As the door was opened, a handsome-looking Master Mikong slowly walked into the room with a smile.
Honghu glanced at the man and shouted in displeasure: "Old man, who are you?"
After the words fell, Lord Mikong almost fell to the ground. The old man... actually called himself the old man. His current appearance is that of middle age.
Honghu seemed to know what the other party was thinking, and continued to shout: "Old man, don't think that you are middle-aged just because you are pretending to be middle-aged. Your breath of life is nothing if not an old man. Say it, old man, you run away. What is Mr. Tiger doing here
If you can't tell me, or if you dissatisfy Mr. Tiger, Mr. Tiger will tear you to pieces. "
Master Mikong frowned slightly... He was a dignified master. He usually came into contact with the top figures from the human race and the demon race. He had not encountered such a rude person in many years.
This tiger in front of me...
And who are these people in the room.
This tiger was just talking rudely, and he was still drinking.
Yes, there are also people who are addicted to alcohol among the people who come to the auction, but when they drink, they bring their own wine gourds and drink in small sips.
But look at this room, the smell of alcohol is so strong that it almost reaches the corridor.
Although Lord Mi Kong was irritated, he still managed to squeeze out a smile on his face and said, "I am here, Lord Mi Kong..."
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hong Hu: "Who are you? Master Hu is not interested in knowing. Come on, tell me what you are doing here."
A cold chill flashed through Master Mikong's eyes again, but soon, this chill was hidden by him. He ignored Honghu and looked at the young man in the room who was being held by the beautiful character. Someone comes and asks, “My friend, how about making a friend
If you keep auctioning like this, you will offend people. And sometimes, if you raise your hand, you will get unexpected results. "
Zheng Shiyi laughed. Sure enough, this was someone who saw that his military merit points were not as high as his own, so he came out to persuade him.
Before he could speak, Honghu shouted angrily: "Old man, Master Hu is asking you something. How dare you ignore Master Hu. Master Hu is very angry now... Get out of here, Master Hu."
As Honghu spoke, his huge body suddenly jumped up, stretched out his huge tiger claws, and patted down the Great Master Mikong. In an instant, a strong wild aura hit him. This aura was so strong that it even made him stand at this moment. Instantly, he had the illusion that he was facing the legendary white tiger.
Your Majesty!
This tiger is at the ninth level of the King Realm, the pinnacle master!
Master Mikong's face changed slightly, and he raised his hands instinctively, trying to block the movement of the huge tiger in front of him. However, for some reason, a strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
The other party didn't dare to take action, the tiger was just scaring him.
He lowered his raised palm, and the aura condensed in his body suddenly converged.
The next moment, Honghu's huge tiger claws came down and hit Master Mikong hard.
Without any defense, Master Mikong immediately flew up and flew straight towards the window.
Zheng Shiyi had quick eyes and quick hands and opened the window.
The window had just opened, and the body of Lord Mikong had already flown over and flew out of the open window.
Outside the hall, everyone suddenly saw a figure flying past, followed by a loud bang.
Master Mikong's body flew down and hit the open space in the hall heavily, causing the ground around him to tremble.
In the hall, everyone's eyes were looking towards the figure that suddenly fell.
"This is… "
"It's Master Mikong!"
"Master Mikong, he...how did he fly out!"
"This... what is going on!"
"He...he was thrown down from the building!"
After everyone saw the person who landed clearly, they were all shocked. Master Mi Kong, this is the pinnacle master of the ninth level of King Realm... He was actually thrown out, and it seemed that he was thrown out from the private room No. 108. .
Everyone raised their heads and looked towards Private Room No. 108, their eyes full of shock and confusion.
A great master at the peak of the ninth floor was actually thrown out like this. Then... Could the person in the herringbone room No. 9 be a saint
Only a saint can throw out a ninth-level master in such a simple way!
Saint!
It should be in the Tianzi private room, why is it only in the Herringbone private room
On the ground, after Master Mikong fell down, his eyes that looked a little confused became sober, but his eyes still held a hint of deep horror.
Just now, he was in the box No. 108. He originally wanted to take action, but suddenly, the hand he had extended fell down again, and even the spiritual energy in his body stopped moving.
Illusion!
At that time, I was under an illusion, and I was under an illusion instantly.
He was already at the ninth level of the King Realm, the peak of the Great Master, but he could be possessed by an illusion in an instant and be completely controlled.
