"Honorable son, don't you want to take the finale?" In Zuozun's private room, a faint voice sounded.

"No need, let that sword Fengyun shoot, take him down when the time comes, and the two finales will be directly in hand." Zuo Zun picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a sip of the blood-red wine in the glass, revealing a bloodthirsty killing intent in his eyes.

Suddenly, a pale red demonic aura surged in the private room, instantly filling the entire private room with a bloody atmosphere.

There was silence in the auction hall, and it was clear that most people, like Zuo Zun, had the idea of letting Jian Fengyun auction it off and then snatch the Sacred Courtyard Token from Jian Fengyun.

The corners of Jian Fengyun's mouth rose slightly, and he said, "I will give out 100,000 top-grade spirit crystals!" ”

Si Jianxue was slightly stunned, her eyes fell on the No. 8 private room, her clenched white little hand suddenly loosened, and she said, "The distinguished guest of the No. 8 private room bid 100,000 top-grade spirit crystals, does anyone offer a higher price?" ”

Si Jianxue's words fell, the scene was silent, and after a while, under Si Jianxue's strange gaze, the final announcement began.

"If no one bids, the 100,000 top-grade spirit crystals once, the 100,000 spirit crystals twice, and the 100,000 spirit crystals three times, congratulations to the distinguished guests of the No. 8 private room for winning the Holy Courtyard token!" Si Jian Xueqiao's face flushed, it was obvious that such a low transaction price made her a little embarrassed.

"Okay, this is the end of today's auction, after the auction is over, Wanbao Lou will be closed, anyone who is not Wanbao Lou will not be allowed to stay in Wanbao Lou, please go slowly!" Si Jianxue seemed to have received some transmission, her face was slightly straight, and she suddenly opened her mouth to announce.

On the third floor, a secluded private room

"Honorable son, everything is ready, just wait for the parties to come out, and everything can be solved!"

"It's time for the show to begin." Zuo Zun pursed his lips and drank the bloody liquor in the cup in one gulp, a trace of demonic intent flashed in his eyes.

On the second floor, the Iron Sword Gate Private Room

"Young Master Jianfei, the deputy sect master and the major elders of the sect are here, as soon as that person goes out, everything can be solved."

"Okay, let that Sword Fengyun know in a while how miserable the fate of the Iron Sword Gate will be!" Lin Jianfei smiled coldly on his face, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He was so pitted by Sword Fengyun that he spent 160,000 medium-grade spirit crystals to buy a supreme-grade battle armor, and he couldn't swallow this hatred.

3rd Floor, Private Room No. 8

With a "click", the door of the private room was pushed open, and Zuo Hai appeared at the door with a box of Xuanjin in his hand.

"Sword Boy, the Sacred Courtyard Token you took at this time!" Zuo Hai opened the box of mystical gold, and a simple and mysterious hexagonal token instantly appeared in the center of the box, the token was made of a mysterious metal, engraved with mysterious lines, which intertwined with each other to form an ancient character.

Saint!

Jian Fengyun recognized the meaning of the characters on the token at a glance, and above the holy words, a faint light flowed on the characters, revealing a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

"This is 100,000 top-grade spirit crystals, give!" Jian Fengyun accepted the token, waved his hand, took out a storage ring containing 100,000 top-grade spirit crystals and handed it to Zuo Hai.

Zuo Hai took the best spirit crystal, a sigh flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure and turned to leave.

"Sword Gongzi, Zuo Xuan is a powerhouse in the Jun Realm, and he has just left Wanbaolou with twelve Spirit Emperor powerhouses wearing battle armor."

Jian Fengyun's ears sounded Zuo Hai's voice, looking at Zuo Hai's distant back, Jian Fengyun obviously felt that a powerful soul power was enveloping all around.

It was clear that someone was watching him the whole time.

Zuo Hai was willing to take this risk to tell himself information, and this feeling, Jian Fengyun secretly remembered in his heart.

It's easy to put the icing on the cake, but it's difficult to send charcoal in the snow, and daring to reveal information to yourself at this time is tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow.

"Let's go!"

Jian Fengyun and his party slowly left the private room on the third floor, walking on the public corridor of Wanbao Building, a huge auction hall, thousands of pairs of eyes swept towards him at the same time, one after another strange gaze, as if they were looking at a monster.

"Is this the boy who has pit eighty or ninety percent of the forces in the Tianxuan Upper Domain, why do I feel a little rubbish?" Lin Jianfei walked out of the private room and looked at the white-clothed young man who slowly walked down from the corridor on the third floor, and a touch of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Jian Fengyun, it's really you!" Yin Ba's eyes shot a cold color, and he suddenly spoke.

Countless strange eyes fell on Jian Fengyun's body, and if he was an ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, he was afraid that he would be directly paralyzed by fright at this moment.

However, Jian Fengyun was still indifferent, and his steps were calmly walking on the corridor.

"Sword Fengyun, the one who got the inheritance of the Fengyun Emperor?" Above the third floor, several Monarch Realm powerhouses also frowned, their attention was attracted by Jian Fengyun, after all, they could offend so many forces at one time, and in the memories of these Monarch Realm powerhouses, not many people could do it.

In an instant, several powerful momentum of the Monarch Realm descended from the sky and landed on Jian Fengyun's body.

The warriors at the bottom of the auction hall felt a majestic aura, and couldn't help but gather their eyes one after another, and suddenly saw a young man in white walking on the corridor downstairs with the momentum of a real king.

Click~click~click~

The monarch's momentum is like a majestic mountain pressing down, even if it is a corridor made of good Xuanmu on the Wanbao Tower, there seems to be a trace of cracks.

"Bang!" A soft sound sounded, and the handrails of the Xuanmu on the corridor seemed to be broken, turning into sawdust flying all over the sky, and the sawdust flew sideways, and a refreshing fresh wood fragrance seemed to be scattered around.

As the monarch's momentum intensified, the dark red Xuanmu corridor under Jian Fengyun's feet was finally overwhelmed, and with a "boom", it completely turned into a piece of broken wood and fell to the ground.

The sawdust in the sky instantly submerged Jian Fengyun, and everyone in the auction hall had their pupils contracted, and Jian Fengyun was afraid that he would be seriously injured this time.

How could a peak martial artist of the True Spirit Realm be unscathed in the face of the coercion of a powerhouse in the Monarch Realm.

However, the next moment, the sawdust fell, and everyone saw a scene of extreme shock.

I saw that above Jian Fengyun's body, a faint silver light was emitted, no matter how powerful the monarch's momentum was, it could not affect Jian Fengyun's figure.

The white robe swayed slightly, and the silver light added to the body, like a peerless sword out of the sheath.

Everyone was stunned, beside Jian Fengyun, Wu Shan struggled to protect Wu Ling'er and Wu Fengting, and looked at Jian Fengyun's eyes with a touch of surprise.

"How is that possible?" The thought came to everyone's minds at the same time.

And Jian Fengyun ignored the surprised gaze, stepped into the air, his face was indifferent, his steps were calm, and he walked slowly.

When the monarch realm powerhouse on the third floor saw this scene, he immediately frowned.

(End of chapter)