Dream elegant!

is like an elegant woman who has just come out of the secluded forest, and she is also the chief auctioneer of the Spirit Master Alliance, presiding over countless auctions, and every time she appears, she can win bursts of cheers and popularity.

And among the many warriors and fighters present, half of them came for this dream and wanted to see it.

As the name suggests, Mengyou Yaren is indeed elegant and dignified, his heart is as calm as water, he smiles, and his demeanor is myriad, especially the voice that is like the sound of heaven, many warriors and fighters listen to it, and the bones of the whole body are like being soft, and they enjoy it very much.

Every auction meeting, it is to take a look at Meng Youya's face alone, and listen to her voice, some warriors and fighters are willing, and they also feel that it is worth it!

On the seat, many warriors and fighters had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw the dream of Yaya's voice, the audience once again erupted in cheers and screams.

Even Gu Feng, who was in the box on the second floor, couldn't help but show an interesting smile on his face when he saw this scene, and sighed.

This woman is very good at grasping people's psychology, but one or two sentences provoked everyone's emotions, especially that voice, if you don't be this auctioneer, it's really a waste.

Feeling the enthusiasm of many martial artists, the smile on Meng Youya's face became stronger, and she also enjoyed this moment, and under the watchful eye, being appreciated by others made her feel a sense of achievement and pride.

This is also the pursuit of Dream Youya.

But at the same time, she is more sober that the reason why she has been able to get to this point today and achieve such an achievement has nothing to do with her appearance and voice, only one person.

Thinking like this, Meng Youya's face smiled brighter and brighter.

It's just that when her eyes inadvertently glanced at a position in front of the stage, especially when she saw a face that was no less than herself, her smile stiffened slightly, and she was even more surprised in her heart, "Who is this woman, she was born so beautiful, why have you never ?......seen it before?"

The position she looked at was naturally the Phoenix Fairy, Xia Yuxin.

And this thought flashed in Meng Youya's mind, after all, he was also a person who had experienced strong winds and waves, and soon regained his composure, his jade hand was gently raised, pressed forward, and laughed softly, "Since you are all ready, then this auction conference will officially open......

"Wait!"

A deep and deep voice came from outside the auction hall, sounded out of thin air in the hall, echoed, and the aftermath was endless, even some of the spiritualists in the box on the second floor could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, some of the warriors and fighters who reacted showed anger on their faces and looked back one after another.

They wanted to see who was so ignorant of the rules that they dared to interrupt the auction when it was about to take place.

Trembling! Trembling......

A screeching sound of something rubbing against the ground kept coming out, and then a burly and strong tall figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

It's just that the figure blocked the light, but it made many warriors unable to see the true face of the burly figure for a while, and they could only vaguely see that it was a young man with long red hair.

To everyone's shock, the red-haired young man's hands were firmly locked by a pitch-black iron chain as thick as an arm, and dragged behind him for a long time.

Obviously, the sound that this red-haired young man made when he walked over just now was the iron chain rubbing on the ground.

Behind the red-haired youth, he carried a huge broadsword, two heads taller than the red-haired youth.

On the shoulders of the red-haired young man, he carried a pair of crystal coffins, exuding a gloomy and cold aura, which diffused, making all the warriors feel terrified, as if they were being tightly watched by a fierce beast.

Unexpectedly, the people present, including the Golden-winged Bandit Group, the Evil Spirit Bandit Group, the Thousand Machine Pavilion and the Tiansha Sect who came out of the Desolate Zen Blood Pool, and even the people from the five major sects of Xiling Prison, did not know what the origin of this red-haired young man was, let alone why the red-haired young man came here.

The red-haired young man was chained with iron chains in his hands, carrying a crystal coffin on his shoulders, carrying a broadsword, and his upper body was half/naked, standing on the edge of the hall like that, and a calm and mountain-like aura emanated invisibly, as if there was a faint smell of blood, mixed with a trace of murderous intent, which made many warriors dare not look at him at all.

The red-haired young man also had a majestic posture, his cold eyes were full of electricity, he glanced at the audience expressionlessly, and finally his eyes fell on Meng Youya on the stone platform, his brows furrowed slightly, and he made a deep voice again, "Am I late?"

Everyone was stunned by the momentum of the red-haired youth, and the audience fell into a brief silence.

Even Gu Feng looked at the red-haired young man, and his heart was a little shocked.

"This man must have killed countless people!"

Gu Feng was secretly frightened.

From such a distance, Gu Feng could still feel the faint murderous intent emanating from the red-haired youth, and it was conceivable that the martial artists closest to him would definitely not be able to stand such a strong coercion and persecution.

And ordinary martial artists simply can't have such a fierce momentum.

Only those warriors who have been on the battlefield for a long time and have killed countless people can forge this body and that trace of killing power that emanates invisibly.

Sure enough, some of the martial artists closest to the red-haired youth, the moment the red-haired youth spoke, they couldn't bear the coercion in it, and their breathing began to be short, their faces turned red, and they felt like they were about to suffocate.

