Everyone felt that they could be lucky enough to see the master duel, and they didn't notice at all that at the foot of Suzaku Mountain not far away, there was a group of super powerful Demon Realm disciples who were staring at them with cold eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, a disciple's shout suddenly came from the front.

"There are no aura fluctuations ahead, so I guess I have to walk on the ground. ”

Hearing this, all the monks were also shocked and stopped.

After a long time of confusion, but there was no way to continue flying, the heads of various sects led their disciples to the ground one after another, and walked briskly towards the entrance of Vermilion Bird Mountain.

An old man with a fairy wind and a bone had just walked to the foot of the mountain with a group of people when he was stopped by the demon realm monks patrolling and standing guard.

"Stop, today's auction will have a limited number of people, and each sect can bring in a maximum of ten people. ”

Behind the old man, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed out, and said menacingly: "Presumptuous, you dare to speak disrespectfully to our master!"

"What about the master, which sect?" the red-haired demon cultivator raised his eyebrows, a look of disdain.

The middle-aged man snorted lightly and said in a loud voice, "Huayin Sect." ”

Fortunately, a small sect had already followed, and its head heard the middle-aged man's words, and his face suddenly changed slightly, revealing a look of awe.

The expression of the demon cultivator who had just asked was slightly softened, but it was not much of a contrast with just now, and he said in a flat tone: "No matter what sect it is, you can bring in up to ten people today, you can choose for yourself." ”

The white-haired old man's face was gloomy, and his fingers moved slightly, and it was at this time that he found that at the foot of the mountain, there was no spiritual power fluctuation, frowned, and he said in a deep voice: "The ten people who cultivate for the highest will stay, and the other disciples will go back first." ”

Of the disciples behind him, ten of them had relaxed faces on their faces, and the remaining dozen or so disciples left with a disappointed face.

"It's a disappointment to be on the road for so long. ”

"Forget it, you don't have to think too much, the area of Suzaku Mountain is limited, I thought it was unrealistic for everyone to enter if they wanted, if there is really a limit to the number of people, it is good to prevent a riot. ”

"What kind of riot can happen, the two sect masters of the Ghost Sect, after they really go up the mountain, they can't use spells, right? Besides, at the foot of the mountain, they can't use spells, so I don't believe that anyone can cause any riots during the auction. ”

"It's nonsense to say more, alas, let's go. ”

There are many sects behind him, but basically some disciples will be dismissed, otherwise they will not be able to go up the mountain.

Vermilion Bird Mountain is not very high, but because they can't use spells, these monks who usually rely on spirit runes to fly are naturally a little unbearable.

When I climbed to the top of the mountain, I was sweating profusely and panting from exhaustion.

"Damn, I haven't experienced what it's like to be a mortal for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that now for a broken fruit that I don't know how to use, I will become this virtue, damn!" A burly middle-aged man wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and cursed in his mouth.

Another middle-aged man who was walking with him patted him on the shoulder, breathlessly said, "Don't ...... Don't be rude at the beginning, so many things that everyone thinks of must be useful, you see the old man next to him, it's even harder than you. ”

The man glared at him and said angrily: "Then there's no need to put the auction in this kind of hellish place, damn it, I'm tired of Lao Tzu." ”

"Dude, no one is forcing you, right?" the other young man sighed, and his hand slipped off the man's shoulder.

The man spat on the ground and turned away from him.

One after another, one sect after another, just when everyone was talking, the two heads of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Xuan Chuan and Xuan Mu, slowly walked up from the bottom of the mountain.

From the expressions of enjoyment on their faces, it can be seen that it is because they have often walked on this road.

Xuanchuan took a breath and said with a smile: "How does it feel like to climb a mountain? You shouldn't have felt it for hundreds of years, right?"

"Xuanchuan Daoyou is really unique, isn't it just a fruit, and you need to put it in a ghost place like Suzaku Mountain?"

Hearing this, Xuanchuan showed a trace of surprise in his eyes, and looked in the direction where the voice came from, he frowned slightly, it was an old man in a black robe, and it could be guessed from the strange patterns on his uniform that it should be Situ Jin, the leader of the Seven Star Sect.

Although the Seven Star Sect belongs to the sect of cultivation, it is called the Demon Sect by the cultivation world because it teaches a kind of poisonous method, and the meaning is also concise and clear, and it is the sect closest to the demon world.

Moreover, Situ Jin's cultivation has also reached the stage of transforming into a god, so compared to these two Demon Realm cultivators, the gap is not very large, so it is not rude to speak in this tone.

Xuan Mu on the side raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Haven't you heard about it, Situ Daoyou? Today's auction, but there will be special chips." ”

Situ Jin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he didn't say much, he smiled back politely, and walked slowly towards the place where the Seven Star Sect was located with his hands behind his back.

After he left, Xuan Mu's face became cold, and he summoned a red-haired demon cultivator next to him and asked in a low voice, "How many people from the Seven Star Sect came today?"

The demon cultivator groaned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Six people are here." ”

"Six people...... Xuan Mu narrowed his eyes, and his voice gradually became colder: "Are you sure you are not wrong?"

"Not really. Demon Xiu hurriedly agreed.

Xuanchuan motioned for the demon cultivator disciple to leave, stepped forward, and said to Xuan Mu, "Big brother, what are you worried about?"

Xuan Mu frowned, shook his head and said, "I have a bad premonition, I always feel that something will happen today." ”

"You've thought too much. Genchuan gently patted him on the shoulder.

"I hope so. Xuan Mu nodded, walked to the high platform where the auction was held, and looked down at the entrance of the mountain, his eyes flickering.

One sect after another arrived, but they never saw the shadow of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and as time passed, Xuan Mu's face became more and more cloudy.

Originally, half a month ago, he had fallen in love with the Poison Flame Sect's ghost Ten Thousand Bone Banners, but Lan Feng suddenly said that he could catch the corpse spirit, which gave him hope. This auction, to put it bluntly, was held for that thing, if Lan Feng didn't come over, wouldn't it be obvious that he would be embarrassed?

If this is the case, he will definitely fulfill his promise that day, so that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will never recover.

"Senior Xuan, will the auction start or not? There is a miasma here, and I can't stand it anymore. ”

Xuan Mu's face sank, and he said, "If you don't feel comfortable, get out, what's the nonsense?"

The monk's face turned pale as he spoke, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

Situ Jin looked more casual, his eyes were slightly closed, he should be closing his eyes to recuperate.

Just when the monks were a little impatient, several unhurried figures suddenly appeared on the mountain road not far away.