Tomb of the Soul King!

Everyone was speechless for a while, and the dark pavilion that had been talking about it fell silent in an instant, and after this brief silence was a hum that could almost lift the roof open.

Leng Lan'er's words have been said very clearly, the news about the tomb of the Soul King has not been confirmed, but what does it matter? It is the tomb of the Soul King, even if there is only a 1 in 1,000 or 1 in 10,000 probability that it cannot be missed, and the bidding has entered a climax from the beginning.

The bidding in his ears was extremely fierce, none of the prices could last until a respite, and they were all pressed by others as soon as the price was opened, Wu Feng was like an outsider watching all this, but Lin Da beside him was anxious.

"Little brother, the Soul King's Tomb, don't you try?"

"Try a fart, sold you?"

In just one minute, the price had already been raised to a thousand second-order late-stage beast pills, how could Wu Feng not be interested in the Soul King's tomb, he was really shy in his pocket.

"Hehe, sell me, I'm confident that I can pay for a meal. ”

Wu Feng glared angrily, and when he laughed with Lin Da for a few words, the price rose from one thousand second-order late-stage beast pills to one thousand fifteen hundred, and at this time, the fierce bidding also slowly subsided, and some masters could only withdraw unwillingly because of their limited financial resources.

"One thousand eight. Yang Mingtian raised his hand gently, and his flat voice made the master of the Xiaoyao Gate who had just bid only cast a look of hatred.

Wang Lung has long ceased to bid, his Taishan view is the first in terms of domineering, and in terms of financial resources, he is only afraid that it is not as good as those second-rate forces, but because Wu Feng snatched the reverse scales of the albino Jiao from Yang Mingtian's mouth before, he could not see a trace of loss on his face, on the contrary, he was triumphant, "Those who play with swords, I can't see it, I can take out 1,800 second-order late-stage beast pills, powerful, powerful." But you have to be careful, don't fly the duck again, haha!"

Yang Mingtian was unmoved, but his eyes still trembled slightly.

"One thousand eighteen hundred, second-order late-stage beast pills, is there anyone else bidding?" the auction came to a standstill, and Leng Lan'er swept across the room, "This news is about the Soul King's tomb." ”

Although the news is not true, it is related to the tomb of the Soul King, not to mention one thousand eight, even ten thousand eight is worth it, but Leng Lan'er's words failed to ignite the passion in everyone's hearts again.

Yang Mingtian's bid had been maintained for more than ten seconds, and Wang Lung subconsciously looked at the direction where Wu Feng was, and in this regard, Wu Feng shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, looking powerless.

At this moment, in the screen in the center, Bai Zhen slowly got up and walked to the top of the steps, looked at the audience with a spring breeze, and finally landed on Yang Mingtian's somewhat nervous face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the City Lord's Mansion is also very interested in the Soul King's tomb. But for the sake of fairness, the City Lord's Mansion does not participate in the bidding, no matter who wins the auction in the end, the City Lord's Mansion is willing to share half of the price, and of course, the news of the Soul King's tomb is also shared. Brother Mingtian, do you have any opinions?"

Yang Mingtian stood up, a smile squeezed out of his stiff face, if Yang Zhen made a bid, he would really not be able to continue to follow, even if he had money, he didn't have the guts, now is the best ending, "It is the honor of my Golden Sword Sect to be able to share the tomb of the Soul King with the city lord, how can I say it?"

Bai Zhenru smiled and nodded, stepped down the steps, Leng Lan'er sent it off, picked up the gavel and looked at everyone in the audience again.

"If no one bids, then the news of the Soul King's tomb will go to the City Lord's Mansion and the Golden Sword Sect. ”

"Wait, a yellow-level high-grade soul technique!"

Just as the wooden mallet in Leng Lan'er's hand fell, finally, a bidding sound sounded, and the buzzing in the dark pavilion suddenly started, and Wu Feng also followed the sound to see that it was the area where the blood master was located.

From the beginning of the auction to the present, there are only two forces that have not made a move, one is the City Lord's Mansion, and the second is the Blood Lord, Wu Feng looked at the middle-aged man in front of Dong Li, frowning slightly, "Could it be that the Blood Boss has long known that the last auction is the news of the Soul King's tomb?"

"Blood weeping, the yellow-level high-grade soul skill is precious, but you want to suppress my price with just one copy, are you ...... Haven't you thought about it?" Yang Mingtian leaned sideways slightly, and there was an undercurrent surging under his eyes.

"It's me who owes it to you...... Three copies!"

Wu Feng used a yellow-level top-grade soul technique to suppress Yang Mingtian's bid of 600 second-order late-stage beast pills, and now the blood weep bid for three copies is just right. Leng Lan'er put the mallet aside, "The current price is three yellow-level top-grade soul skills!"

Ignoring Leng Lan'er's announcement, Yang Mingtian's previously undercurrent eyes began to leak out murderous aura, "Sanben? hehe, blood weeping, you really dare to speak, it seems that only the blood palm seal can reach this grade, right?"

"I don't bother you to worry about it, since you bid for three copies, my blood head will naturally be able to get it. Retracting his gaze from Yang Mingtian, Blood Weeping leaned his back on the chair and looked at the high platform.

"Will the Golden Sword Sect continue to follow the price?" Leng Lan'er asked.

Yang Mingtian narrowed his eyes, slashed at the blood and wept fiercely, turned around, gritted his teeth, and said, "Siben!"

"Five!"

"Six!"

......

There were only two voices in the entire dark pavilion, one after another, and in the end, Yang Mingtian's eyes were blood-red, hideous and terrifying.