In the silence, without waiting for Meng Youya to wake up from the power that shocked the red-haired youth, there were two 'swish' sounds, and in front of the red-haired young man, two old figures appeared in vain.

One of the figures was Elder Chang whom Gu Feng knew, and he was often undaoed.

As for the other figure, it is the spiritualist who is responsible for guarding the auction conference, and Ji Youyi.

"So you're not dead. ”

Chang Wudao held his hands on his shoulders, looked at the red-haired young man for a moment, spoke slowly, and said word by word, "Don't cry Sword God ......"

Shocked!

That red-haired young man turned out to be the legendary sword god who doesn't cry, in the wind?

Sky!

More than 200 years ago, it was already famous in Xiling Prison, and it is rumored that the first-hand swordsmanship has also reached the point of being superb, and he really lives in this world?

I never expected that the Sword God who didn't cry would appear at this moment and come here, but he didn't know what was going on.

As for the legend of the sword god who does not cry, there are different opinions, and there is no consensus.

But the most common thing to hear is that the sword god once hugged his dead beloved wife, made an exception and wept, crying ghosts and gods, the wind and clouds changed color, and the whole person was exhausted overnight, stained with blood, and turned his black hair into a blood-red demon.

With the increasing improvement of the cultivation of the non-crying sword god, the swordsmanship has become more and more powerful, and the long red hair of the demon has gradually turned into the red color it is today.

No one knows why the beloved wife of the sword god who doesn't cry died.

I only know that two hundred years ago, the Sword God of No Crying fought a decisive battle with the Peak Sword Saint, fought for three days and three nights, and finally both disappeared in the 'Holy Spirit Mountain', one of the seven Jedi on the Fengluo Continent.

At this point, the sword god who does not cry has completely become a legend.

All the warriors and fighters present were shocked, the non-crying sword god who had already dominated the side two hundred years ago would reappear two hundred years later, what kind of terrifying realm would his strength reach?

Ji Youyi's face was withered and old, and his whole face seemed to be wrinkled together, looking very ugly, and he also stared at the red-haired young man, his brows furrowed, "Haven't you found it yet?"

"Nope. ”

Don't cry in the sword divine wind, his face was calm, he shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice.

Chang Wudao and Ji Youyi have obviously lived for more than two hundred years, otherwise how could they recognize the true identity of the red-haired young man at a glance.

And they also have some guesses in their hearts, more than two hundred years later, the Sword God who does not cry suddenly appeared and came directly to this auction conference, I am afraid there is only one purpose!

Resurrect your beloved wife!

"I heard that there is a 'resurrection fruit' here, so I came. ”

Then the sword god threw out a sentence again, carried the crystal coffin, and walked straight into the auction hall, and the iron chain behind him dragged to the ground, making a trembling loud noise.

Resurrection fruit?

Chang Wudao and Ji Youyi glanced at each other, and each sighed lightly, this non-crying sword god really came for his beloved wife who had been dead for more than two hundred years, and he didn't say more, 'Boom' twice, and disappeared out of thin air.

After a while, many warriors and fighters on the seat reacted one after another, and then glanced at the non-crying sword god standing at the back, and there was a pressure invisibly.

The non-crying sword god more than 200 years ago was born again, what kind of storm will it stir?

Many warriors are also secretly looking forward to it.

On the stone platform, in front of the square crystal pillar.

Just the first time she saw the red-haired young man, Meng Youya was shocked by the momentum, and she didn't react all the time, and a touch of blush rarely appeared on her pretty face, as hot as fire.

Hearing the identity of the red-haired young man again, it was the non-crying sword god who was famous in Xiling Prison two hundred years ago, Meng Youya's red lips opened slightly, and his face was stunned, and then his heart was like a deer, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

Meng Youya was even more puzzled.

Resurrection fruit?

What's the use of not crying the sword god to resurrect the fruit?

Seeing the crystal coffin on the shoulder of the Sword God who didn't cry, Meng Youya's phoenix eyes suddenly widened, and an incredible thought instantly appeared in her mind.

Don't you cry the sword god, do you want to resurrect his beloved wife who has been dead for more than 200 years?

Meng Youya looked at the gaze of the Sword God who didn't cry again, and immediately became extremely gentle, and that tall and burly figure instantly captured her heart that had been sealed for a long time and decided not to be emotionally attached to anyone anymore!

I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

But soon, Meng Youya woke up and understood that it was an auction at the moment, and no other emotions were allowed, so she hurriedly adjusted her body and mind, and smiled at the many seats, "Everyone, the auction has begun, now please take a look at this first treasure." ”

As she spoke, Meng Youya raised her hand and pressed it lightly towards the square crystal pillar in front of her.

Suddenly, the white light dispersed, radiating out in all directions, and an ancient stone sword, engraved with many wonderful and complex patterns, slowly rose from under the crystal pillar at the same time, suspended in the air.