without warning, he just raised his palm slightly, if he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't even be able to detect this action, but it was this kind of small action that brought a life and death crisis to Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng's intuitive ears suddenly appeared countless coquettish gasps, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, it was no longer an auction hall, but a strange room, surrounded by countless beauties, through various seductive postures, he felt relaxed, it seemed that it would be a good choice to live like this forever, a crazy impulse almost drowned him completely.

However, this madness is still not enough for Ye Chenfeng.

Although I don't know what this trick is, just talking about the illusion of this move, it is far from enough to shake Ye Chenfeng's will.

It's just that the white-haired man's palm is not an illusion attack, the illusion is just incidental, used to confuse Ye Chenfeng, he is in a trance, and even ugly, the real killing move is a palm print that follows.

Monk Jindan slapped it casually, and it was by no means something that could be contended with in the condensation period, even Ye Chenfeng was not sure to take this palm.

Fortunately, at the beginning, he didn't plan to rely on his own cultivation to survive the crisis, even if his physical strength, although he could resist this palm, he must be seriously injured and difficult to hide, so that he would be exposed, and the white-haired monk would definitely bully himself even more.

It's just that since Ye Chenfeng worshiped Gu Jian Peak, although he has never revealed Gu Jian Feng's peerless learning, so that others think that he has not learned it, but in fact, it is just that Ye Chenfeng's cultivation is not enough to perform.

That move was Murong Zangfeng's famous skill back then, the Xuantian Sword Seal.

Although Ye Chenfeng couldn't use his aura to urge this move, he didn't have to use his aura, at this moment when his life was in danger, Ye Chenfeng couldn't hide his strength, and it was worth using this move.

However, he could no longer call this move the Xuantian Sword Seal, but ......

"Nine Ghost Blood Sword."

As soon as Ye Chenfeng's words came out, a large amount of bloody qi emanated from his body, which was only a lot more than that white-haired monk.

This bloody aura instantly condensed several blood swords, each of which was engraved with a mark, a total of nine blood swords, implying some kind of formation, arranged around Ye Chenfeng, making the blood sword aura skyrocket, and the blood light illuminated the entire hall, just with the demonic power emitted by this blood sword, it was enough to resist the palm of the white-haired monk.

However, this level is far from sufficient, and mere resistance is far from achieving the effect of deterrence.

"Oh? At that time, I have some skills, but it's a pity ......" The white-haired monk smiled evilly and shot again, and this time, his entire palm was raised, no longer casually, but seriously slapped a palm, a gust of fragrant wind blew, and a delicate peony was conjured in front of the white-haired monk.

It's just that this peony is not an ordinary plant, but there are countless naked beauties, the whole peony is like a formation, confusing the opponent at the same time, bringing a deadly killing machine, this killing machine not only comes from this fragrant peony, but also from the terrible impulse to die under the flowers in your heart.

But at this moment, Ye Chenfeng's nine swords came out together, like a huge roulette, directly smashing this peony, and for a while, this peony actually let out a scream, mourning all over the field.

Ye Chenfeng frowned, this white-haired monk's technique was really a little too cruel, the beauty in the peony was not an illusion at all, but a living soul!

While his sword strangled the past, it was also equivalent to killing the souls of those beauties.

But this is also good, it just gives Ye Chenfeng a reason to teach this person a lesson, what he cares about is not the life or death of those beautiful women's souls, but that this monk is so extravagant and wasteful, it is simply a violent thing.

"You're serious, and that's the only way to do it?"

Ye Chenfeng was also not comfortable, the nine swords seemed to be majestic, but in order to fight against Jin Dan, he had already used his own demon blood, coupled with the original mystery of the Xuantian Sword Seal, this was the only way to crack the opponent's palm.

But the only thing he can crack is this palm.

But this did not affect Ye Chenfeng, who scared away the white-haired monk.

"Come and don't communicate, it's rude, I have a formula, do you dare to take it?"

"Why don't you dare?"

The white-haired monk laughed mockingly, the nine blood swords just now seemed to be amazingly powerful, but as soon as he fought it, he knew that this ghost-faced monk was just a vain appearance, although his palm had been seriously dealt with, but the strength of the use was less than thirty percent.

"If this trick doesn't surprise me, I'll tell you the price of stealing the limelight!"

His white hair was windless, his hands were pressed outward, and a light curtain as thin as a cicada's wings appeared around his body, enveloping the white-haired monk's whole body, and he put on a full posture, and he was really on guard, waiting for Ye Chenfeng to make a move.

Ye Chenfeng didn't expect that this white-haired monk was so ruthless, refining people's souls was like a common thing, and he would have such an innocent side.

He's also a monk in the Dan period, so doesn't he have a little defense? Or did the white-haired monk really think that he was invincible and confident enough to face any challenge?

But no matter what, when he gave Ye Chenfeng a chance to make a move, he had already lost.

The white-haired monk waited for a long time, but he didn't see any movement from Ye Chenfeng, and began to wonder if this ghost-faced monk was already exhausted in donkey skills and was delaying time, so he simply stepped out, and decided to force the other party to be ugly, and after humiliating him, the white-haired monk would end Ye Chenfeng's life.

He wanted everyone present to know what kind of fate would happen to those who dared to challenge his empty dust!

But when he was thinking, he was shocked that there was a change around him, and instead of stepping on the hard stone slab, he took a step that fell under the sand.

The surroundings were no longer familiar halls, but strange places.

Looking at it, with his eyesight in the Dan period, it seems that he can't see the end at a glance.

In the surrounding mountains and forests, towering into the clouds, the empty dust in front of these mountains, there is a sense of insignificance, and the strange thing is that he just looked at these mountains, and there are mountains that are also looking at him, as if this continuous group of mountains came to life and slowly pressed down on him.

But the empty dust couldn't resist, no matter how he urged the aura. It doesn't matter what kind of magic he uses, it doesn't help, it seems that at this moment, he has been suppressed by the mountains, if he escapes slowly, not only will he cultivate, but his whole person will also be shattered.

"How is this possible? This must be an illusion, that damn ghost-faced monk dares to play yin with me, then don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

Kong Chenzi is also a ruthless person, after realizing that he was caught in the illusion and couldn't get out of trouble, although he still had some disbelief in his heart, his white hair was still flying, and there were silk lines around his eyes, like a ghost, he was obviously using some kind of extreme trick, and he was not even in mid-air, his momentum was amazing, and he obviously wanted to compete with Ye Chenfeng.

However, an empty beast roar suddenly sounded in the air, although it was not majestic, but it had a strange magic, which made people even more frightened after listening to it.

The empty dust sub spell was stunned, and it was self-defeating, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding under the backlash, and his body plummeted, and he fell directly to the ground.

But after he fell to the ground, he looked around in a panic, looking for the source of the sound, because to his ears, the sound actually came from all directions, in no particular order, at the same time.

But this ...... How is that possible?