Scarlet Auction House!

One of the top auction houses in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Although it is not the most luxurious, it is the most striking.

Because here, all the items that are auctioned, regardless of their origins or past......

But most of the treasures that are not visible will appear in this bloody auction hall. And the backstage of the Scarlet Auction is also mysterious and powerful enough.

There was once a half-step martial artist who auctioned the items but didn't give money, but before the time for a stick of incense, he knelt at the entrance of the Bloody Night Auction Hall in an orderly manner, and a hand was chopped off.

It is said that the owner behind the Scarlet Auction is the top ten figures on the Dongling Wuhou list!

In the night, Lin Huang followed behind Feng Wanli, raising his eyes to look at the huge circular building in front of him, standing in the very center of the Blood Triangle, like a huge fortress.

Scarlet Auction House!

The stadium was brightly lit, and the boiling sound of thousands of people spread like ocean waves.

Countless people walked in a hurry, most of them wearing cloaks or hats.

Feng Wanli was like a rumor from the outside world, his body was shrouded in a bloody robe, and he turned his head to Lin Huang who was wearing a pitch-black cloak and said:

"Hopefully we'll all have something to gain tonight!"

As the two of them walked into the auction hall, their sight was also open and bright, and the huge auction hall was in a circular structure, divided into two floors.

The lower level is a ladder of seats, densely packed enough thousands, the top has already been filled with people, most of them are dressed as warriors, and the momentum that emanates from their bodies at will is condensed in the venue, just like the vast sea.

The upper floor is a box arranged in turn, with a bead curtain and a dark fragrance floating, and ordinary people are not qualified to go up.

As one of the several overlords of the Blood Triangle, Feng Wanli naturally has an exclusive box.

"I haven't seen the alliance master for a long time, thank you for coming to cheer, I don't know which treasure I have taken a look at this time?"

When the two went upstairs, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman greeted them with a smile on his face.

"Steward Ming, do you have to look at something when you come here? Miss Red Sleeves is the biggest treasure in the auction house, I wonder when I will be able to auction it back?"

Feng Wanli arched his hand and smiled, a pair of eyes looking around, as if looking for the figure of 'Miss Red Sleeves' in his mouth.

"The leader of the alliance is really good at laughing, the red sleeves are just an auctioneer in the field, how can he get into the eyes of the lord of the alliance", the Ming steward said with a smile, and led Feng Wanli upstairs, and Lin Huang also followed.

As soon as the three of them stepped upstairs, Lin Huang frowned, feeling a yin wind around his body, revealing a biting chill, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Lin Huang and Feng Wanli raised their heads at the same time, looking at the source of the cold aura in front of them.

A lean middle-aged man, his brown robe draped over his body, which looked a little wide, but did not reduce his deep feeling in the slightest. A pair of eyes are slightly sunken than ordinary people, but they are as sharp as eagles!

Behind the middle-aged man, there was a young man in a purple shirt, who looked cold and slightly arrogant.

Beside the middle-aged man, there was a rickety old man, his hands in his sleeve robe, his eyes slightly squinted as if he was closing his eyes, and his wrinkled old face was sickly pale.

Lin Huang's face remained unchanged, but his mood suddenly lifted.

The middle-aged and purple-shirted young man Lin Huang didn't know him, but the old man's face had already been engraved in Lin Huang's bones.

Han Qixiu!

Han Ming's master.

The third-level formation master of the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

At the beginning of the Great Xia Dynasty, it was he who united the people of Fengyulou to besiege himself and Shen Diexin. As a result, he met Xiao Yishan and was pulled away from a meridian.

Han Qixiu's gloomy eyes swept over Lin Huang, and then moved away, although he knew that this so-called Lin Changsheng was Lin Huang, he still pretended not to know.

After all, when the news of the Great Xia Dynasty spread, he was very faceless.

"Lord Song Pavilion, don't come unharmed. I accidentally robbed your baby last time, I hope you don't mind", Feng Wanli looked at the brown-robed middle-aged man led by him, and said with a smile.

The brown-robed middle-aged man was not angry, but a stiff smile appeared on his face, "Since the price of ancient treasures is high, what is there to mind, I hope that the alliance master will not be angry for a while."

"That's good", Feng Wanli was perfunctory for a while, and then his gaze stayed on Han Qixiu, and said: "I don't know what this senior is called, there is such a big man in the Blood Triangle, and the leader of this alliance doesn't know, it's really ashamed!"

"Nameless people, why bother?"

Han Qixiu opened his mouth hoarsely, his voice was as light as water, and he didn't want to be sealed thousands of miles.

Song Yuanyang showed a smug smile on his face and said:

"Han Lao is an elder in the family, and it is normal for the alliance master not to know it. However, this little brother Lin Changsheng beside the alliance lord surprised the pavilion master, he was able to kill Tianyuan in front of the blood triangle at a young age, tsk...... What a hero!"

Song Yuanyang set his eyes on Lin Huang, and the corners of his mouth provoked a playful smile.

Hearing this, the young man behind Song Yuanyang also looked at Lin Huang, and then smiled coldly and shook his purple robe, "It's just a guy from the personal Yuan realm!"

"Don't dare to be!"

Lin Huang raised his head and smiled calmly, although he still didn't know the identity of the latter, but the person who could be called the 'Song Pavilion Master' paid so much attention to himself......

I'm afraid it's not good.

"What don't you dare to do, before Jia Wuhou dies, he can entrust his beloved daughter and the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers to you, he must have something extraordinary, I am afraid that in a few years, the name of Lin Changsheng will spread throughout the Eastern Spirit Realm."

