"Qing, Sister Qinglan?" Xia Qingyang stared at the demon spirit in the cage in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw.

The demon spirit was a pair of eyes that were chaotic and dazed, and suddenly burst out with a clear light, raised his head suddenly, and got up violently at the same time, but because the cage was too short, there was a violent impact, and he sat down again in pain.

"What's going on!"

"What's that?"

The person in charge of the auction hall hurriedly ran to the cage and pressed the mechanism, and the cage gradually fell down.

"That's a man! Not a demon!" someone spotted.

"Damn liar, let the seller come out for me!" The scene was furious and chaotic.

The demon spirit in the cage went crazy again, slapping the cage desperately, its mouth opened, and before it could make any sound, a person next to her suddenly raised his hand and flicked it, and a soft whip came out of the cuff, passed through the gap in the cage, and accurately hit her cheek.

In an instant, blood spurted wildly, and the demon's painful face was hideous and miserable, and he could no longer speak.

At this point, the cage has gradually fallen below the countertop.

Xia Qingyang only reacted at this time, no matter whether the demon spirit was Xia Qinglan or not, he always had to take a look, and immediately rushed onto the stage with an arrow, shouting in his mouth: "Slow!" At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the cage.

"Bold!" The person who had just whipped at the demon spirit changed his face sharply, and shook his hand and whipped the soft whip towards Xia Qingyang's arm.

Xia Qingyang's heart froze, and at this time he realized that this person was actually a rare master, and the soft whip was also a horcrux, and at this time, it was triggered by soul power, and it was obviously countless times more powerful than the whip that was drawn to the demon spirit just now.

If Xia Qingyang retreated, he would definitely not be able to grasp the cage that had fallen, and with a thought in his heart, a Horcrux spear flew out of the storage ring, passed through the top of the cage, and stood horizontally on the platform, preventing the cage from continuing to fall.

He flicked his wrist, dodged the soft whip he was whipping, and with a twist of his footsteps, approached the man, and slammed his fist into the door.

"Someone robbed the demon spirit!"

"The demon is fake!"

For a while, all kinds of voices flew wildly, and the people who came here had any identity, because it was an underground market, and they were not afraid of causing trouble, and some people who couldn't bear the loneliness began to be dissatisfied with their mouths, and flew directly onto the platform, rushing to the remaining four cages that had not yet sunk.

This time the fun is great, and it is natural that the people who dare to operate the demon spirit are not idle, and immediately more than a dozen soul masters rushed to the stage, exuding a huge coercion, and directly killed a few people who took the lead.

Xia Qingyang had just knocked the person who made the soft whip to the ground at this time, and when he was about to turn back, two soul masters attacked him at the same time.

They are all masters of the excellent level, Xia Qingyang didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly parried.

At this time, the spear he used to block the fall of the cage had been removed, and he was about to sacrifice his hunting knife in a hurry.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the air: "Stop!

Hearing this, everyone consciously stopped, including Xia Qingyang, for no other reason, this is a perfect soul master.

Although Xia Qingyang is not afraid, he also knows that he can't be impulsive, he is not familiar with life when he first arrives here, and it is very likely that he will mess things up, and he is not sure if it is Xia Qinglan after all, if it is, it is not just as simple as saving her.

So Xia Qingyang was not so anxious at this time, he quietly took advantage of the chaos to retreat under the stage, because the scene was very chaotic, there were many people involved, and it was impossible for the perfect soul master to kill everyone, he was just responsible for maintaining order, and there would be no big mess, seeing that everyone was still obedient, he snorted with satisfaction, and turned to leave.

At this time, the five cages containing the demon spirits had completely sunk into the ground, and the table had been closed, and more than a dozen soul masters stood on the stage and watched the movements around them.

"Wouldn't the fairy be fake?" someone questioned in person.

"Where, even if someone has the guts, they don't have the ability to do anything, how can the demon fairy be disguised?" The man was not verbose, and directly signaled his subordinates to invite the demon fairy out.

The fairy is also in a cage, but this cage is tall, made of fine wood, with patterns carved on it, and draperies hanging around it, and the arrangement is beautiful.

But no one cares about this, they pay attention to the demon fairy inside, just take a look, everyone can rest assured, this demon fairy is not fake.

Because she is so beautiful, maybe there are many female soul masters who are not weaker than her, or even a few points better than her, but the kind of beautiful temperament that does not eat the fireworks and fireworks in the world is unmatched, which is the unique temperament of the demon fairy born from the elixir.

The bidding process is very chaotic, anyone can shout the price, but you can't shout the price if you want to, because this thing is paid with one hand and delivered with one hand, and if you can't get it out at that time, there will be trouble.

Xia Qingyang didn't participate in the bidding, his mind was not on the demon fairy at all, he was thinking about how to find the demon spirit and find out his master.

