The truth was just as he suspected.
As soon as he arrived at Xuanwu City, he sensed the aura left behind by Zhou Daya.
As a strong man in the Martial God Realm, it is not easy for Mo Lingyun to lock a person's aura.
What's more, this person is from Niujia Village, so he is quite familiar with it.
Looking for the remaining breath, Mo Lingyun unknowingly came to the most prosperous Central Street in the center of the city.
There are many martial arts monks coming and going on this street, and there are even groups of magicians.
These people walked into a large auction in groups.
"Have you heard that at this Zhenwu auction, it is said that there will be an auction of magical secrets of the Dharma Saint level!"
"I did hear that, but this time, I'm here for the Lingyun Sword Manual!"
"Ling Yun's sword manual, could it be the sword manual left behind by Mo Lingyun, the powerful sword god in the mainland thirty years ago?"
"Yes, I don't know what kind of methods Zhenwu Auction House used to actually get Lingyun Sword Manual. The highlight of this auction is Lingyun Sword Manual and Dharma Saint Secret Book. Of course, other precious treasures There are quite a few, and the ones that can be auctioned by Zhenwu Auction House are basically not too bad!"
When a group of martial arts monks walked into the auction, they couldn't help but talk a few words.
Mo Lingyun was stunned when he heard this!
This auction actually used his sword manual as a gimmick.
When he thought that his own sword manual, which he had worked so hard to collect from all over the world, was being sold openly, a trace of anger inevitably arose in his heart.
At the same time, he recalled his unbearable past.
He did not teach this sword manual to anyone back then.
He just kept it in his personal Najie, but in a battle thirty years ago, his right hand was chopped off, and the Najie was also lost.
I tried all means to save a life!
Now that Lingyun's sword manual appeared openly at the auction and was being sold wantonly, this must be the humiliation of the two bitches 'Li Juexiu' and 'Hua Ruolan'!
Li Juexiu is one of the four great empires in Tianhun Continent and the number one martial god in the Eastern Tang Empire.
Hua Ruolan is one of the four great empires in the Tianhun Continent and the number one Dharma God of the Xichen Empire.
Thirty years ago, Li Juexiu was his best brother, and Hua Ruolan was his favorite woman.
But it happened to be the woman he loved most who gave him the colorless and tasteless World's Strange Poison and Jueling Powder.
His best brother cut off his arm himself.
Insulting his personality, trampling on his dignity, and even giving him a huge cuckold!
Such a shame and humiliation, he still remembers it in his heart!
How high-spirited was he back then
He broke through to the realm of Sword God at the age of 100, and reached the peak of Sword God at the age of 150. He is the most promising generation of genius on the mainland to advance to the Tianxu realm.
He created his own Lingyun Sword Technique, which is unrivaled among the experts at the same level!
But now, he has become a half-disabled man who has lost his right hand!
All this is thanks to those two bitches!
Recalling the past, Mo Lingyun inevitably felt a murderous intention in his heart!
"The Zhenwu Auction is very good. I would like to see how much the Lingyun Sword Manual is worth!"
Mo Lingyun walked into the auction with a swagger.
Although he doesn't have an invitation to the auction, as long as he releases one percent of the aura of a martial arts expert, no one will stop him!
In Tianhun Continent, a strong man’s cultivation level is the best pass!
"Strange! Who is this one-armed monk? I seem to have never heard of this person's name, but the aura of cultivation from his body clearly indicates that he has reached the realm of a martial arts master, far away from the realm of a martial saint. Not much different!”
"There are countless strong people in the world. Some people are famous all over the world, but some people have low-key personalities. It's normal not to know them!"
Mo Lingyun ignored the strange looks from other martial arts cultivators.
When he walked into the Zhenwu auction, he was even more confused!
Because this auction is where Zhou Daya's last breath disappeared.
Zhou Daya is just a low-level martial artist in the late stage of martial arts, and there is no way he can escape the aura lock of a strong martial artist!
Unless there is a strong person of the same level to help him cover up his aura.
This situation is almost impossible!
Then there is only one remaining situation.
Zhou Daya is dead!
Only the dead can escape his breath lock!
"Could it be that Zhou Daya took Senior Qin's Najie and made a special trip to the Zhenwu Auction House to send it for auction? But Senior Qin's Najia was too precious, so someone had the intention of killing him, and Zhou Daya also And die?"
"It seems like that's probably the case!"
"Zhou Daya was greedy and deserved his death, but Senior Qin Najie fell into the hands of the Zhenwu Auction House, and this matter became even more difficult!"
Mo Lingyun frowned.
Originally, the task assigned to him by Qin Xiaotian was easily completed.
It was effortless to retrieve the Na Ring from Zhou Daya.
But now it's a step too late, and the matter is related to the Zhenwu Auction.
There will be a master treasure appraiser at the auction. How could he not see the preciousness of this ring
If you want to get it back, I'm afraid a fight will inevitably happen!
Mo Lingyun's eyes darkened.
Although he has been practicing medicine and treating diseases for thirty years, he was once the number one swordsman in the mainland and was not a man of faith.
Thousands of strong men died at his hands.
He was already disgusted by the public bidding for his sword manual at Zhenwu Auction!
Nowadays, people are violating the morality of the world and killing people to seize treasures. Such an auction has no meaning at all.
"No matter what happens today, we must get back Senior Qin's Najie!"
Think of this.
Mo Lingyun walked directly towards the delivery channel of the auction.
"Your Excellency, do you want to entrust our auction house to send some treasures for auction?" A beautiful staff member of the auction asked Mo Lingyun in a friendly manner.
"Yes, I have a treasure to send for auction!"
"Okay, come with me!"
After a while, Mo Lingyun followed the beautiful Wu Xiu to the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion at the backstage of the auction.
A young appraiser was playing with the magical equipment he had just collected.
This man is handsome and gentle. Although he has become a high-level magician at a young age and is very knowledgeable in the art of treasure appraisal, he does not have the arrogance that a young man should have.
Seems very approachable.
"Your Excellency, please take a seat. Do you have any treasures that you would like to send for auction?"
"I don't have any treasures to auction. I just want to ask if a man in his fifties came to auction here not long ago with a special ring. This man has distinctive features and has two big fangs. I don't know. Have you seen it?"
As soon as Mo Lingyun said these words, the young appraiser's face suddenly darkened.
"Sorry, I have never met the person you are talking about!"
"Young man, you don't have to use this to offend me. I'm not here to seek revenge for Zhou Daya. It's just that the ring he sent for auction at your auction was lost by one of my seniors. , please be sure to return it!”
Mo Lingyun finished speaking.
The atmosphere quietly became extremely depressing!
(End of chapter)