Auction Center.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the girl in the iron cage on the stage. But because of the sudden changes on the field, their original excited mood and desire were scattered, as if they were poured a basin of cold water on their heads.

Some people are annoyed, while others have a look of watching a play on their faces.

Dare to make trouble in the Tiandou auction hall, there is indeed some head iron.

The sharp sword intent that permeated the venue, and some people with low soul power felt a great pressure, just like a sharp sword suspended above their heads, which would fall down at any time.

Coupled with the sudden wind, the temperature of the air was also a little colder, and the atmosphere was more solemn and a little depressing.

The host on the stage was even more pale, and now he felt very reluctant to even stand, and the hands and feet holding the megaphone could be clearly seen trembling slightly, and his pale cheeks were already covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of horror.

As for why this is so, of course, he is the closest to Zeng Yi's position.

The red VIP seat where Zeng Yi and Xue Qinghe were located was only five meters away from the auction table. And the host, his own strength is not high, and he is only the strength of a soul venerable, and he is not a combat-type soul master, in the face of the coercion of a soul sect like Zeng Yi, he can withstand it so much.

In addition, the reason why he is still a bidder, Zeng Yi's anger, and killing intent, a lot of it is focused on him, after all, he is a staff member in the auction hall and belongs to a part of this auction house.

Faced with the terrifying momentum rushing to his face, the pressure like a mountain was across his shoulders, and the host felt that his body was about to collapse.

The terrifying eyes that looked directly at him were like sharp swords, until his heart, the host felt that his soul was going to be pierced, and the whole person was shaky, as if he could fall down at any time.

The host really wanted to cry without tears, he never thought that things would turn out like this, auctioning a female slave, it was not the first time for him, but it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Seriously, with the background behind the auction house, few people dare to make trouble here. But you must know that this sentence is not absolute, there are always some people who can't be provoked behind the auction house.

But this time, the person who caused the trouble was the guest sitting in the red VIP area.

And the person who can sit in the red VIP area can be ordinary?

Not to mention the person who released a terrifying aura all over his body, the person sitting next to him is a big Buddha.

The host knew that that was the crown prince of their Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe! The host has seen Xue Qinghe come to the auction house several times, and he naturally has to remember such an important person.

The imperial crown prince, the future emperor, even the forces behind their auction house, did not dare to provoke easily.

And the person who can sit with him can have a low status?

Besides, I'm just a part-time worker, and this kind of thing is not something I can control, if you are dissatisfied, find our leader! Why are you angry at me?

In the face of Zeng Yi's oppression, the host wanted to cry without tears in his heart, he was really afraid that this person would not agree with him, so he rushed to the stage and clicked him.

And judging by the look on his face, it's very likely that this will happen.

If that's the case, who do I turn to? Hades?

The host didn't dare to speak, so he could only beg the VIP not to be impulsive, and begged the security guard of the auction hall to hurry up and protect him, and by the way, he stopped the VIP who looked like he was about to go berserk.

Xue Qinghe, who was beside Zeng Yi, was startled by his sudden reaction. Indeed, she brought Zeng Yi to this place for her purpose, one of which was to let Zeng Yi see the dark side of these aristocratic classes, so that he would breed dissatisfaction with this social class in his heart, and have the intention of rebelling, and innovate with her to establish a new regime.

But Zeng Yi's reaction seemed to be even stronger than he imagined. But she didn't hate it, and was even very satisfied. Zeng Yi's upright and hateful temperament is what she likes very much.

At the very least, it proves that she didn't look at the wrong person.

As for the auction house, even if Zeng Yi did something excessive, what could they do? In terms of strength, she Xue Qinghe still doesn't take the background of this auction house in her eyes.

What happened here, the auction house was quick to take measures. Soon, more than a dozen security personnel quickly rushed into the venue.

"I'll see who dares to make trouble here again!" A voice of mixed soul power sounded throughout the venue, and a middle-aged man appeared on the auction table, he carried his hands behind his back, his eyes looked around the entire venue, and there were seven soul rings floating around his body, it was a soul saint powerhouse, and the surging and terrifying soul power was released, and the entire venue became solemn.

The soul saint in the auction hall appeared, and the host on the stage also felt a lot less pressure on his body, and he was a lot more relaxed.

As a Soul Saint powerhouse, the middle-aged man quickly sensed who was unleashing this momentum to disrupt the auction atmosphere of the entire venue, and his sharp gaze tightened on the figure of Zeng Yi in front of him.

The middle-aged soul saint smiled disdainfully, and said sharply: "I thought it was someone who was making trouble in the auction hall, but it turned out to be your hairy boy who didn't know whether to live or die." ”

After he finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen soul masters quickly surrounded Zeng Yi and Xue Qinghe's position.

In the auction hall, many people saw that the situation was not good, and they also began to leave the auction so as not to affect themselves. But most of the people who left were people from the white zone, the yellow zone and the purple zone, the black zone and the red zone, and there were not many people at all, but they sat in their places as if they were watching the show, waiting to enjoy the farce.

As VIPs, there will be someone in the auction hall to protect their safety.

Of course, Tang San and Xiao Wu didn't leave, because Zeng Yi was a friend of the two, so they naturally wanted to stay and see if there was a chance to help him.

As for Ning Fengzhi, it is even more impossible to leave. Now, he Ning Fengzhi can be sure that this jealous and hateful young man should be Uncle Jian's disciple, Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi couldn't help but stand up from his seat, staring at the group of people surrounding him with a gloomy face, among them, there were Soul Emperors, Soul Kings, and Soul Sects, plus a Soul Saint who was staring at him on the platform.

Even in the face of these lineup combinations, Zeng Yi is not afraid. Since he dared to do this, he was mentally prepared.

Moreover, that soul saint is still a primary soul saint, a seventy-second level soul power, or an ordinary beast martial soul, and there is no comparison with a soul saint like Liu Erlong, Zeng Yi naturally will not be vain.

Even if he couldn't beat him, Zeng Yi wanted to run, and they couldn't stop him.

What's more, the imperial prince, Xue Qinghe is by his side, Zeng Yi doesn't believe that they dare to touch him.

"Take it for me!"

The middle-aged soul saint gave an order, and the others released martial souls, soul rings, and various soul powers dancing in the space, and Zeng Yi felt a great sense of oppression coming.

Look for death!

Zeng Yi's eyes were cold, and the killing intent was released, and his current mood really needed a battle to calm down.

He couldn't resist slashing these beasts.

The right hand quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword on his waist, but as soon as he made a move, Zeng Yi found that Xue Qinghe grabbed his wrist tightly and stopped him.

"Zeng Yi, calm down." Xue Qinghe grabbed Zeng Yi's right wrist and admonished. However, her face was also cold, and as she looked at these people, her eyes lit with angry flames.

Directly surrounded people in front of me, and had to do it, it was simply not in the eyes of me, the prince!

"Stop!"

Xue Qinghe's cold gaze stared at the middle-aged soul saint on the stage, and shouted.

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