Soul King Tomb!

Everyone was shocked and couldn't speak for a while. The Dark Pavilion, which was originally talking, suddenly fell into silence. After this brief silence, there was a buzzing sound that could almost lift the roof.

Leng Lan'er's words have been made very clear. The news about the Soul King's tomb has not been confirmed, but what does it matter? That is the Soul King's tomb, even if it is only one thousandth or one thousandth of the probability, the bidding reached its climax from the beginning.

The bidding in my ears was extremely fierce, and no price could last until a breathing time. As soon as the price was opened, it was suppressed by others. Wu Feng looked at all like an outsider, but Lin around him was anxious.

"Brother, the Soul King's Tomb, won't you try it?"

"Try it, sell you?"

In just one minute, the price has been raised to a thousand second-level late-stage beast pills. How could Wu Feng not have any interest in the Soul King's tomb? He is actually short of money.

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

Wu Feng glared at him angrily. When he laughed with Lin Da for a few words, the price increased from one thousand second-level late-stage beast pills to one thousand five hundred. At this time, the fierce bidding gradually slowed down, and some masters could only withdraw unwillingly due to limited financial resources.

"One thousand eight." Yang Mingtian raised his hand gently, and his plain voice made the Xiaoyao Sect Master who had just bid only to cast a look of dark hatred.

Wang Long no longer bids. His Taishan View is the domineering and domineering. In terms of financial resources, he is probably not as good as those second-rate forces. However, because Wu Feng had snatched the white dragon's reverse scale from Yang Mingtian's mouth before, there was no trace of loss on his face. On the contrary, he was proud, "You can't tell if you are playing swordsmanship. You can take out all 1,800 second-level late-stage beast pills. It's amazing, awesome. But you have to be careful, don't fly again when you're mouthed, haha!"

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

"A thousand eight hundred second-level late-stage beast pills, is there anyone bidding?" The auction was stalled, and Leng Lan'er swept the audience, "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 1,800,000, even 18,000 is worth it. However, 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. Wang Long subconsciously looked at Wu Feng's position. In response, Wu Feng shrugged and spread his hands, looking helpless.

At this moment, in the screen at the center, Bai Zhen slowly stood up and walked up the steps, watched the audience with a spring breeze, and finally fell on Yang Mingtian's somewhat nervous face.

"Everyone, the City Lord's Mansion is also very interested in the Soul King's Tomb. But for fairness, the City Lord's Mansion will not participate in the bidding. No matter who wins the auction, the City Lord's Mansion is willing to share half of the price. Of course, the news about the Soul King's Tomb is also shared. Brother Mingtian, do you have any opinions?"

Yang Mingtian stood up and smiled out on his stiff face. If Yang Zhen bids, he will not be able to continue to follow him. Even if he has money, he will not have the courage. Now is the best ending. "It is an honor for my Golden Sword Sect to share the Soul King's tomb with the city lord. How can I have opinions?"

Bai Zhenru nodded laughingly, stepped down the steps, Leng Lan'er politely gave it to him, picked up the wooden hammer and looked at everyone in the audience again.

"If no one bids, the news about the Soul King's Tomb will belong to the City Lord's Mansion and the Golden Sword Sect."

"Wait, a yellow-level top-grade soul skill!"

Just as the wooden hammer fell in Leng Lan'er's hand, a bidding sound finally sounded, and a buzzing sound in the dark pavilion suddenly started, and Wu Feng also looked at it according to the sound, which was the area where the Blood Master was located.

From the beginning of the auction to now, only two forces have not taken action. One is the City Lord's Mansion, and the second is the Blood Sect Master. Wu Feng looked at the middle-aged man in front of Dong Li and frowned slightly, "Did the Blood Sect Master know that the last auction was the Soul King's Tomb?"

"Bloody tears, the yellow-level top-grade soul skills are precious, but you want to suppress my price with just one book. Are you... not thinking about it?" Yang Mingtian turned sideways slightly, and undercurrents surged under his eyes.

"I don't think about it...three books!"

Wu Feng used a yellow-level top-grade soul skill to suppress Yang Mingtian’s bid for six hundred second-level late-stage beast pills. Now Xuexiu bid for three. Leng Lan'er put the wooden hammer aside, "The price is now three yellow-level top-grade soul skills!"

Ignoring Leng Lan'er's announcement, Yang Mingtian's eyes that had been surging undercurrents began to leak murderous aura, "Three books? Haha, blood cry, you really dare to speak. The Blood Master seems to have only the Blood Palm Print to reach this level, right?"

"I don't have to worry about this. Since I have bid for three books, my Blood Master will naturally be able to take it out." He withdrew his eyes that looked at Yang Mingtian, leaned his back against the chair, and looked at the high platform.

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

Yang Mingtian narrowed his eyes, shaved hard, then turned around, bit his teeth, and said, "Four books!"

"Five books!"

"Six books!"

......

There were only two sounds in the entire dark pavilion, one after another, and in the end, Yang Mingtian's eyes were blood-red, and they were terrifyingly ferocious.

