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"This spear...... This is actually the Soul Devouring Golden Needle of the Holy Doctor Sect!"

At this moment, Lao Xia opened his mouth in surprise and looked at the spear in front of him in disbelief.

He had once stumbled upon the Soul Eater Golden Needle of the Holy Doctor Gate in the portrait!

This Nima is a Soul Eater Golden Needle!

One of the six spiritual artifacts of the Holy Doctor Gate!

How many people can resist the hidden door?

She no longer doubted that the one who could shoot this Soul Devouring Golden Needle must be a disciple of the Holy Doctor Sect!

And the best explanation in front of me is that the six sword gods have made a clear move!

He's really back!

But why does Feng Qingyang refuse to show his true identity? Is it hiding from something?

Is it because of the existence of the Temple?

No, according to the strength of the wind and the clear wind, what is the fear of destroying the temple?

An existence that he can incinerate with a single sword!

Lao Xia looked at the golden spear and became more and more frightened, she knew that it was time for her to make a statement.

If she didn't express her stance again, she couldn't afford the wrath of the Six Sword Gods.

Maybe her fate will be worse than her own people's!

She stepped out one step and came to the middle of the stage, and arched her hand towards the stage: "Senior Feng, I was reckless just now, please don't mind Senior Feng." “

The group of cultivators around him were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately became ecstatic.

"It's really Senior Feng, I know Senior Feng will definitely make a move!"

"Senior Feng is mighty, one move can kill a referee!

"Haha, that old woman just accepted my baby, did she actually stand up and apologize? What is this? This is the real overlord qi, I decided to put the portrait of Senior Feng in my cultivation room!

Senior Feng will be my cultivation goal from now on!"

"Take a look, take a look, the portrait of the predecessor of the wind, a piece of 10,000 hidden stones, the portrait of the predecessor of the peerless powerhouse who has just been baked!

A young man in a Taoist robe began to shout with a pair of portraits with ink still dry.

This young man did have a talent for business, and when he left the secret realm, he discovered this potential demand, so when others paid attention to the situation on the stage, he found a secluded corner and began to paint, and in just half an hour, he thought he had completed ten paintings.

Lifelike!

In the painting is a young man in a mask, suspended above the sky, with a black sword behind his back!

A gloomy and lonely momentum spreads throughout the painting.

It's not even an exaggeration to describe it as a cool hanging bomb!

As soon as the group of cultivators who appeared from the secret realm heard that there was a portrait of Feng Seniors for sale, they hurriedly surrounded them!

For this kind of baby, whether it is true or not, ten thousand hidden stones, they are not stingy at all!

It's as if the portrait of this wind predecessor is priceless!

In the blink of an eye, the young man who sold the painting was left with only one last painting left!

And in the lower right corner of this painting, there are three big characters written in the wind and Qingyang!

Into the wood three points, the sharp hook is quite imposing!

"Come on, come on, the last painting, and the autograph of Senior Feng, this is what I finally got just now! Don't look at me so surprised, when the sword shot out just now, Senior Feng was by my side! Believe it or not!"

The young man said quite seriously, "Start the auction now, the reserve price is 100,000 hidden stones, and the price increase shall not be less than 10,000 each time!"

"I'll give 150,000!"

"Senior Feng is my idol, I want everything about him, 300,000 hidden stones!"

"400,000 Hidden Stones!"

......

Ren Feifei listened to the bidding around him, and the corners of his mouth twitched, where did he sign it?

And when did his worth rise so much?

Of course, he didn't debunk the lie of the young man who sold paintings, but his eyes fell on the stage.

The old woman named Lao Xia was cautiously looking around, as if searching for the figure of the Six Dao Sword Gods.

The more the Six Dao Sword Gods didn't come out, the more panicked she became.

They had even forgotten to search for the next cultivators.

The whole square has become a little weird, the auction of the portraits of the predecessors of the wind in the audience is in full swing, it is very lively, and several judges on the stage look like they are facing a big enemy.

Don't even dare to move!

Seeing this, Bai Aya naturally wouldn't stay on it any longer, and snorted coldly: "I never expected that you referees would be so bold and reckless, even the people of the pilgrimage mountain would dare to move, if it weren't for Brother Feng's action, it is estimated that you would continue to be arrogant and arrogant, it is best not to let me see you in the pilgrimage mountain, otherwise...... Oh, I forgot, you trash, don't qualify for a pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain at all!"

Lao Xia was stunned, and when he heard about the pilgrimage mountain, he completely changed color!

She looked at the woman in front of her in horror, if the other party didn't lie, then they had offended a big force again this time!

It was a pilgrimage mountain.

Legend has it that someone ascended to the mountain, and countless people wanted to step into the land!

But it's not enough!

There are real strong people living there!

Are your own people stupid? How dare even people who make pilgrimages to the Holy Mountain play with them!

However, people who make pilgrimages to the mountain rarely go down the mountain, and it is normal for their own people not to believe it.

Before Lao Xia could react, Bai Aya walked off the stage directly, calmly!

For her, it feels so cool to have a strong man to protect her!

The auction in the crowd was also completely over, and the portrait of the Feng predecessor with the mask was auctioned for 800,000 hidden stones!

It was a young girl who made the bid.

Princess Lingxia of the royal family.

She did have this strength, and everyone present knew that His Royal Highness the Prince had fallen in the secret realm.

In the future, the entire royal family will inevitably shift their focus to Princess Lingxia.

Maybe Princess Lingxia will become the next empress of the hidden door.

Princess Lingxia held the painting and looked at the young man in the crowd from afar.

She thought that her spending would make the other party pay attention to herself, but she didn't expect that the young man was holding a woman's hand at the moment.

His eyes were all on the woman.

"Ren Feifei, or the wind is clear, why the more I know about you, the more I regret it!"

Princess Lingxia let out a long sigh and silently disappeared into the crowd.

And on the stage, the Heavenly Mandate Master came to Lao Xia's side and said, "Lao Xia, do you want to continue to take away those cultivators' things?"

Lao Xia was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Forget it, the treasures I got before are enough, and the wind can't come out, but that sword and a shot have already shown his attitude, if we continue to continue, maybe we won't want to get out of here alive!"

The Master of Heavenly Destiny touched his gray beard and nodded, and suddenly, the words changed: "How do you explain over there?"

Lao Xia was stunned, glanced at those cultivators, and shook his head: "Let's take one step at a time, if they know that it was Feng Qingyang's move, they shouldn't blame us too much." ”

(PS: Send a few chapters first, and the next one will be a little later, because I am ready to go back to my hometown during the holiday ~ I want to take a car in the afternoon ~ update in the evening)

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