The middle-aged guard stared at Lin Hai and Ye Feng with an aloof expression and said disdainfully: "Today's Haitian auction is specially prepared for the big shots from many big forces. You people from small families should not go in."
When Lin Hai heard this, his face immediately turned ugly, but he did not dare to get angry. He just said with a smile: "Sir, we are really in a hurry when we come to the Haitian Auction this time. Our young master wants to buy some..."
"roll!"
Snapped!
With a cold shout of disdain, the middle-aged guard slapped Lin Hai directly in the face.
"ah!"
Lin Hai screamed, and his whole face was slapped with a blood-red slap mark.
He fell directly to the ground, feeling a little dizzy.
The middle-aged guard looked at Lin Hai and Ye Feng like a dog, and said: "Get out of here, don't bother me here, who do you really think you are?"
"What?"
Ye Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold at this moment.
Just now, the middle-aged guard slapped Lin Hai unexpectedly on the face, but he didn't even react.
Ye Feng helped Lin Hai up from the ground, and his face suddenly darkened.
Outside the sect, everyone looks at others with cold eyes and respects strength. The rules of survival in the jungle have been evolved to the extreme.
Weak people, in the eyes of the strong, really don't have any dignity. They are just like stepping on an ant, trampling and ravaging them to their heart's content.
"Baby, what are you looking at? Do you want to be slapped too?"
The middle-aged guard saw Ye Feng's cold eyes and immediately took action impatiently, wanting to fan Ye Feng aside.
"ah!"
But suddenly at the next moment, the middle-aged guard screamed fiercely.
His outstretched right hand disappeared in an instant and was cut off by an extremely sharp sword energy.
"ah!!"
The middle-aged guard's eyes were extremely frightened. There was only a wound as big as the mouth of a bowl on his right arm, which was bleeding.
"Die."
Ye Feng said indifferently, stretched out one hand, pinched the middle-aged guard's neck, and crushed it with a "click".
"What?!"
The crowd at the city gate suddenly broke out into agitation.
Including the companions of the dead middle-aged guard, no one expected that Ye Feng, a seemingly ordinary young man in black, could be so ferocious, killing at will without any hesitation.
The second guard stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.
But at the next moment, an old man with flowing white hair suddenly jumped down from the city gate.
The old man has a martial arts aura and is clearly a strong martial artist.
Moreover, he is also a high-level Martial King.
"It's General Baimei!"
Many people around him looked excited for a moment.
This old man is a very famous veteran in the central city of Haitian Island. He has profound martial arts skills. In the eyes of many people, he is a god-of-war existence on Haitian Island.
"That boy in black is going to be in trouble. He may be killed on the spot by General Baimei."
"That's right, this General Baimei, even though he is old, he is actually a super strong man at the level of the Nine-Step Martial King. He was a ruthless man who massacred a demon clan's lair with one person back then!"
Many people around him obviously knew about the sensational deeds of this white-haired old man.
They felt that the young man in black who dared to kill a city guard on the spot must be dead.
But at the next moment, what made everyone almost stare out of their eyes was.
The white-browed general actually cupped his hands slightly towards Ye Feng and said with a smile: "The sword energy of the Dacheng Sword King! It seems that you are a high disciple in the sword sect. We, the guards of Haitian City, don't know the rules, have high eyes and low hands, and dare to attack you.
You really deserve your death, please calm down."
What?
Dacheng Sword King?
But what shocked everyone even more was the four words "Dacheng Sword King" in General Baimei's words!
"This young man in black is actually a Great Sword King?!"
Everyone was shocked and felt their bodies trembling.
The only time they saw each other was a junior sword king.
That man was known as the number one swordsman on Haitian Island. He once killed a big monster in the West Sea with one sword, shocking the entire Haitian Island.
But now, this white-browed general actually said that the young man in black is a Dacheng-level swordsman?
How powerful and terrifying would that be?
No one can even imagine it.
"It doesn't matter."
Outside the city gate, Ye Feng spoke indifferently to the white-haired old man in front of him.
Then he pulled Lin Hai into Haitian City and disappeared into the bustling crowd in the city in a blink of an eye.
When General Baimei saw Ye Feng leaving, he secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Although he was indeed a nine-step martial arts king, facing Ye Feng, the Dacheng Sword King, he only felt that the opponent might be able to kill him with one sword.
"When did the Sword Sect give birth to such a terrifying young man..."
The white-browed veteran couldn't help but murmur.
…
At night, in a guest room of an inn in Haitian City.
Ye Feng counted his wealth, blew out the candles, and prepared to have a good sleep, waiting for tomorrow's auction.
But suddenly at this moment.
"What kind of thief dares to spy on the treasures from my Haitian auction? Stop right there!"
In the Haitian City under the dark night, suddenly a loud and extremely angry shout exploded like thunder in the dark night.
Under the dark night sky, the thunder-like sound was extremely loud.
So almost at this moment, everyone in Haitian City was awakened.
Many powerful people filed out of their inns and residences.
Their eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty, and they looked towards the direction where the sound came from.
Ye Feng also walked out of his room at this time, jumped directly to the roof of the inn.
Now, as the soul master practices together, his soul power becomes more and more powerful.
So at this time, even in the dark night.
Ye Feng's eyes were also shining with a light black light at this time, which allowed him to see far away and very clearly.
And almost at this moment, many people came out of the room one after another, lurking in the darkness.
Not far away is the direction of the Haitian Auction venue.
Above the huge auction hall, an old man in white clothes was walking in the sky.
This old man in white clothes turned out to be the white-browed veteran that Ye Feng met during the day.
But at this moment, the white-haired old man's face was filled with anger and a terrifying murderous aura.
Because this time, a treasure that was the finale of their Haitian auction was stolen by a thief in the middle of the night.
The thief also appeared in front of everyone at this time.