"One hundred wooden plaques, I want them all." Wei's youth glanced at everyone and spoke slowly, with a somewhat indisputable smell in his voice.

"This..." The auctioneer looked at Lin Ling embarrassedly.

Lin Ling is the name of the pavilion master of the Guiyou Pavilion.

Having been an auctioneer for decades, he encountered this situation for the first time. What's more difficult is that the other party is still one of the three big and small forces, the man from the Mad Lion Palace.

The existence of Langyaque couldn't even match the little finger of Mad Lion Palace.

"It turned out to be Zhou Miao's nephew." Lin Ling stood up and smiled: "You are not in compliance with the rules. The auction process has started. If you want, you can sit down and bid."

Although the Mad Lion Palace is large, the ghost pavilion is not muddled.

Lin Ling fears Xiao Yang because of Xiao Yang’s bold identity. If one fails to cause them to break with a great alchemist, then all alchemists who have made friends with Xiao Yang may refuse from then on. Provide pill to the ghost pavilion.

The consequences are undoubtedly very serious.

As for the Mad Lion Palace, they didn't have so many worries.

Behind the ghost pavilion, it is not without the spirit king.

"Uncle Lin, why did you come out yourself?" There was an accident on his face, Zhou Miao spread out his palm and said with a smile: "There are 50,000 spiritual jade in this sky stone. The sword master of the sky, for my nephew It's quite important, and I hope that Uncle Lin can be a little accommodating."

"Rules are rules." Lin Ling shook his head.

"That's right, my nephew took the liberty. I hope that Uncle Lin will not blame it." Seeing Lin Ling's refusal, Zhou Miao stopped asking for it, and took the empty boundary stone back with a smile.

He believed that no one dared to bid for a price after the surface came.

The three words mad lion hall are a kind of shock.

After Zhou Miao sat down, the members of the Mad Lion Palace stood indifferently behind him. The battle was undoubtedly telling the people in the Ghost Mythical Pavilion not to fight against them.

"Damn it." Many people looked ugly.

Zhou Miao himself, but the ninth-order Spirit Sovereign, has a small reputation in the ghost world, not to mention, there is the Mad Lion Palace behind him, no one dares to get involved in the wooden sign.

"Reserve price, three hundred Lingyu!" The auctioneer tried his best to mobilize the atmosphere, but what was embarrassing was that the entire Ghost Underworld was always silent. For this situation, Zhou Miao's smile on his face was quite satisfied.

"five hundred!"

After a while, a man behind Zhou Miao spoke quietly, which caused Lin Ling's eyes to narrow slightly. He hadn't expected the situation to evolve to this point.

Fortunately, Zhou Miao still gave him face, and directly called out the price of five hundred.

Otherwise, today will not end so well.

"Five hundred Lingyu once!"

"Five hundred Lingyu twice!"

"Five hundred Lingyu three times!"

"Deal!"

The auctioneer knocked down the auction hammer depressed, and then picked up the second wooden sign. After clearing his throat, he shouted: "Cangqiongshan wooden sign, reserve price, three hundred Lingyu!"

"five hundred!"

The man spoke again.

Soon, every wooden sign was photographed by the Mad Lion Palace. Many people in the Ghost Myriad Pavilion felt aggrieved and angry. They wanted the wooden sign but did not dare to oppose the Mad Lion Palace.

Otherwise, even if you can climb the Cangqiong Mountain, you won't be able to survive.

"The sixty-seventh Cangqiongshan wooden sign, the reserve price, three hundred Lingyu." The auctioneer knocked on the auction hammer sleepily, his speechless expression was undoubtedly a bit funny.

Next, it is sixty-eighth, sixty-nine.

"Master Xiao..." Lin Ling's heart suddenly jumped. He remembered Xiao Yang, and seemed to be interested in the Sword Master of the Sky. If that was the case, the fun would be great.

"Pavilion Master Lin, I have a sense of measure." Xiao Yang replied lightly, which made Lin Ling's uneasy heart stronger.

"Ninety-eight yuan, reserve price, three hundred Lingyu!"

