"Uncle ***, where did you come from?" Mo Wuxian had never seen such a shameless person, and his voice echoed through the VIP room in the hall.

The young man suddenly turned around, shook the sword in his hand, and shouted: "You insulted this son, my son's name is Fengxing, report your name, and now I want to duel with you!"

Mo Wuxian was just about to poke his head out, but the third prince pulled him and said worriedly: "Brother, you are reckless, this Fengxing is the young master of Fengyue Castle, it doesn't matter if you offend him, the power behind the key is too strong, this is unwise!"

Mo Wuxian shook his head and said, "Damn, he dares to hit Ruoling's attention, Lao Tzu will kill him!"

The third prince was still not at ease, pulled him, and said, "I'll settle this matter!"

Mo Wuxian pushed his hand away and said, "I'll thank you for this love, but I'm going to clean him up with this goods, surnamed Feng, right?"

Suddenly, Mo Wuxian thought of the last incident of sealing the Divine Tomb, wasn't the Martial Emperor who was killed by him also surnamed Feng, and he was from the same place. It seems that this feud was formed at the beginning, and he is not afraid to surface now.

He shouted: "Hey, what kind of popular one, Lao Tzu's name is Mo Wuxie, and he is a famous gentleman in the imperial capital." If you're not afraid of people's jokes, Young Master Ben will grant your dueling request!"

Ruo Ling's face was full of anxiety, and she couldn't interfere with the development of things at this point.

"Don't talk nonsense, report your rank!"

Mo Wuxian also came to the auction table and said, "The young master is a nationally recognized martial arts training waste!"

Suddenly, Feng Xing laughed happily as if he had thought of something, and pointed at Mo Wuxian and said, "You are that waste......? I'm laughing to death!"

Mo Wuxian didn't pay attention to his ridicule at all, and said for a long time: "Have you laughed enough? If you laugh enough, we can duel!"

Feng Xing seemed to be more shameless than Mo Wuxian, and he didn't care about the rules of martial arts, and said: "This son will fulfill you!"

Choke!

Feng Xing drew his sword and pointed it at Mo Wuxie, and in an instant, a green light rose from Feng Xing's body, and a powerful force erupted. It turned out to be the Martial Emperor!

"Cousin, no!" the second prince didn't know when Lu Dao came to the hall.

"Cousin, how do you maintain this waste material?" Feng Xing looked at the second prince in confusion.

The second prince shouted: "This is the Wanbao Pavilion Auction House, look around!"

At this time, Feng Xing looked around, and saw that a large number of guards had poured into the surroundings, many of whom were equipped with strong crossbows, and the crosshairs were naturally Feng Xing.

As long as Fengxing behaves inappropriately, they will definitely release the crossbow arrows.

"It's just a few scraps, what are you afraid of!"

Fengxing looked around with disdain.

"Waste wood?" A figure suddenly appeared in the auction hall, it was none other than Qu Tong.

Qu Tong stared coldly at Feng Xing, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, a little blue light floated out.

With a scream, Feng Xing retreated, fell to the ground, and spat out blood.

"Just a Martial Emperor dares to make trouble in my Wanbao Pavilion, now I will give you a chance, and immediately apologize to Ruoling Dao, otherwise, die!" Qu Tong looked at Feng Xing coldly!

I've seen the horizontal, but I've never seen anything more horizontal.

At this time, it is not an exaggeration to describe the popularity.

Feng Xing was oppressed by the curved pupil qi, sweat beaded on his face, and his back was already soaked.

"I'll just forget it!"

Qu Tong didn't speak, just looked at Feng Xing coldly.

Feng Xing couldn't reach Qu Tong's qi, his breathing was violent and short, and he came to Ruo Ling to apologize under the support of the second prince.

Dao Lu apologized, Qu Tong also disappeared into the venue, and the auction process continued.

Of course, this is only seen as an episode, but for some, the seeds of hatred have already been planted.

"Five million!" Mo Wuxian faintly burst out an astonishing price!