Song Yuanyang squinted and smiled, his eyes fell on Lin Huang and he didn't want to move away, as if he wanted to see something from Lin Huang.

"Mountains and rivers scrolls?"

Lin Huang frowned, anger quickly climbed on his face, a pair of eyes stared at Han Qixiu angrily, his fists were pinched and loosened, loosened and pinched, as if he was trying his best to restrain the anger in his heart, and then ......

Lin Huang picked up an apple and smashed it at Han Qixiu!

"Presumptuous!"

Two presumptuous sounds sounded at the same time, one from Feng Wanli and one from Song Yuanyang.

And the apple snapped and smashed firmly on the bridge of Han Qixiu's nose. After all, no one thought that Lin Huang would suddenly come to such a hand.

This is so counterintuitive.

Everyone is an adult, what's the matter with you smashing people with apples?

And smashed this person, who looked like a sick cat, but he couldn't even see the depth of the latter.

"You're the first to smash the old man with an apple!"

Han Qixiu's eyes opened, staring at Lin Huang indifferently, he couldn't see the joy and sorrow, but the appearance of the imminent tree quietly made the air a little colder.

"Your Heavenly Thunder Sect robbed me of the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers, and smashed you old dog with an apple, what's wrong!"

Lin Huang said angrily, looking stunned.

Lin Huang is not a good actor, anyone can see that he is mostly pretending. But it doesn't matter, what matters is what Lin Huang said.

This old man is from the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

The Heavenly Thunder Sect snatched the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers.

There are only two pieces of information in a sentence, but they can make people have countless associations.

Most of the forces in the Blood Triangle do not interact with the forces outside. And Han Qixiu appeared next to Song Yuanyang, which was boring.

And the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers.

......

As Lin Huang's voice fell, the atmosphere in the field became very subtle. In Han Qixiu's confused eyes, a trace of unusually fierce murderous intent flashed.

Feng Wanli also frowned.

Together with Song Yuanyang, they all looked at Han Qixiu suspiciously.

"What Lin Huang said, is it true or false?"

"The Ancient Scroll of Mountains and Rivers is in the hands of the Heavenly Thunder Sect?"

"What is the relationship between the Heavenly Song Pavilion and the Heavenly Thunder Sect?"

......

A lot of speculation is floating in everyone's minds.

"Huangkou child, how dare you talk nonsense here, the old man will teach you what it means to be cautious in words and deeds today", Han Qixiu stared at Lin Huang, and his shriveled voice was extremely gloomy.

A pair of withered old hands slowly stretched out.

Lin Huang was suddenly restrained by an invisible force, unable to move, and there seemed to be a pair of big hands around his neck, pinching himself tightly.

However, with one breath, the terrifying aura that surrounded Lin Huang's body dissipated like a flowing cloud, and he saw Feng Wanli slowly blocking in front of Lin Huang, and sneered:

"Elder Han, you seem to have forgotten what this place is!"

Feng Wanli stretched out his hand and pointed to a corner not far away. I saw that the previous steward was standing there honestly, with a smile on his face.

Han Qixiu's palms were stunned, and his eyebrows were full of anger.

"The auction is about to start, we won't bother", seeing Han Qixiu's hesitation, Feng Wanli smiled perfunctorily, and then led Lin Huang away with a swagger.

"That guy's name is Song Yuanyang, the pavilion master of the Tiansong Pavilion, one of the four overlords of the Blood Triangle, and he can be called my old enemy", after leaving Song Yuanyang and the others, a gentle voice came out from the blood-colored robe of Feng Wanli.

"The young man who followed him is called Song Chen! The leader of the young generation in the Blood Triangle is a disciple of the Drifting Snow Palace, and his strength cannot be underestimated."

"Drifting Snow Palace?"

Lin Huang's footsteps paused slightly, and he couldn't help but turn his head and forget to look at the young man named Song Chen, but found that the latter was looking at him faintly, and his eyes were floating, which made Lin Huang suddenly feel dangerous.

Then, Lin Huang turned his head and smiled, he didn't care too much in his heart, he would leave the Blood Triangle after tonight, and he shouldn't have too much intersection with these two people.

He likes to be alone, but he's not afraid of anything coming his way.

"As for that old man, you should know more than the leader of this alliance", Feng Wanli then said:

"You can be presumptuous in the auction hall, after all, you can't use force here, but you have to be careful when you leave the auction house. That old guy looks like an old dog who will repay him."

Lin Huang nodded, leaving a heart in his heart.

Not long after the two entered the box, a melodious bell rang in the field, spreading like a tide, covering every corner.

Immediately, the auction hall gradually fell silent.

Lin Huang looked out in the box, and the auction hall below could be said to be unobstructed. There were thousands of people seated in the field, all of whom had good strength, and Lin Huang estimated that the martial artists in the Diyuan realm accounted for eighty percent.

At this moment, their eyes were fixed on the entrance of the auction table, as if they were waiting for something, and even their breathing was a lot heavier.

A pair of eyes, green and faint.

Lin Huang in the box was also curious, presumably what everyone was anxiously waiting for at the moment was not those so-called treasures, but the 'Miss Red Sleeves' in Feng Wanli's mouth.

And everyone waited, and there was a response in less than a moment.

Suddenly, the lights in the auction room are dim!

A woman in a crimson robe slowly walked up to the auction table with her jade feet lightly, and her bewitching figure like a water snake was even more charming and moving under the bright lights of the auction......

(End of chapter)