"Ten books!" Yang Mingtian gritted his teeth and bid again, then looked around slightly and said in a deep voice: "Lei'er, did someone cross the line to my Jinjian Sect's territory yesterday to collect rent? You can take someone to check it. Once you find it, you can kill it directly, and there is no need to report it!"

"Yes!" Yang Lei clasped his fists and took the order, and walked straight out of the door with several cores.

"There are still people who dare to make ground on Tai Sui's head. Dong Li, you should take someone to help Yang Lei's virtuous nephew, be sure to check it." My heart trembled, and my bloody eyes shook fiercely. What happened to cross the line to collect rent? Yang Lei was afraid that he would go straight to his nest. After ordering Dong Li, he looked at Gaotai and bowed and said, "Young Pavilion Master, the Blood Sect will no longer follow the price."

Yang Mingtian sat on the chair with a cloudy face, without saying anything, only a cold snorkeling 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 flames at the moment. "I will be the master of Fengyue Pavilion. The news of the Soul King's tomb was won by the Golden Sword Sect. Ten yellow-level top-grade soul skills will naturally share half of the city lord's mansion. Brother Mingtian, what do you think?"

Yang Mingtian stood up, the blood on the whites of his eyes gradually faded, and he bowed and replied, "Thank you, the city lord!"

Wu Feng and You Xi looked at each other, then shook their heads secretly. They thought that Xue Chi was also a lord who was not afraid of power, but they didn't expect that they were just a paper tiger. In addition, Wu Feng actually felt a little sympathy for Bai Zhen. The former not only had to deal with the complicated things of our mansion, but also had to reconcile all forces in Luofeng City. This city lord is not easy.

"Since the city lord has given instructions, the news about the Soul King's tomb will come back..." Leng Lan'er raised the wooden hammer and said, however, just as everyone thought the hammer was about to fall, an extremely hoarse voice spread around the corner opposite Wu Feng.

"A mysterious low-level soul skill!"

Buzz!

Mysterious soul skill!

The whole audience was shocked!

The mallet was not yet gone and the auction did not stop. Leng Lan'er put the mallet down after a brief moment of stunned silence.

Bai Zhen's signature Confucian smile also paused a little. There are really people in Luofeng City who dare not give him face.

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

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

"I dare to ask which sect you are in Luofeng City?" Yang Mingtian asked with anger in his hands. How can anyone who can use the mysterious soul skills be simple?

"The people in the countryside have not entered the sect." The hoarse voice broke out again.

"The mysterious soul skill is not a rotten melon, can you really take it out?" Feeling the popularity of the hat, Yang Mingtian's eyes condensed slightly.

Smiling without saying a word, the man in the hat touched his arms. When his palm spread out, he slowly injected his soul power into a piece of uncensored jade on his palm. The next second, a light like a cloud suddenly spread out, even the man in the hat was shrouded in. This aura was all the mysterious soul skills.

From the surprise of hearing the mysterious soul skill to the shock of seeing Weishi, everyone's throats seemed to be locked. Except for the sound of amazement, only the straight look could reflect the thousands of things in their hearts.

"Is this a mysterious soul skill?" Wu Feng also stared at the same time, but while shocked, a question arose, "Why do people with mysterious soul skills only have the breath of a soul master? Did it do it on purpose?"

Wu Feng can see something strange. How can all the heroes in Luofeng City not know? However, they have been living in the world for many years and are more careful than anyone else, or they are suspicious. Yang Mingtian's performance is a good proof. His frown was stretched out for a moment, and he put down his clenched fists for a moment, bowed and said, "Since that's the case, the Golden Sword Sect will no longer bid!"

Bai Zhen looked sideways at the platform, where Leng Lan'er shook her head slightly, feeling a little 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 other two get in, but now a man with a hat appeared at the last moment.

Seeing Leng Lan'er shaking her head, Bai Zhen frowned slightly, walked towards the corner step by step, came to the man in front of the hat, and gently arched his hands, "Where is the whereabouts of Bai Zhen, the lord of Fengcheng City, have you not yet asked me?"

The Lord of the City stood in front of him, and the man in the hat was still leaning loosely on the back of the chair, "It's better not to mention the people in the mountains and fields."

"Since you don't want to show off, I don't force it. It's just how to share this mysterious soul skill, please tell me a charter." Bai Zhen smiled familiar with Confucianism and said.

He slowly stood up, stretched his waist, and the man in the hat flicked his fingers, and the uncensored jade containing the mysterious low-grade soul skills flew into Leng Lan'er's hand: "Little girl, how do you trade news?"

Feeling the vigorous breath in his palm, Leng Lan'er smiled slightly, saluted respectfully, and then changed out the maid, "You are going to the VIP room to rest for a while, and someone will be there to connect."

He put Bai Zhenliang on the side, the man in the hat nodded, then stood up and left.

A murderous aura flashed in his eyes. Looking at the back that was about to turn the threshold, Bai Zhen clenched his palms tightly, but quickly let go.
Chapter completed!