Fengxing is afraid of Qu Tong, but it doesn't mean that he is afraid of Mo Wuxie. His anger burned in his heart, and if he spontaneously combusted, he would have become a burning man.

"Six million taels!"

Mo Wuxian could see that this guy was not only determined to win, but also intended to compete with himself.

"Ten million taels!" Mo Wuxian didn't buy it at all, it seemed that it was just a casual offer.

The second prince looked at Mo Wuxie, his eyes kept rolling, and he suddenly said: "Mo Wuxie, you have to think clearly, 10 million silver, do you have it?"

Mo Wuxian shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "It's a big deal to smash the pot and sell iron, anyway, our Duke's Mansion is still worth 10 million!"

"Flutter!"

Ruo Ling was amused by Mo Wuxie!

"Childe is so funny!"

Mo Wuxian said without a smile: "Anyway, I don't care, who called me the super gentleman of the imperial capital!"

The cloudiness on Feng Xing's face kept changing, and finally he stopped talking, but his eyes turned Mo Wuxian to kill quickly!

To tell the truth, 10 million taels of silver, this is a sky-high price, although he is the young master of Fengyue Castle, he can't be the master, not to mention that he is still competing with a gentleman, and it is rumored that he will be laughed to death!

Mo Wuxian looked at Ruoling and said, "Ruoling girl, since there is no one to bid, are you going to drop the hammer?"

Ruo Ling quickly struck the hammer three times, announcing that Mo Wuxian had obtained the purchase qualification for the Ning Bi Sword.

Next, there are three mysterious things that have been unauctioned.

However, this time there was no unsuccessful auction, and it was taken away by some mysterious people.

For these people, Mo Wuxian could naturally guess that they were all members of big families, and ordinary people couldn't afford them, because each piece was above tens of millions.

Mo Wuxian returned to the VIP room, and the third prince gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother is really a strange person, admire and admire!"

Mo Wuxian waved his hand and said, "Your Highness, it's all your own people, you don't have to praise me!"

The third prince said: "You have to be careful, my second brother is not the one who suffers!"

Mo Wuxian nodded and said, "I'm not the one who suffers!"

The third prince was stunned for a moment, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed.

At the end of the auction, Mo Wuxian took the Ning Bi Sword. Silver tickets, naturally let Ruo Ling personally go to the Duke's Mansion to withdraw the money, because all the money is on Qinghe's side.

He couldn't put this sword down, and the weight in his hand was just right, so it was naturally not a problem to exert the power of the Wanyue Sword Technique.

Mo Wuxian drew his sword, and then drew out the Ning Bi Sword, the two swords slashed each other, the ordinary sword broke in response, and the Ning Bi Sword was unscathed!

"What a sword!"

As soon as Mo Wuxian returned to the Duke's Palace, he rode a Dulong horse and went out again!

Go straight to Miao Xiong's house.

Miao Xiong naturally greeted him happily.

"Brother Miao, I want you to do something!" Mo Wuxian got straight to the point.

Seeing that his expression was serious, Miao Xiong knew that he was not joking, and said, "Brother Mo, please say, I will do it well!"

Mo Wuxian said: "I want you to reveal a piece of information to Situ Zhe intentionally or unintentionally, just say that his batch of medicinal materials was taken by the third prince!"

Miao Xiong suddenly thought about it, and it seemed that this guy was not very stupid. There may be major changes behind this matter, and if you don't take care of your head well, you may not be able to protect it!

Mo Wuxian expressed his worries and said, "This matter must be revealed unintentionally." Don't worry, no one dares to trouble you, it's up to me!"

Hearing Mo Wuxie's assurance, Miao Xiong nodded with determination.

In this way, Mo Wuxian happily went home, and a conspiracy was quietly approaching under his urging.

As a result, the imperial capital, which was originally turbulent, was about to incandescent.

Of course, whoever is the winner is qualified to speak, at least, no matter what, Mo Wuxian will not be the loser, because everything has nothing to do with him, what is fighting is only the interests of the princes.