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Chapter 1~~

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As soon as Mo Mei wanted to speak, a huge soul pressure appeared in the main hall, and for a while, the air pressure in the entire hall seemed to suddenly increase several times. Reprinted from my own book

As soon as this great pressure appeared, Ling Yueyue couldn't help but moan, and then the expression on her face changed.

Fortunately, Wang Feng also came back to his senses quickly, and hurriedly propped up a blue-purple soul shield to envelop himself and Ling Yueyue, as for Mo Mei and the others, he didn't care.

This soul shield is actually an external use of the soul shield, and the effect is to resist this kind of soul attack.

Wang Feng reacted, and the white-haired old man on the side was not slow to react, and soon he blessed a red circle of light for the foam charm that seemed to be a little unsupportable, as for the belt, it seemed the most relaxed, Wang Feng clearly saw that as soon as the soul coercion appeared, a blue light flashed on his neck, and then his body was shrouded by a circle of blue light.

Mo Mei glared at Wang Feng viciously, obviously she was unusually dissatisfied with Wang Feng only protecting herself and Ling Yueyue.

And Ling Yueyue, who had calmed down, yelled at Wang Feng angrily: "Little fat man, why don't you protect Xiao Mei." ”

Wang Feng looked at the two girls who were glaring at him, and replied directly: "Please forgive Miss, my subordinates were negligent." ”

Wang Feng directly admitted his mistake, which made Ling Yueyue and Mo Mei dumbfounded.

The white-haired old man on the side looked at the blue-purple soul shield held up by Wang Feng in amazement, and asked, "The young man's soul power is purple?" ”

The level of soul power actually has its own division, the most basic is cyan, the soul power of most soul cultivators is cyan, and some people's souls are blue with purple, or purple, although this can also be transformed into purple soul power through cultivation, but it still depends more on talent. Of course, the purity and quality of purple soul power are naturally much stronger than cyan soul power.

Wang Feng hurriedly replied with a smile: "Back to my predecessors, my soul power is blue and purple. ”

The white-haired old man looked at Wang Feng thoughtfully, but Wang Feng seemed to ask Mo Mei on the side, "Miss Mo, what's going on?" ”

Wang Feng looked around as he spoke, and all the people in the entire hall had various circles of light emerging from their bodies, obviously everyone had their own ways to resist this kind of soul coercion.

"God knows which pair of enemies met here, this kind of thing is not uncommon at every auction, as long as they don't do it, we can't control this kind of momentum competition." The white-haired old man was the first to answer Wang Feng's question, and after a pause, he continued to smile and said, "Of course, you soul cultivators are not in this case."

The competition between masters is actually a situation of soul coercion, but this is also a distinction between professional and unprofessional, unprofessional soul coercion is at most to make people faint, and professional will be in danger of life, just like the soul storm in the soul control technique.

Looking at the surrounding situation, sure enough, most of the people are doing what or doing, except that the outer part of the body is covered with a layer of light shield, there is no abnormality, of course, there are many of them like the white-haired old man who has nothing unusual, these people are obviously relatively strong, and they can completely ignore the previous soul pressure, in fact, Wang Feng can also do it, the soul shield of the soul control technique has formed a soul shield on the periphery of his consciousness space.

After a few minutes, the pressure finally disappeared, and the various light shields on the surface of all the people in the hall disappeared without a trace again.

Retracting the soul shield, Wang Feng then understood why Ling Yueyue's grandfather had to bring Ling Yueyue with him to allow her to participate in this auction, obviously the other party was very aware of the situation in this auction.

Following behind Ling Yueyue and Mo Mei, the two girls obviously had a large number of suitors, and it didn't take long for a bunch of suitors like the previous Belt to gather around the two, but most of them were Mo Mei's suitors, these people were relatively friendly to Wang Feng, but this friendliness also meant that the other party did not take Wang Feng as an opponent.

Before the auction, it is actually a social dance, and the super auction of Wanbao Pavilion every ten years will invite the major families of the Wind Wing Federation and some high-ranking government officials, and most of these high-ranking officials will bring some of their children when they come, the first is to let them have a long experience, after all, there will be some rare treasures in the super auction of Wanbao Pavilion once ten times. The second is to connect with these descendants, because whether they are in business or politics, personal connections are the most important thing, and this is the case on Earth, and this dimensional world is no exception, especially in the Wind Wing Federation, a country that is very similar to Earth's democracy.

Looking at Mo Mei impatiently dealing with the flies that came around, to be honest, Wang Feng was very puzzled in his heart, although Mo Mei was a little more gorgeous than Ling Yueyue, but Ling Yueyue was also three points more pure than Mo Mei, and the love shadow in front of her was far more than Ling Yueyue's suitors were several times more than Ling Yueyue.

Looking at the young men who kept smiling and walking up to Mo Mei to invite her to dance, Wang Feng honestly admired the courage of these people, but at the same time, he also made him a little strange, what was the attraction of this Mo Mei.

To be honest, Wang Feng didn't look like a chaperone, Ling Yueyue and Mo Mei sat in a circle of sofas under a jade pillar on the periphery of the main hall, Wang Feng sat on Ling Yueyue's side, and the cheeky Belt sat on the other side of Mo Mei, and the little crystal armor beast completely pounced on the fruit basket on the jade coffee table in front of him, obviously the little thing liked these fruits that Wang Feng couldn't name at all.