Even a semi-saint cannot do it, the only one who can do it is a saint!
There is a saint in that room!
It's just a saint... I don't seem to have heard of a saint who is good at illusions!
What's more, the people in the room could tell that they were all very young. How could they become saints at that age
Could it be that there is some master hidden in that room
Yes, that must be the case.
They have so many military merit points, there must be support from a big force behind them, and it’s not even a big force! I just don’t know what big force is behind it.
After Master Mikong stood up, he did not look at the crowd and walked upstairs. He was thrown directly from the upstairs. This time, he was also embarrassed.
In the auction house, looking at Master Mikong who stood up and left without saying a word, he looked at Room No. 108 again.
This is a demon auction. In the past, no one has ever dared to cause trouble at a demon auction. ,
This is the first time anyone has caused trouble at an auction.
The people at the auction house will not let anyone cause trouble here, and the people in the private room with the number 180 will probably not have an easy time.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, a voice full of majesty came from their ears.
"Master Mikong broke into other people's private rooms without authorization and was kicked out. He brought all the blame on himself."
The majestic voice fell, but he stopped speaking.
In the auction house, everyone's expressions changed drastically when they heard the sound.
"This voice... This is the voice of the original deer demon saint! It's the president!"
"The president has spoken, and he is favoring Room No. 108."
"This... is it over like this?"
"What is the identity of the person in private room No. 108? Even the president favors them."
In the auction house, everyone looked at the private room No. 108 with strange expressions.
A look of fear appeared on the face of Master Phantom Soul. Master Mikong was thrown out, so what if it were him...
Forget it, the people in this private room even favored the original deer saint, which is obviously extremely unusual. I am afraid that this is the top power among the human race or the demon race.
If you lose to them in bidding, you lose.
Master Mikong had just returned to his private room, but the voice of the Yuanlu Demon Saint immediately rang in the room.
"Mikong... Before you went to the private room No. 108, everything you saw and experienced was as if it had never happened before.
Don’t tell anyone about it... This is the big secret between our demon clan and humans... If you mention it, not only my demon auction house, but the entire alliance between humans and demons will not let you go. Do you understand? "
The sound was filled with an icy chill. No one appeared, but when the sound fell, the air in the entire room froze almost instantly, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.
Great Lord Mikong couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body, and he nodded in response: "Don't worry, saint, Mikong has always been in this room and has never gone out."
"That's good..."
As the voice fell, the air in the room finally returned to normal.
Grand Master Mikong spoke a long word. Even as a great master, he felt a palpitation in his heart when he faced the voice of Yuanlu Demon Saint.
As if nothing happened
A look of doubt appeared in the eyes of Master Mikong, and he began to recall everything he saw in the room. The one who took action at that time was the tiger monster that had not turned into a human form.
The tiger demon was already at the peak of the ninth level of the King Realm, but it had not transformed.
This is against the rules of Demon Slaughter City. However, it is obviously not what Yuanlu Demon Saint said. If it were just that, Yuanlu Demon Saint would not show such killing intent, let alone say that this human and demon clan None of the alliances will let him go.
It must be something more important.
More importantly...what else
There are two young people in the room, a man and a woman. They both have a very young life, and the woman should not be a human but a fox demon, and the rest is the human who seems to be the leader.
But he didn't look like anything special.
Could it be that he was the one who cast an illusion on him
How is that possible? How can such a young person far surpass himself in cultivation level
Master Mikong couldn't understand it at all.
In the private room No. 8, Zi Ling was already completely confused. She no longer knew how many times she had been confused since she came to this private room today.
However, this time, the confusion was deeper than every time before!
The person who just entered was Master Mi Kong. She also heard others say that he was the peak master of the ninth level of the King Realm. The next step was the Semi-Saint, and then the strongest saint!
Such a strong person was so easily thrown out by this seemingly unreliable tiger demon, and the auction did not punish them!
She was confused when a voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"Little friend, you are making it difficult for me to do this..."
"I'm sorry to bother Demon Saint Yuanlu... Demon Saint, don't worry, Shiyi will not take the initiative to cause trouble..." Zheng Shiyi replied softly, then looked at Zixuan on the side and said: "Okay, let's continue with the quotation. How much did it just arrive? Three hundred and fifty thousand, right? We will pay three hundred and sixty thousand..."
(End of chapter)