The floating sound shook everyone, like a thunderclap.

It's not a boast, that's the truth: the entire Wufang Hall is silent, and thousands of people have become thousands of statues, solidifying a thousand expressions that are difficult to draw by the Holy Hand.

It's just that this sluggishness is not due to shock, fear or other emotions that are difficult to vent, but to confusion and confusion.

Quoting 200,000 without anyone bidding, no matter how you look at it, it is an idiot behavior: contact the scene of the previous competition for the elixir, people can't help but ask.

"This ...... Is he really a nursery?"

On the high platform, the auctioneer smiled bitterly after being confused, secretly wondering who arranged the corner, and didn't say hello to me, it was too fake to act.

In the secret place, a man in black had a flashing gaze, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

In the private room, Thirteen Lang Huo Ran was sober and sweating profusely.

Anything, no matter how majestic or eerie it may be, is far enough away that people tend to lose their awe and even express their disdain in the form of ridicule and sarcasm. Just as a non-believer can casually insult the gods, not because they are bold and fearless, but because they are out of reach.

The gods never retort at them because they are scolded, and they do not punish them for anger: to people who are not their followers or enemies, the gods are in fact puppets and clay sculptures, beaten and insulted, and never complained.

The true spirit of heaven and earth, if not comparable to the rumored gods who control all things or even create them out of nothing, is at least a demigod. Only those who have personally experienced the power of the true spirit know how powerful, majestic and untouchable the divine object that can shuttle through various interfaces and travel through the starry sky of the universe.

Facing the true spirit is actually more terrifying than facing the sky, but for the hundreds of millions of living beings in the world, the true spirit such as the heavenly phoenix is just a myth, and there is no fear. It's like ants aren't afraid of dragons at all, but they're afraid of tiny anteaters like tigers.

Shisanro was fortunate enough to truly experience a divine power.

Belch...... One in a billion, perhaps.

Even if he was shocked and dizzy, he could still figure out that no matter how prominent the owner of that green feather was, the spirituality that was retained now was less than one billionth of its original one-billion. But it was this little bit of deterrence that had experienced a little bit of consumption for many years, but it almost scared him into a real idiot, and he couldn't wake up for a long time.

It's so powerful!

There are no words to describe the feeling as if the sky had fallen overhead, and Thirteen Lang was still a little dazed after bidding, so that when the auctioneer announced that he had successfully auctioned the Divine Treasure Tree, he could not respond.

It wasn't until he actually held the piece of wood in his hand that Thirteen Lang came to his senses.

"This is Shenmu?"

The deacon had already departed after the settlement, and from his eyes, it was clear that there was sympathy and pity. It is estimated that in his opinion, most of the young man in front of him is still childlike and is still in the stage of being qualified to dream.

There was no one around anyway, so Thirteen Lang simply took out the green feather and put it together with the piece of wood in his palm, changing the combination from all angles, expecting some miracle to happen.

He didn't worry about others seeing, this quiet room was for the use of Young Master Mai, and if there was any monitoring or anything like that, it would inevitably be a little unacceptable. The previous shock was too intense, and he couldn't help but be curious, wanting to get a glimpse of it right away.

Nothing, even the fluctuations had completely vanished: Qing Yu seemed to have completely lost his spirituality, his whole body was dull and dull, and he was even more decayed than before.

"Is it the previous ...... Too much to cost?"

He didn't know how to describe the sense of majesty that was not a supernatural power but was better than all supernatural powers, so he could only half-guess and half-try to input spiritual power. The green feather gradually shone brightly, and it seemed that it could still be used as a flying magic weapon, but it didn't feel the slightest like before, and no matter how hard Thirteen Lang tried, there was no movement. ...,

After working for a long time, Thirteen Lang had no gain, so he could only shake his head again and again, full of emotion.

"If there is really a secret, how can Zong Ming be qualified to have it;

This idea is really ridiculous, and Jusan Lang continued to shake his head, only to think about it slowly later. However, after all, he can't completely give up, and secretly makes a decision to use it as his flying magic weapon when it is convenient in the future, and use it more and practice more, maybe he will be able to find the clue.

There are undoubtedly many restrictions on the use of spiritual weapons in the Demon Domain, but fortunately, Thirteen Lang is in the middle of nowhere, and if he really wants to toss, he is not afraid that he will not find a suitable place. Thinking of this, he carefully received the green feather and the remnant wood together, which was a kind of hope.

"Anyway, I can't think of a way, so you just stay together, I hope it helps. ”

With nothing else to do, Thirteen Lang collected his mood and walked out of the room, and after explaining to the maid who was guarding the door, he left the Wufang Hall and walked away.

Mujiazhai's shop doesn't have to worry about anymore, with Thirteen Lang's current reputation, no one who is not long-sighted will go to trouble. As for the little wolf Ziyi and Ah Gong, he had already made arrangements when he came: except for Xiao Ziyi, who was a little worried, the rest didn't have to worry too much. However, then again, Thirteen Lang can't take a Demon Girl around, since sooner or later they will have to separate, why choose what time.

In this kind of thing, Thirteen Lang has always been decided, and he rarely has the attitude of a child. Although he pitied and treated this little girl like a relative, he had no intention of protecting her until she reached adulthood. Then again, if he did, it wouldn't be a good thing.

With a flying sword in his hand, Thirteen Lang turned into a streamer and headed north. Looking at the direction he took, it was a place where everyone in Wuli City was familiar with

Yinyang Canyon!

What Thirteen Lang didn't know was that not long after he left, another black light rose into the sky and followed the direction of Thirteen Lang.

And behind that black light, there was a figure in the air, as if it had melted into the air, following the two unhurriedly, far away.

Wuli City is still noisy, all kinds of people are busy with their own affairs, sometimes talking about the recent rumors, especially about the rumors about Young Master Mai and the unpredictable young man, even more talked, people's expressions are a little excited, and there are also some expectations: as if the Burning Spirit Clan has produced two young heroes, who are about to be reborn.

What they didn't know was that at this time, the young patriarch Mai Shaofei, who was pinned on by people, was already anxious, and the magical boy Xiao Bazhi was even more in a crisis and fell into great danger.

A sword light flashed in the air, and a few black shadows popped out of Shisanlang's shaking hands, and the corners of his lips flashed with mockery.

"Sure enough!"

He didn't release his divine thoughts to check, nor did he change direction, the mana under his feet was urged, and the speed exploded by three percent, and it passed through the air like a meteor.

"The picture is controlled by the rock canal, the rock canal is bound by the agreement, the three holy sons and Mai Shaofei together, the people who chase ....... ”

"Anyone can say pomp and circumstance, if you are a real master, where do you care about any rules? Since you don't dare to do it in the city, you can fight!"

In his thoughts, Thirteen Lang's eyes gradually became murderous, and his eyes were cold.

"Kill!"

The number of words in this chapter is less, not because it is lazy, but because it is appropriate to break the chapter here, as you will see below. Heshi bowed...... , "mouth)