"Ninety-ninth yuan, reserve price, three hundred Lingyu!"

The voice on the stage continued to be heard.

"It seems that the severely injured Sky Sword Master must belong to Brother Zhou." A young man behind Zhou Miao suddenly laughed.

"It can only be mine." Zhou Miao tapped the corner of his mouth.

He is very clear about the value of a sword master in the sky.

Although the spirit beast in his spirit gate was extremely tyrannical, it was still slightly inferior to the Sword Master of the Sky.

not to mention.

The Sword Master of the Sky is a throne level. Although he has fallen a little due to his severe injury and strength, he will be able to return to his peak soon as long as he is properly treated.

At that time, there will be one more pseudo-spirit king in the Mad Lion Palace.

"Then I will congratulate Brother Zhou in advance." The young man said again.

"Yeah." Zhou Miao nodded with a smile.

"The last piece of Cangqiongshan wooden sign, reserve price, three hundred Lingyu!" The auctioneer was relieved without a trace. This auction was the most boring one he had ever participated in, and it was simply about to end.

"Five hundred spirit jade." The youth's ambition to win the smile spread in the ghost hall. The metallic spirit emperor present all gritted their teeth secretly and greeted the relatives of everyone in the Mad Lion Palace.

"Five hundred Lingyu once!"

"Five hundred Lingyu twice!"

"Five hundred spirit jade..."

"one thousand."

The indifferent voice sounded from the dim corner, and chill suddenly appeared on Zhou Miao's face, and the members of the Mad Lion Palace behind him released their killing intent one by one.

"What do you want to do." Lin Ling yelled.

"Don't understand the rules?" Zhou Miao glanced at the back lightly. The members of the Mad Lion Palace immediately curtailed their intent to kill and said nothing.

Their gloomy eyes locked on Xiao Yang at the same time.

"Is it him?" The people in the ghost hall were refreshed. Now, there was a good show, especially the metal spirit emperor. Their mood suddenly became a little surging. They were pressed like the Mad Lion Palace. dissatisfied.

Therefore, they are more inclined to Xiao Yang than the Mad Lion Palace.

"Excuse me, who are you." Zhou Miao looked at Xiao Yang~lightnovelpub.net~ without any waves in his eyes.

There are only a handful of young people who dare to oppose the Mad Lion Palace.

But among them, the teenager in the corner is definitely not included.

"He is Xiao Yang!" a young man from the Mad Lion Palace exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Yang?

Zhou Miao's eyes became fierce a little bit. That kills Zhou Yao and others, leaving no one in the Mad Lion Hall to reach Xiao Yang under the Shenling Platform?

"So it was you." Zhou Miao's voice added a touch of murderous intent.

Zhou Yao is his half-brother.

Although the relationship between the two of them has always been different, there is a blood relationship in the end. Zhou Yao's killing is related to the face of the Mad Lion Palace. He can no longer sit on the Diaoyutai like before.

"If there is no one shouting the price, let's drop the hammer." Xiao Yang didn't look at Zhou Yao, his gaze never deviated by half, as if the people in the Mad Lion Palace were all air.

"One thousand and one!" Zhou Yao stared at Xiao Yang coldly.

"two thousand."

"Two thousand and one!"

"Ten thousand."

As soon as Xiao Yang said these words, the ghost pavilion was in an uproar. Ten thousand spiritual jade, that is not a small number, and all the belongings of many spiritual emperors are nothing more than that.

"One in case!" Zhou Yao refused to give up.

"Twenty thousand."

"Thirty thousand."

Zhou Yao's voice fell behind, Xiao Yang shouted twice, his eyes still did not look at Zhou Yao, only a calm voice, quietly said: "I still have 110,000 Lingyu, if you want to follow, just follow One hundred thousand spirit jade, if you don't have the guts, just shrink back and don't come out ashamed."

Being stared at with playful gazes, Zhou Yao's eyes sank slightly, and there was a trace of sweat oozing out of his hand.

Directly with one hundred thousand?

Dare he?

(End of this chapter)

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