Chapter 33

"There are so many people looking for death!" Xu Yang sneers. How about Yuanying? In front of him, it's mole ants!

Xu Yang lightly stretched out a finger, and the folding fan dagger bumped together!

There was no earthshaking sound of explosion, and the man's folding fan dagger turned into sand in an instant and dissipated in the air.

"Poof..." She vomited a mouthful of blood, and the moment she collided with Xu Yang's fingers, it was as if she had hit a huge mountain. Her bones crackled, and then she flew out and crashed into a wall.

Bang

After landing on the ground, the bearer's whole body was destroyed, and his whole body was cracked. He was on the verge of death.

In fact, this is the result of Xu Yang's keeping hands, otherwise Xu Yang can make it disappear in situ, leaving no trace in the world.

"Why How do you think it's possible? When will there be such a powerful person in Qizhou? " The passer-by murmured to himself, his face as hopeless as ashes was full of disbelief.

His name is Deng Xuan. He is from the headquarters of Lingbao society. He has already had the initial cultivation of Yuanying. He was appointed by Lingbao society to help Zhang Shuangtian.

Deng Xuan, who comes to Lingbao Auction Association, naturally doesn't like the small Qizhou.

In his opinion, this kind of small place, what strong, ignore Zhang Shuangtian warning, bold step on the sky LAN Zong provocation.

Xu Yang walked slowly to Deng Xuan and looked down at him. There was a sense of killing in my eyes.

"Don't Don't kill me Deng Xuan in such a vision in the collapse, this vision icy, as if from the nine hell!

Is this really the vision of human beings?

"Please forgive me A life, I put I'll tell you what I know! " Deng Xuan said incoherently.

"You tell me? No need Xu Yang pulled out a cruel smile from the corner of his mouth and put his hand directly on Deng Xuan's head. The next second, Deng Xuan made the most miserable howl in his life.

This is the soul taking Dharma, which is recognized by the three circles. It can absorb the soul of others! Know all the past of that person's life!

Not only will they suffer a lot if they are captured, but they will die in three minutes if they lose a wisp of soul.

Three minutes later

Xu Yang throws away Deng Xuan who has no breath, turns his head to Ling Qingshu and says, "wait for me at zongmen, I'll come back."

He threw a bottle of pills to Ling Qingshu and said, "this is the healing pill. You can share it."

"Lao Zu, where are you going?" Ling Qingshu difficult stand up, asked.

"It will be a trouble to find Lingbao auction!" Xu Yang's words are full of killing intention.

After soul searching, Xu Yang knows that the man was sent by Lingbao auction.

Originally, the Lingbao auction didn't come to trouble him. Xu Yang didn't plan to go to the Lingbao auction with him.

However, the people of this Lingbao auction actually started on the disciples of Tianlan sect, which made Xu Yang have no patience!

Although he is powerful, he can't protect so many Tianlan sect disciples all the time.

In that case, let Lingbao auction disappear.

...

In Qizhou City, on the auction ground of Lingbao auction, a top-grade sword is in full swing.

"Yuanhuo sword, a thousand spirit stones! Does anyone offer a higher price? "

The auctioneer is an old man in the golden elixir period. He looks excited. He has a first-class sword. The price of a thousand spirit stones is already high.

"For the first time, a thousand stone!"

"The second time, a thousand stone!"

The little wooden hammer that the old man raised was about to knock.

A young man stood up happily. After a fierce competition, he was richer.

Looking into other people's eyes is more arrogant.

"The third time! A thousand spirit stones, become... "

"Wait, I'll give you ten thousand stone."

Just as the old man was about to set the tone, suddenly, a lazy voice came from the box in the middle of the auction.

Silence

Everyone's eyes looked at the box. A sword with a thousand spirit stones was too expensive. He paid ten thousand. Are you kidding.

Just now, he was very happy. His face was blue and his fist was clenched.

Unexpectedly, he said: "it's just a spirit sword. It's such a high price. He won't talk nonsense."

The auctioneer's face was frozen and he said, "friends in the box, there is no joke in the auction. Now that you have said it, you must buy it at that price!"

"Ha ha, what's the matter? Do you look down on me? When I say one stone, it's ten thousand Said the man in the box.

Light words, all is not bad for the taste of money.

Well, since the unjust leaders have said that, what else can others say.

"Ten thousand spirit stones for the first time."

"The second time."

"The stone of ten thousand spirits...""I'll give you the stone." Suddenly, another box, came a lazy voice.

The whole auction scene was completely quiet, looking at the two boxes.

The old man who presided over the auction also found that the situation didn't seem right. He called a person in a hurry and whispered something in his ear.

The man disappeared at the auction.

Inside the box, Xu Yang slightly picked his eyebrows.

There are still people competing with him! It's really interesting.

That's right. The person who just said 10000 yuan stone is Xu Yang. She's here to get in trouble with the Lingbao auction.

He said the price, did not intend to use this price to buy.

"It's interesting, it's interesting, but I'm not in the mood to play with you now." Xu Yang disdained a smile, slowly spit out a number.

"I give you a hundred thousand stone."

The old man who presided over the auction would be so excited that he would faint.

The people in the box are either a super local tyrant, or they don't pay attention to the Lingbao auction and are playing with it.

Several practitioners of Jindan period unconsciously surrounded the box.

The old man who presided over the auction held up and displayed his sword, which was sold for 100000 spirit stones at a high price, and then asked three times in a row.

No one agreed this time. Xu Yang successfully auctioned the sword with ten thousand spirit stones.

The old man who presided over the auction personally sent the sword to Xu Yang's box.

"Your sword, my Lord." The old man respectfully handed the sword to Xu Yang.

He looked up and murmured.

"Well, it looks familiar."

Xu Yang took the sword, a flash of fire in his hand, the sword turned to ashes.

"You..." The old man who presided over the auction was shocked and asked in a cold voice: "who are you? You came to the Lingbao auction to provoke! I don't think you're living long enough! "

Combined with what happened just now, the old man who presided over the auction naturally guessed that Xu Yang was not here to auction the treasure, but to provoke.

"I'm Xu Yang. I heard that Lingbao would want to kill me?"