"Fuck you, where did this idiot come from?" Mo Wuxie had seen arrogant people, but never such a shameless one. His voice penetrated the VIP room and echoed in the hall.
The young man immediately turned around, held the sword in his hand, and shouted: "You have insulted me. My name is Feng Xing. I have come to tell you your name. Now I want to duel with you!"
Just as Mo Wuxie was about to stick his head out, the third prince pulled him and said worriedly: "Brother, you are reckless. This Fengxing is the young master of Fengyue Castle. It doesn't matter if you offend him. The key is that the forces behind him are too strong. Isn't this right?"
Sensible!"
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said, "Damn it, if he dares to catch Ruo Ling's attention, I'll kill him!"
The third prince was still worried, so he pulled him and said, "I will settle this matter!"
Mo Wuxie pushed his hand away and said, "I'm grateful for the favor, but I have to deal with this guy. His surname is Feng, right?"
Suddenly, Mo Wuxie thought of the last incident at the Fengshen Mausoleum. Didn't the Emperor Wu who he killed also have a surname of Feng, and came from the same place. It seemed that this feud had been forged at the beginning, and he was not afraid of it coming to light now.
He shouted: "Hey, that Fengxing one, my name is Mo Wuxie, and I am a well-known dandy in the imperial capital. If you are not afraid of being laughed at, I will agree to your request for a duel!"
Ruo Ling's face was full of anxiety. She could no longer interfere when things had developed to this point.
"Stop talking nonsense and report your level!"
Mo Wuxie also came to the auction stage and said, "I am recognized throughout the country as a waste of martial arts training!"
Suddenly, Feng Xing seemed to have thought of something. He laughed happily, pointed at Mo Wuxie and said, "Are you that trash? Haha... I laughed to death!"
Mo Wuxie didn't pay attention to his ridicule at all, and after a while he said, "Have you laughed enough? If so, we can have a duel!"
Feng Xing seemed to be even more shameless than Mo Wuxie, and he didn't care about the martial arts rules, saying: "I will help you!"
choke!
Feng Xing drew his sword and pointed it at Mo Wuxie. In an instant, green light rose up from Feng Xing's body, and a powerful force burst out. It turned out to be the Martial Emperor!
"No, cousin!" The second prince came to the hall at some unknown time.
"Cousin, how do you protect this good-for-nothing?" Feng Xing looked at the second prince in confusion.
The second prince shouted: "This is the Wanbao Pavilion Auction House, look around!"
At this time, Feng Xing looked around and saw that a large number of guards had poured in from all around. Many of them were equipped with powerful crossbows, so Feng Xing was naturally aiming at them.
As long as Feng Xing behaves inappropriately again, they will definitely release their crossbows.
"They're just a few losers, what are you afraid of!"
Feng Xing looked around with disdain.
"Waste material?" A figure suddenly appeared in the auction hall, it was none other than Qu Tong.
Qu Tong stared at Feng Xing coldly, waved his broad sleeves, and a little blue light floated out.
Feng Xingah screamed, retreated, fell to the ground, and spit out blood.
"A mere Martial Emperor dares to cause trouble in my Wanbao Pavilion. Now I give you a chance to apologize to Ruoling immediately, otherwise, you will die!" Qu Tong looked at Feng Xing coldly!
I have seen it horizontal, but I have never seen anything more horizontal.
It is no exaggeration to describe Fengxing at this time.
Feng Xing was oppressed by the Qu Tong Qi Machine, beads of sweat broke out on his face, and his back was already soaked.
"I think let's forget it!" Ruoling smoothed things over.
Qu Tong didn't speak, just looked at Feng Xing coldly.
Feng Xing couldn't resist Qu Tong's energy, and his breathing was violent and rapid. With the support of the second prince, he came to Ruo Ling and apologized.
After apologizing, Qu Tong also disappeared into the venue, and the auction process continued.
Of course, everyone just regarded this as an episode, but for some people, the seeds of hatred have already been planted.
"Five million!" Mo Wuxie said calmly and revealed an astonishing price!
