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At this time, the auction in the auction house continued. The curtain behind the auction platform was lifted, and two figures came out from behind the curtain. One of them was the old man just now, while the other person had his hands and feet locked by chains. At the same time, On his face, there is a huge word "Ba" branded on his face.
The word "tyrant" combined with his long and messy hair made him look domineering and cold.
"Slave martial arts."
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. As expected, slave martial arts were also auctioned in this auction house.
People can be auctioned as beasts.
At this time, the crowd looked at the slave martial artist and kept whispering, especially those who often went to the prison fighting arena, with a blazing look in their eyes.
"Ba Dao, it's Ba Dao."
The Ba Dao was finally put up for auction, and many of them had been waiting for it for a long time.
The old man glanced at the crowd, and when he saw the excitement in their eyes, a smile appeared on his lips.
"Ba Dao, a sixth-level spiritual martial artist, with a record of eighty-one victories in the prison fighting arena."
The old man's indifferent voice made the crowd's hearts tremble suddenly. Eighty-one victories were so terrifying. Eighty-one battles were fought without a single defeat. Eighty-one martial arts cultivators of the same level were killed. It was terrifying.
Lin Feng also felt a slight tremor in his heart. The simple words "eighty-one victory" meant that eighty-one martial arts cultivators at the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm died in the hands of Ba Dao. A powerful man, this is definitely a terrifying number. The blood of eighty-one powerful men of the same level was used to create the current Tyrant Sword.
"I won't go into details about his value. You all just need to understand that it will be a matter of time for Ba Dao to enter the realm of Xuanwu. When the time comes, he can be compared with the Eighth Young Master and have a slave who is comparable to the Eighth Young Master. Wu Xiu, you can imagine." The old man smiled calmly and said: "Ba Dao, the auction price is two hundred middle-grade Yuan stones. Now, the auction begins."
When the old man finished speaking, the crowd's eyes suddenly became hot, staring closely at Ba Dao. Yes, in the future, this man will be as handsome as the Eighth Prince. If he is his slave martial artist, he should How majestic.
As if aware of the blazing eyes of the crowd, Ba Dao slowly raised his head. Suddenly, a sharp sword concept burst out, extremely sharp and domineering, stinging the eyes of the crowd. Just this A look, like a ray of sword light, can hurt someone.
The eyes of the domineering sword swept across the crowd and fell on Lin Feng. When he touched the domineering and sharp eyes of the sword, Lin Feng's body trembled slightly. In his eyes, there was also a look of sharpness, sharp and sharp. It was extremely sharp, as if it was going to pierce through everything.
This is the artistic conception of the sword.
Ba Dao's eyes stopped on Lin Feng, and their eyes met in the air. The path of the sword collided with the sword's intention, and an invisible sharp energy filled the space.
But Ba Dao quickly looked away, making Lin Feng feel relieved, but secretly trembling in his heart.
"Having a domineering sword, this slave martial artist has understood and mastered the power of the sword, and he has a very deep understanding of it."
Lin Feng secretly thought to himself, no wonder the opponent was able to achieve eighty-one victories without any defeat. His understanding of the situation was much better than that of Mu Fan. In addition, this force was the force of a sword. There were almost no others at the same level. adversary.
Unless someone is like him, who not only understands the situation, but also reaches the realm of subtlety, he can suppress the other party's tyranny.
The young man behind Lin Feng has fiery eyes. He is a slave martial artist at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and has killed 81 strong men of the same level. The attraction is too great. If he can get it, he may really have a Xuanwu in the future. How majestic a slave in this realm must have been at that time.
"Three hundred middle-grade Yuan Stones." At this time, someone opened his bid and directly raised the price by one hundred middle-grade Yuan Stones.
"Five hundred mid-grade Yuan Stones." Another voice rang out without any hesitation. The price was still quite low.
A slave martial cultivator at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm may not be worth much, but a slave martial cultivator who has killed eighty-one strong men of the same level is worth more than ten times, and a future Xuanwu Realm slave cultivator is worth more than ten times. The value of slaves cannot be estimated.
"One thousand middle-grade Yuan stones."
Another indifferent voice sounded, making Lin Feng's heart twitch. These people were really rich. His storage stone ring only contained tens of thousands of middle-grade Yuan stones. Lin Feng thought it was a lot, but at this time He discovered that he was extremely poor.
