Chapter 662: The Master Behind the Scenes of the Treasure Pavilion (Asking for Subscriptions, Rewards)

"Master, the little one has already told a few masters what he knows, and I beg a few masters to spare the little one!" The young man covered in blood begged for mercy with a frightened face.

"Only the dead keep secrets!"

The noble young man's right hand suddenly exerted force, and with a click, the young man covered in blood, his neck had been pinched off, his eyes were protruding, and he couldn't understand it.

This young man could never have imagined that he was just helping his peers to promote and get some money to win, but he would lose his life because of this incident.

"Dispose of the corpse!"

The young man took the handkerchief handed by a subordinate next to him, wiped his hands, threw the handkerchief directly, and commanded indifferently, as if in the eyes of these people, a dead person is as insignificant as the death of an ant.

The folding fan in the young man's hand was opened with a bang, and the face of the yin owl was full of pride: "Go, follow the past, and intercept the black iron order!"

"Childe, no! This is not our territory, and Xuantian Zongfang City has a master in charge. A subordinate stepped forward and spoke bluntly.

"What then?!" the young man glared at his subordinate, a little annoyed.

The subordinate leaned into the young man's ear, whispered in a low voice, the light in the young man's eyes became more gloomy, and the corners of his mouth also hung with a strange arc: "Okay, just follow the method you said." Send two people to follow you to find out what is true and what is true. ”

Considering the existence of the powerful Xuantian Sect, the young man had to give up the idea of robbing in Fang City, and immediately commanded.

Not long after, Gu Bei and the three of them came to the door of a house called Treasure Pavilion, Luo Xue suddenly turned around, her cold face showed a touch of fierceness, and a killing intent escaped.

Gu Bei stretched out his hand and grabbed Luo Xue's wrist: "The young man is not enough evidence!"

Obviously, Gu Bei had already discovered the two people who were following him, but he didn't bother to pay attention to them.

Gu Bei entered the Treasure Pavilion first, and Luo Xue and Zhao Baitong followed.

Not long after Gu Bei and the three of them entered, two young men in ordinary clothes, each with a sword at their waists, also walked in in a big way, pretending to choose things on the counter, but they didn't buy them.

And the afterglow of these two people has never left Gu Bei and the others.

It wasn't until he heard Gu Bei talking to the shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion, and took out something wrapped in a handkerchief and handed it to the shopkeeper, after the old man opened it, his face immediately changed: "Black Iron Order." ”

Although the shopkeeper's voice was very low, the two watchmen still heard it, put down the things in their hands, looked at each other, and turned to leave the Treasure Pavilion.

After the shopkeeper saw what Gu Bei took out, his face changed unpredictably, and he cautiously glanced around, and found that no one looked at them, so he was slightly relieved.

How did he know that the person in charge of surveillance had already left.

"Is this guest officer really planning to auction this token?"

The shopkeeper asked in a low and serious voice.

Looking at the shopkeeper's expression, it is obvious that this shopkeeper has seen or heard of the Black Iron Order, and knows how precious it is.

"Yes!"

Gu Bei's expression was indifferent.

"Does the guest officer know the value of this token?!It is said that this token is related to an important immortal mansion, does the guest officer still want to put it up for auction?"

He is a businessman, and he pays attention to integrity, so he will naturally not be greedy for this token. What's more, the owner of the house has one such token, and the shopkeeper doesn't need to have more than one.

But this token is indeed extremely precious, and it is related to the Immortal Mansion, so I asked more.

"Although the Immortal Mansion is important, life is even more important!"

Gu Bei had a touch of helplessness on his face, as if he was worried about his guilt.

When the shopkeeper saw Gu Bei's expression, he immediately understood, and he didn't persuade too much: "At what low price is the guest officer going to auction?"

"Worldly money is naturally not rare. Lingshi or Immortal Crystal, in terms of the bidding price, the shopkeeper looks at it!" Gu Bei always looked indifferent.

"After the deed is done, 10 percent of the commission. Would you like to do so?"

"Yes!"

Gu Bei nodded, and then the three of them didn't ink, and turned to leave.

Gu Bei and the three of them left the Treasure Pavilion, and there were already several pairs of eyes outside staring at the three of them leaving, and then they dispersed.

After Gu Bei and the three left, the shopkeeper hurriedly took care of it personally, collected the black iron order, and ordered the master of the Treasure Pavilion to take strict care of it.

At the same time, the shopkeeper had already hurried out of the Treasure Pavilion and went straight to the direction of the Xuantian Sect.

Half an hour later, the shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion appeared in the main hall of Xuantian Sect.

In the main hall, there is a middle-aged man with luxurious clothes and a serious temperament sitting on the main seat, the middle-aged man is majestic, not angry and arrogant, a high-ranking person's breath still comes out, but the lower position on the right sits the Xuantian Sect Sect Master Dongfang Mountain Road.

The seat that originally belonged to the Xuantian Sect Sect Master Dongfang Shandao was sitting by that middle-aged man at this moment, but Dongfang Shandao's face was full of helplessness.

And the middle-aged man sat on the left hand side of the lower position, sitting a handsome young man, and sitting next to the young man was Dongfang Ling'er, the daughter of Dongfang Mountain Road, the little junior sister of Xuantian Sect.

At this moment, Dongfang Ling'erqiao's face showed humiliation and grievance, her little hand was grabbed by the young man, and she rubbed it, but she didn't dare to resist!

His eyes were slightly red, and he was choking with tears.

Sitting opposite Dongfang Ling'er, Dongfang Mountain Road looked embarrassed, but he could only pretend that he didn't see it, and twisted his face to the side.

Since the Li family descended from the sky nearly a month ago, the Xuantian Sect has changed hands.

Although the name of his sect master is there, it has become a virtual reality.

The entire Xuantian Sect has become the minions of the Li family.

Even his daughter has become this Jin Luan named Li Dongque, but he, who is a father, is helpless.

Dongfang Shandao could see that his daughter didn't like this Li Dongque very much, but for the sake of the lives of the children of the sect, Dongfang Shandao had to be broken to accept the conditions of the middle-aged man above, and let his daughter marry this Li Dongque.

"Master, that's the way it is!"

The shopkeeper's 1510 told the matter of the Black Iron Order.

"Shopkeeper Hu, do you remember the name and appearance of that person?" The middle-aged man at the top did not say anything, but Li Dongque, who was playing with Dongfang Ling'er's little hand, asked casually.

"Back to the young master, the auction is not allowed to inquire about the names of the auctioneers, but the appearance of those three people, the old slave still remembers!" After the shopkeeper Hu replied respectfully, with a flick of the sleeve of his right hand, three figures appeared.

Two men and one woman, the leader is a middle-aged man with a calm bearing, followed by a cold woman with an ordinary face, and the young man next to him, with particularly long arms, immediately aroused Li Dongque's interest.

"Isn't this kid the pimp who has been appearing a lot lately? Now he looks like a dog, and it seems that he has found a rich master!" Li Dongque casually glanced at the young man with long arms, and laughed mockingly.

It seems that Zhao Baitong is still relatively famous in this city.

But Dongfang Ling'er paid attention to the middle-aged man, and his expression was a little puzzled, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Can Ling Er recognize this person?!" The middle-aged man above finally spoke, his sharp eyes swept towards Dongfang Ling Er, his expression was not angry and arrogant, which made people feel afraid.

(End of chapter)