Feng Xing was afraid of Qu Tong, but that didn't mean he was afraid of Mo Wuxie. His anger was burning in his heart. If it ignited spontaneously, he would have become a burning person.
"Six million taels!"
Mo Wuxie could tell that this guy was not only determined to win, but also wanted to compete with him.
"Ten million taels!" Mo Wuxie didn't buy it at all. It seemed like it was just a casual quote.
The second prince looked at Mo Wuxie, his eyes kept rolling, and suddenly said: "Mo Wuxie, you have to think clearly, do you have 10 million silver?"
Mo Wuxie shrugged and said nonchalantly: "At worst, it's a waste of money, but our Duke's Palace is still worth 10 million anyway!"
"Puch!"
Ruo Ling was amused by Mo Wuxie!
"Young master talks so funny!"
Mo Wuxie said without hesitation: "I don't care anyway, who calls me a super playboy in the capital!"
The clouds on Feng Xing's face kept changing, and finally he stopped talking, but his eyes were killing Mo Wuxie!
To be honest, ten million taels of silver is a sky-high price. Even though he is the young master of Fengyue Castle, he cannot be the master. What's more, he is competing with a playboy. If word spreads, he will be laughed to death!
Mo Wuxie looked at Ruo Ling and said, "Miss Ruo Ling, since no one is bidding, are you going to lose the hammer?"
Ruoling quickly knocked the hammer three times, announcing that Mo Wuxie was qualified to purchase the Ningbi Sword.
Next, there are three mysterious objects that have failed to be auctioned.
However, this time it was not unsold, but was actually taken away by some mysterious people.
For these people, Mo Wuxie could naturally guess that they were all members of big families, and ordinary people could not afford them because each item cost tens of millions.
When Mo Wuxie returned to the VIP room, the third prince gave him a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you are such a strange person, I admire you very much!"
Mo Wuxie waved his hand and said, "Your Highness, we are all on our own, so you don't need to flatter me!"
The third prince said: "You have to be careful, my second brother is not the one who suffers the consequences!"
Mo Wuxie nodded and said, "I'm not the one who suffers!"
The third prince was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
After the auction was over, Mo Wuxie took away the Ningbi Sword and the banknotes. Naturally, Ruo Ling went to the Duke's Mansion to withdraw the money in person, because all the money was with Qinghe.
He couldn't put down this sword, and it held just the right weight in his hand, so it would be no problem to unleash the power of the Waning Moon Sword Technique.
Mo Wuxie drew out his own sword, and then drew out the Ningbi Sword. The two swords slashed at each other. The ordinary sword broke in response, but the Ningbi Sword remained unscathed!
"What a great sword!"
As soon as Mo Wuxie returned to the Duke's Mansion, he mounted the Dulong Horse and went out again!
Go straight to Miao Xiong's house.
Miao Xiong naturally welcomed him happily.
"Brother Miao, I want you to do something!" Mo Wuxie got straight to the point.
Seeing his serious expression, Miao Xiong knew he was not joking and said, "Brother Mo, please tell me, I will definitely handle it!"
Mo Wuxie said: "I want you to reveal a piece of information to Situ Zhe, intentionally or unintentionally, that his batch of medicinal materials was taken by the third prince!"
Miao Xiong suddenly thought about it, and it seemed that this guy was not very stupid. He knew that there might be major changes behind this matter, and if he didn't manage his head well, he might be in danger!
Mo Wuxie knew his worries and said, "This matter must be revealed unintentionally. Don't worry, no one dares to trouble you, it's all up to me!"
After hearing Mo Wuxie's assurance, Miao Xiong nodded with determination.
In this way, Mo Wuxie returned home happily. Under his instigation, a conspiracy was quietly approaching.
As a result, the imperial capital, which was originally turbulent, was about to become incandescent.
Of course, who is the winner has the right to speak. At least, no matter what, Mo Wuxie will not be the loser, because everything has nothing to do with him, and the fight is only for the interests of the princes.