This was just a quote, maybe the value of this slave's martial arts might make him bankrupt.
"Five thousand middle-grade Yuan stones."
Just as Lin Feng had the idea, a voice rang out, making his eyes freeze.
Five thousand middle-grade Yuan stones, this number is so scary, you can practice at will in the training tower.
Moreover, the voice came from behind Lin Feng, and the bidder was the young man named Meng.
The crowd was stunned when they heard this voice, and many people had a wry smile on their lips. Five thousand middle-grade Yuan Stones were not something they could afford, and the price was high enough.
Seeing that the crowd was silent for a moment, the old man smiled and said, "Young Master Meng has a good eye and bids five thousand mid-grade Yuan Stones. This is a future Xuanwu Realm slave. I wonder if there is anyone else bidding."
The old man's voice was full of temptation, but the crowd remained silent. The Xuanwu realm in the future, but not now after all, the price of five thousand middle-grade Yuan stones is too scary.
"Five thousand and one middle-grade Yuan Stone."
At this time, a calm voice sounded, making the crowd's eyes tremble and they looked towards the VIP area. The person who spoke was surprisingly the person who had just punched the stone table into pieces, Lin Feng.
The young man's pupils shrank slightly, staring at Lin Feng's figure, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Five thousand one hundred middle-grade Yuan stones."
"Five thousand one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was still so calm.
The crowd looked like they were watching a show. It seemed that Lin Feng did this on purpose, adding only one middle-grade Yuan Stone each time.
"Five thousand five hundred middle-grade Yuan stones." The young man said slowly, his expression getting colder and colder.
"Five thousand five hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was calm and gentle, his eyes still calm.
The young man's expression became a little ferocious, and at this moment, the man in gray robe next to him called out to him.
"Master, auction is just one of the methods."
The young man's eyes froze, and then he showed a cold smile. Yes, if you want to get this slave martial arts, you don't have to auction it.
The crowd's eyes trembled. These words were undoubtedly threatening Lin Feng.
As expected, the young man did not bid any more. After a while, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said, "Congratulations, now you can take the sword away."
"Put it in the background first. You can auction my Red Flame Demonic Lion now, and the Yuan Stone will be taken from it."
Lin Feng said lightly, and the old man pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay."
The value of a red flame demon lion will definitely be higher than that of Ba Dao. After all, as long as the red flame demon lion grows up normally, it will be a matter of time before it becomes a mysterious beast. Moreover, the red flame demon lion can become a powerful mysterious beast. , even the sky demon.
Sure enough, when the old man walked out from behind the curtain holding the red flame demon lion, the eyes of the crowd became even more fiery, even with a hint of madness.
Among the crowd at the auction house, there was a man with a head full of golden hair, wild and messy, and even his eyes had a hint of golden color, making him look extremely strange.
Seeing the Red Flame Demon Lion, the young man with golden eyes had a golden light in his eyes, and said calmly: "The Red Flame Demon Lion belongs to me, the Crazy Lion, and no one can snatch it away."
The old man stood on the high auction platform and quietly watched the excitement of the crowd. When the atmosphere reached its peak, he smiled and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said: "The value of the Red Flame Demon Lion, I Not much to say, and I believe that many people have been waiting for the Red Flame Demon Lion when it was still in the Arena. Finally, now that the Red Flame Demon Lion has come to our auction house, everyone has the opportunity to get it. , the mysterious demon or even the heavenly demon in the future.”
The old man himself was also very excited. He didn't understand why the Red Flame Demonic Lion came into Lin Feng's hands. Logically speaking, the Bai family, or even the top of the Bai family, would not hand over the Scarlet Flame Demonic Lion to an outsider. It will not be auctioned, it will only be kept for their own people.
The old man did not know about the friction that occurred in the prison arena. At that time, the young man in yellow really wanted to use the Red Flame Demonic Lion to win over Mu Fan and make Mu Fan his. The Red Flame Demonic Lion could not escape, but Lin Feng came out of thin air. What made the young man even more depressed was that he also came and became a witness, so that the young man didn't even have a chance to snatch the Red Flame Demon Lion from Lin Feng. He wanted to discuss it later, but he didn't expect it. , Lin Feng, had no intention of owning the Red Flame Demon Lion himself, but got it here for auction!