Wen Zhengxing, as a genius of the Wen family and a core disciple of Tianyi Pavilion, has a very high status, so when he heard what Ling Xiaoye said, he felt that Ling Xiaoye was looking down on him, and he was immediately even more angry.

"It's you, Young Master Ben killed you in public, what can you do with me!"

After that, above Wen Zhengxing's head, a red tiger illusion flashed, vivid and majestic.

At the same time, the air around him trembled and became very messy.

The attendant Zhao Jia shouted: "It's not good, the young master has cast the Red Tiger Xuan Soul, he is going to move the real thing." ”

"However, he is not necessarily the opponent of the national character face!"

Wang Feng, who was on the side, pulled Zhao Jia back, stepped back more than a dozen feet, and said.

Wen Zhengxing showed his soul and said to Ling Xiaoye: "Now, you should know who Young Master Ben is, right? Kneel down quickly, beg me to let you go!"

When Ling Xiaoye heard this, the smile on his face became even stronger, he scratched his forehead with his hand, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Haha, it's really a dirt bun, I don't even know my name, but you can always see what my mysterious soul is, right?"

Wen Zhengxing is very proud of his soul.

"It doesn't matter who you are. ”

Ling Xiaoye sneered: "It's not just a broken cat's soul, there are a lot of people here who have such a soul." ”

Wen Zhengxing was so angry by Ling Xiaoye's nonsense that his face turned the color of pig liver, and he was very angry.

A genius boy from a big family, a core disciple of a big sect, is so looked down upon, Wen Zhengxing is already on the verge of madness:

"Rub, I won't kill you today, this young master is not surnamed Wen!"

Wen Zhengxing stopped talking, and he suddenly shook the blood-drinking long sword, and a monstrous aura came out, directly hitting Ling Xiaoye's whole body.

"Childish!"

Ling Xiaoye spit out two words lightly, his figure flickered, and he performed a phantom body, and in an instant, he arrived at the young man's side, and then slapped it with a palm, and with a bland blow, the young man's talisman True Yuan was shattered, and then slapped on the face.

Syllable!

Before Wen Zhengxing finished his move, he was slapped hard by Ling Xiaoye, and there was a burst of heat on his face, and then his body was unstable, and he was finally slapped away.

After rolling in the sky for more than ten times, Wen Zhengxing bumped into the predecessor of the Yinguang Auction House building and smashed down pieces of dust.

At this time, the qi and blood in this young man's body were tumbling, and the true yuan mana was scurrying, and he couldn't control his body, so he could only let out a miserable scream on the ground.

"Ah......hh Zhao Jia...... Wang Feng, kill ...... He...... No, come and save me first......"

The two entourages of Tianyi Pavilion rushed over, and no matter whether Ling Xiaoye would continue to attack or not, it was his duty to protect this young master.

Ling Xiaoye really didn't have a killer, in this Yuanjing City, he was still relatively restrained, after all, killing a so-called genius would make his situation embarrassing.

So just teach a lesson, you don't need to fight to the death.

Ling Xiaoye clapped his hands, and then continued to talk to Zhuang Meng.

Seeing Ling Xiaoye's genius core disciples flying away with one move, the surrounding martial arts monks were still slightly surprised:

"I know this person is very powerful, but this kind of powerful method is too exaggerated!"

"There's no way, he can even seriously injure people from Lingmingjing, not to mention this Wen Zhengxingcai Illusion Realm. ”

"Huhu, it's so enjoyable, I want to get to know him. ”

"He should be Ling Xiaoye, the head of Qinglan Sect!"

"Why, it's so unfair, a broken sect would have such a rebellious head appear?"

......

After Ling Xiaoye talked to Zhuang Meng for a few words, he thought that he had already obtained a Royal Thunder Bead and a bottle of Huangquan Dust, the purpose of this trip had been achieved, and there was not much need to stay and participate in other auctions.

Ling and Zhuang Meng were about to leave when several figures appeared in the sky.

These figures flew into the sky in front of Ling Xiaoye, stopped, and said loudly, "Who is presumptuous here?"

Ling Xiaoye glanced at it, probed it with his divine thoughts, and found that the cultivation of these people was not very high, but only in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm.

But the fact that they were able to fly from the sky shows that their identity must not be simple, at least as the old man of the Bounty Alliance before.

Those few people, who stayed in mid-air, saw that Ling Xiaoye did not answer, and continued to say loudly:

"The warrior with the face of the Chinese character below, report your name quickly, otherwise our Yinguang Auction House will arrest you. ”

When Ling Xiaoye heard this, he was obviously talking about himself, and he was also angry, but said slowly: "May I ask what we have committed that we need to arrest?"

"You fought privately at the premises of the Silver Light Auction House, and it caused a bad impact. ”

The half-empty man spoke with a blank eye.

Ling Xiaoye already understood at this time why these people had appeared for so long, it was nothing more than to wait for him to make a move, so that he could settle down and be caught.

Of course, he would not be afraid of these people.

Not to mention three or four martial artists in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm, even if there are more than thirty powerhouses in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm now, they may not be able to keep him.

So Ling Xiaoye continued to look indifferent and said, "Then what do you want?"

"Hmph, the prestige of my Silver Light Auction House is not something that a person like you can despise. ”

The martial monks who were watching below also felt inexplicable after listening to the conversation between the two.

And they also know that as long as they don't fight in the auction hall, in general, the people from the auction house will not come to embarrass them.

Now these people suddenly appeared, wanting to take Ling Xiaoye under the knife, which made these people feel very curious:

"Hey, they're not afraid of this strong man!"

"Who knows, although this man is very strong, he may be the legendary head of the Qinglan Sect, but this is the territory of the Silver Light Auction House, you know, the Silver Light Auction House is also in charge of the Lingming Mirror powerhouse, and he will definitely not be afraid of this man. ”

"The analysis is good, but I feel that these people from the Silver Light Auction House will not come sooner or later, but this time has come, which makes people feel very curious!"

"Well, it seems that this strong man is going to go with these people. ”

......

Several people in mid-air, seeing Ling Xiaoye's indifferent appearance, immediately said in a cold voice:

"Okay, since you're so tough, that's not going to happen, we'll have to ask our deputy elder to talk to you. ”

At this moment, there was another terrifying aura from the sky.

This breath is like a thousand miles of waves, and like a thousand feet of high mountains, heavy and long.

A voice followed:

"The prince has arrived!"

Ling Xiaoye frowned, at this time, there were already a few people from the Silver Light Auction House who were looking for trouble with him here, and now suddenly there was a prince again, which made him have an ominous premonition.