The most suspicious of doing tricks is naturally the group of people on the stage, taking the opportunity of auctioning demons to get a fake one to impersonate, which is a profitable business, but Xia Qingyang immediately denied this speculation, because it seems that this group of people should have been doing business here for a long time, and it is impossible to smash their own signboard like this.

It is more likely that the seller will do this, but it is unlikely that the seller will hide the scrutiny of these people, so the only possible explanation is that these people have internal responses and colluded with the seller to do such a deal.

The price of the demon spirit is not cheap, it is not a problem to shoot millions of soul stones, it is worth the risk, and the possibility of success is not small, if Xia Qingyang does not appear, the demon spirit may not dare to resist, and with the cover of people with intentions, it may not necessarily reveal flaws.

So who is most likely to be Neiying, Xia Qingyang's eyes fell on the soul master who made the soft whip, and he reacted the fastest, sealing the demon spirit's mouth in time, and stopping himself.

"Thirty-five million soul stones! This son has thirty-five million soul stones! Is there anything higher than him?"

The hoarse cries resounded throughout the underground trading market, and also ignited the enthusiasm of the people.

However, no one can afford a higher price anymore, because the person who pays this price has strong financial resources, and it is inevitable that this demon fairy will get it.

Everyone's enthusiasm was mainly aimed at the demons that had been put away, which was their most practical goal, and there were loud shouts, urging the people on the stage to get the demons back up.

Seeing that the crowd was angry, the auctioneer had no choice but to get the four normal demon spirits back on the table.

Without waiting for the auction to end, Xia Qingyang left here, pretended to go around, and bought a few random things, and then left the market.

Walking into a restaurant near the square, I ordered some food and drinks, and spent a few gold coins to easily get the information I wanted from the mouth of a fellow, and the group of people in charge of auctioning demons were from Wanbaolou, the No. 1 auction house in Kyushu.

Xia Qingyang has the VIP jade plate given by the Wanshang Dynasty at the beginning, and it is very convenient to enter and exit the Wanbao Building, but he spent a lot of effort and did not find out the identity of the soft whip soul master, which is also normal, that person is not an auctioneer, maybe just a thug, and he is not good to inquire too much.

When he was about to go out and make plans again, he saw a group of people walking down the street, it was the soul master who had retreated from the end of the underground market.

Most of the people who were talking about today's demon spirit auction were moving, and Xia Qingyang moved in his heart, and quietly pretended to wander around and followed.

"Hey, you said that it's not just who ate the bear's heart leopard gall and dared to get a fake demon spirit to go up, isn't this embarrassing Wanbaolou!"

"Who said no, if you want to say it, Zhen Ping reacted quickly, although it was already exposed, but after all, it blocked the person's mouth, and there was no bigger foreign appearance, otherwise this signboard of Wanbaolou would be smashed. ”

"Don't be naïve, Wanbaolou's signboard is so easy to smash? Besides, don't you think this is strange today? With Wanbaolou's strength, can't you even tell the truth of a demon spirit?"

"Hey, brother, you can't talk nonsense. ”

Zhen Ping! Knowing the name, it would be easy to do, Xia Qingyang returned to Wanbaolou again, and soon found Zhen Ping's residence, and hurried over.

Standing next to a delicate courtyard, Xia Qingyang held his breath and stood quietly, gradually feeling a powerful soul power fluctuation in the courtyard.

He had fought with Zhen Ping and knew that he was an excellent soul master, and it was not difficult to be perceived when he was defenseless.

At this time, Zhen Ping was sitting quietly in the courtyard and drinking tea, and Xia Qingyang showed his heavenly steps and appeared directly behind Zhen Ping.

Zhen Ping felt that he was also very experienced in combat, and he did not rise up, but kicked his feet on the spot, flew out diagonally, and the stone bench under the seat exploded at the same time.

This naturally didn't affect Xia Qingyang, because he was much faster than Zhen Ping, and when Zhen Ping hadn't yet stood firm, the hunting knife had already struck his shoulder, and one arm was chopped off at that time.

Zhen Ping didn't say a word, moved sideways again, and at the same time, a Horcrux exploded in place, this was his natal Horcrux, which was extremely powerful.

Xia Qingyang also had to say a word of admiration, as an excellent soul master, he was able to detonate his natal horcrux so decisively, which showed that the other party was a very decisive person.

It's a pity that he met Xia Qingyang, a perverted guy who can teleport, and the explosion didn't affect him at all.

When Zhen Ping moved out horizontally and was about to leave again, he suddenly found that the scenery in front of him had changed, and he was no longer in his own yard.

"This—" With his composure, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Are you Zhen Ping?" Xia Qingyang asked for a long time, in his star escape, he was not worried that Zhen Ping would be able to escape.

"It's you!" Zhen Ping turned around, only then did he see Xia Qingyang's face clearly, and at the same time recognized him.