"Ten copies!" Yang Mingtian gritted his teeth again to bid, then looked sideways slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Lei'er, did someone cross the line to my Golden Sword Sect's territory to collect rent yesterday?

"Yes!" Yang Lei clenched his fists and walked straight to the door with a few cores.

"There are still people who dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, Dong Li, you take someone to help Yang Leixian's nephew, be sure to find out. His heart trembled, and his bloody eyes trembled fiercely, what crossed the line to collect rent, Yang Lei went, he was afraid that he would go straight to his lair, and after instructing Dong Li, he looked at the high platform and said: "Young Pavilion Master, the blood master will no longer follow the price." ”

Yang Mingtian sat on the chair with a gloomy face, without any words, only a cold snort from the corner of his mouth.

"Nephew Lei Er, Elder Dong Li, you all come back. Bai Zhen's voice sounded again, pouring a basin of cold water on the invisible flame under his eyes, "I will be the master of Fengyue Pavilion, the news of this soul king's tomb was won by the Golden Sword Sect, ten yellow-level high-grade soul skills, and the City Lord's Mansion will naturally share half of it, Brother Mingtian, what do you think?"

Yang Mingtian got up, the blood on the whites of his eyes gradually faded, and he replied, "Thank you City Lord!"

Wu Feng and You Xi glanced at each other, and then shook their heads secretly, they thought that Blood Weeping was also a master who was not afraid of being strong, but he didn't expect it to be just a paper tiger, in addition, for Bai Zhen, Wu Feng actually had a trace of sympathy, the former not only had to deal with the complicated things of the mansion, but also reconciled the forces of all parties in the entire Luofeng City, the lord of this city was not easy.

"Since the city lord has orders, the news of this Soul King's tomb will be returned to ......," Leng Lan'er raised the gavel and said, however, just when everyone thought that the gavel was about to fall, an extremely hoarse voice spread around the corner opposite Wu Feng.

"A Xuan-level Inferior Soul Technique!"

Airplanes!

Xuan-level soul skill!

The audience was shocked!

The gavel did not fall, the auction did not stop, Leng Lan'er put down the gavel after a short stunned moment.

Bai Zhen's signature Confucian smile also paused slightly, there are really people in Luofeng City who dare not to give themselves face.

Wu Feng looked at Lin Da, who stared sideways for a long time and shook his head.

Yang Mingtian stood up suddenly, turned around suddenly, and stubbornly resisted the slightly dim corner, where a figure wearing a hat veil was sitting alone.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency which sect of Luofeng City you are?" Yang Mingtian held back his anger and asked, how could someone who could take out a Xuan-level soul technique be simple?

"People from the countryside are not beginners. The hoarse voice rose again.

"Xuan-level soul technique is not a rotten melon and a deflated date, should Your Excellency really take it out?" Feeling that the hat was calm, the corners of Yang Mingtian's eyes condensed slightly.

Laughing without saying a word, the hat-man touched into his arms, and when the palm of his hand was spread, the soul power was slowly injected into a piece of jade on the palm, and in the next second, the cloud-like light suddenly diffused, even the hat-man was shrouded, and this breath was all the Xuan-level soul skills.

From the surprise of hearing the Xuan-level soul technique, to the shock of seeing is believing, everyone's throats seemed to be locked, and they couldn't make any sound except for exclamation, only the straight eyes could reflect the thousands of hearts in their hearts.

"Is this a Xuan-level soul skill?" Wu Feng was also stunned, but at the same time as he was shocked, a question appeared, "Why do people with Xuan-level soul skills only have the breath of a soul master?"

Wu Feng can find something strange, all of them here are the heroes of Luofeng City, how can they not know? However, they have been wandering around the rivers and lakes for many years, they are more careful than anyone else, or they are suspicious and serious, Yang Mingtian's performance is a good proof, the tightly knit brows stretched out after a while, and the clenched fist was also lowered after a while, and he arched his hand and said: "In this case, the Golden Sword Sect will no longer bid!"

Bai Zhen looked sideways at the high platform, there, Leng Lan'er shook her head slightly, slightly embarrassed, this secret auction was hosted by Fengyue Pavilion, and all the participants received a secret invitation from Fengyue Pavilion, however, not only did Wu Feng and the four of them get involved, but now at the last moment, he killed a hat.

Seeing Leng Lan'er shaking his head, Bai Zhen frowned slightly, walked towards the corner step by step, and after coming to the hat man, his hands arched slightly, "Bai Zhen, the lord of the falling Fengcheng City, has not consulted Your Excellency yet?"

The lord of a city stood in front of him, and the man with a hat was still leaning loosely on the back of his chair, "People of the mountains and wilderness, don't mention it." ”

"Since Your Excellency does not want to show the dew, then I will not force it. It's just that how to apportionment this Xuan-level soul technique, please also ask Your Excellency to say a charter. Bai Zhen hung up a familiar Confucian smile and said.

Slowly got up, stretched his waist, and with a flick of his fingers, the Puyu containing the Xuan-level lower-grade soul skill flew into Leng Lan'er's hand: "Little girl, how do you trade news?"

Feeling the vigorous breath in the palm of her hand, Leng Lan'er smiled slightly, saluted respectfully, and then changed out the maidservant, "Your Excellency will go to the VIP room with the servant to rest for a while, and someone will go to dock." ”

Putting Bai Zhen aside, the hat man nodded, and then got up to leave.

A murderous aura flashed in his smiling eyes, looking at the back that was about to turn the threshold, Bai Zhen's palms clenched violently, but he quickly let go.

"The little five-star soul general is not qualified to share the soul king's tomb with the old man. ”