As the blood qi was absorbed by the blade, the dark red lines suddenly lit up, and the short knife began to tremble continuously, making a vibrating buzzing sound.

"This knife is really spiritual, this is a recognition of you." Hollow stared at the short knife with envy and said.

"What's next?" Dowling gripped the hilt of his sword hard, and his entire arm trembled.

"Give him a name."

Dowling looked at the short knife that was trembling in his hand, as if he was excited that he was about to be named.

"This pattern is like a churning mist, and this mist has become blood red due to drinking blood, so I will teach you blood mist in the future." Dowling thought for a moment and spoke.

As soon as Dao Lin's voice fell, the blood mist trembled violently again, and a sharp sound of gold and iron sounded, as if it was an endorsement of the new name.

"Do you like the name?" Dowling asked as he stroked the blade of the dagger as if he were his own child.

The dagger trembled slightly as if it understood.

"Alright, let's go back too, or they won't find us when they come out of the auction house." Dowling said as he retracted the blood mist into the storage ring.

Quitting Alcohol and Hollow nodded, and followed Dowling in the direction he had come.

The auction hall was already chaotic at this time, and the originally orderly venue became a little chaotic because of the intrusion of a group of warriors, but fortunately, the hosts had experience and courage, and after some blocking, the scene was stabilized.

The organizers of the auction rushed over in a rage, and some people made trouble at the venue, and they couldn't sit idly by for the sake of their reputation.

"Young Master Wang, do you know what you're doing?" The organizer of the venue was a middle-aged man, and he stared at Wang Ziyun with cold eyes and shouted.

"I'm looking for an enemy, don't meddle with it." Wang Ziyun rubbed the corners of his eyes and replied.

"I don't care if you find an enemy, but if you make trouble in the auction house, I have to take care of it, and your personal grievances will be resolved after the auction is over, now, please leave quickly with your people." The middle-aged man said in an unkind tone.

"You are a little steward, you dare to talk to me like this, you don't want to mess around in the Emerald City, do you?" Wang Ziyun directly raised his hand and pushed it on the middle-aged man's chest, but he didn't push the other party in the slightest, but he was shocked and took two steps back.

"Young Master Wang, I advise you not to make mistakes, I will give you the face of the Wang family, I don't care about you this time, if you don't know what to do, I don't mind letting Wang Tiancheng have another son, and you can die with peace of mind." The middle-aged man dusted his chest and shirt with the back of his hand and said.

"You!" Wang Ziyun angrily pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't know what to do, I'm going to do it." As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, four people suddenly appeared around, surrounding Wang Ziyun and his group in the middle.

"Young master, this person's strength is extraordinary, we are not an opponent, we heroes don't suffer immediate losses, let's withdraw first." One of the warriors of the Wang family leaned into Wang Ziyun's ear and whispered.

Wang Ziyun is not a fool, so he naturally saw that these people were not simple, nodded through gritted teeth, and left with his subordinates with a wave of his hand.

"Hmph, what's the matter, relying on your father's stupid son, sooner or later, the Wang family will be dragged down by you one day." The middle-aged man snorted coldly and muttered.

If Dowling had been at the scene at this time, he would definitely have been able to hear that he had seen this middle-aged man a few days ago, but at that time he was wearing a black cloak and a black hood.

Dowling happened to pass by Wang Ziyun again.

The back of Wang Ziyun's embarrassed departure was clearly seen by Daolin, and he was still amused by quitting drinking at that time, saying that the group of people seemed to be the prince he had met before, and he was still so embarrassed.

If Wang Ziyun knew that he was so evaluated by Daolin, it is estimated that he would definitely be so angry that he exploded at the beginning.

The three of Dowling didn't go back to the first auction house, but walked around to the second auction house, they didn't have anything to buy, and instead of returning to the first auction house, it was better to see what everyone else bought.

In the second auction room, Dowling found Qin An in the crowd, Qin An was bidding with someone at this time, and the bidding was the calligraphy and painting that Qin An said.

"I'll give you three thousand three hundred taels!" Qin An gritted his teeth and raised his hand and shouted.

"This gentleman bid three thousand three hundred taels, has there been any continued price increase?" On the high stage, the host is a friendly young man, who looks to be around thirty years old, and his gestures make people feel very elegant.

"Three thousand five hundred taels." A pot-bellied wealthy businessman glanced at Qin An, raised his hand lightly and raised the price again.

"This bastard!" Qin An's eyes were about to burst into flames.

"What's wrong? For a calligraphy painting on such a fire? Dowling patted Qin An's shoulder and asked.

"You came just in time, if you have any money in your pocket, lend me first." Qin An's eyes suddenly lit up as soon as he saw Dao Lin and the three of them coming.

"You've run out of money?" Dowling asked with a slight startle.

"I've bought a few calligraphy and paintings, but I'm still missing the last one, and I've been bidding with me when I hit a stubble." Qin An was so angry that he began to tremble.

"What is so fascinating about calligraphy and painting?" Dowling asked puzzled.

"This calligraphy and painting is mainly words, very simple spring, summer, autumn and winter pictures, each picture has the words of the season, Mo Shishi and I can understand the artistic conception from this, so it is very important to us." Qin An explained.

"Then if it's useful, buy it, just shout the price, and I'll support you with quitting alcohol." Dowling patted Qin An's shoulder and said.

"That fat man deliberately did things, and he could have won "Spring", "Summer", "Autumn" and "Winter" for a total of 4,000 taels, but the fat man forcibly raised the price to 4,000 taels for one piece." Qin An gritted his teeth and said.

"What's even more infuriating is that these four paintings are originally a set of works, and it is too much for the auction house to sell them separately."

Dowling was indeed very angry when he saw that Qin An, especially when he heard that a set of calligraphy and paintings was auctioned in four parts. In addition, there is also a person who made trouble, so that the original price of about 4,000 calligraphy and painting was forcibly mentioned 12,000 taels, which is really too dark.

"Three thousand five hundred taels for the second time!" At this moment, the host on the stage began to shout.

"Three thousand six hundred taels!" Dowling raised his hand lightly and shouted.

"Three thousand six hundred taels, this gentleman bid three thousand six hundred taels, and there is no higher price." The moderator asked with a slight smile.

In fact, everyone in the second auction hall knows that this is the routine of the auction house, and the fat man who has been bidding must be their own person, but there is no evidence, and everyone is not easy to say.

"I'll give you three thousand nine hundred taels!" The pot-bellied fat man laughed and raised the price.

Qin An slapped his thigh, and just wanted to quote again but was stopped by Dowling.

"Let's not want it, let him buy this last calligraphy and painting for 3,000." Dowling said with a smile.