At this time, the auction at the auction site continued. The curtains after the auction of the high platform were picked up. The two figures came out from behind the curtain. One of them was the old man, and the other one was locked by the chain with both hands and feet. On his face, there is a huge tyrant.

This tyrant with his long hair, so that he is full of arrogance, very cold.

"Slave martial arts."

Lin Feng's eyes are slightly condensed, this auction site, and even the slave Wu Xiu also auctioned.

People can actually be auctioned as beasts.

At this time, the crowd looked at the slave martial arts, and kept whispering, especially those who often went to the prison field, and the eyes flashed a blazing color.

"The tyrant is a knife."

Finally, the tyrants were brought out for auction, and many of them waited for a long time.

The old man's eyes swept the crowd and saw the excitement in the eyes of the crowd. His mouth also showed a smile.

"Heavy knife, Ling Wujing six repairs, in the prison field record, eighty-one wins."

The indifferent voice of the old man made the heart of the crowd suddenly tremble, eighty-one wins, good horror, eighty-one battles, no defeat, killing 81 martial arts of the same level, too horrible.

Lin Feng also has a slight tremor in his heart. The simple words are eighty-one wins, but his back means that 81 martial arts six-figure martial arts are dead in the hands of the tyrants, and eighty-one Lingwu six The strongest, this is definitely a horrible number, with the blood of 81 strong people of the same level, has achieved today's hegemony.

"I don't have much to say about his value. The public only needs to understand that it is a matter of time to step into the realm of Xuanwu. At that time, he can have a slave comparable to the Eight Greatest sons. Wu Xiu, everyone can imagine." The old man smiled lightly and said: "Heavy knife, auction reserve price, two hundred yuan yuan stone, now, the auction begins."

The voice of the old man fell, and suddenly the eyes of the crowd became hot, and the gaze was tightly gazing. Yes, in the future, this is a character like the Eight Great Sons. If he is his own slave Wushu, he should How prevailing.

It seems that the crowd’s eyes are hot, and the head of the tyrant’s head is slowly raised. Suddenly, a sharp knife’s artistic conception blooms out, and it’s sharp and overbearing, stinging the crowd’s eyes, just this A gaze is like a knife and can hurt people.

The knives of the knives swept over the crowd, and fell on Lin Feng’s body, touching the eye of this overbearing sharp knife. Lin Feng’s body trembled, and in the eyes, there was also one of the smashing sharps, which was sharp, Incomparably sharp, as if to pierce everything.

This is the artistic conception of the sword.

The gaze of Guanba stopped at Lin Feng's body. The eyes of the two men met in the air. The knife and the sword collided with each other. An invisible sharp air filled the space.

However, the gaze of the tyrant quickly moved away, leaving Lin Feng's heart loose, but the heart was secretly trembled.

"The sword of the tyrants, this slave martial art, comprehends the momentum of the knife, and has a deep understanding."

Lin Feng’s heart is dark. It’s no wonder that the other side can achieve 81 wins, no defeat. His understanding of the situation is much stronger than that of Mu Mur, and this trend is a knife. In the same level, there will be almost no adversary.

Unless someone like him, not only comprehended the situation, but also reached the micro-level, can suppress the opponent's hegemony.

Lin Feng’s young man’s eyes are hot, the spirit’s six-strong slave martial arts, and the killing of 81 elites of the same level, the attraction is too big. If he can get it, maybe he will have a basaltic in the future. The slaves of the country, at that time, how powerful it should be.

"Three hundred Chinese products Yuanshi." At this time, some people opened their bids and directly raised one hundred yuan.

"Five hundred Chinese yuan stone." Another voice followed, without any hesitation, the price is still very low.

A slave Wushu, a six-study of Lingwujing, may not be of high value, but a slave Wushu who killed 81 of the same-class powerhouses is worth ten times, and a future Xuanwujing Slave is even more unable to estimate its value.

"One thousand Chinese yuan stone."

Another indifferent voice sounded, and Lin Feng’s heart couldn’t help but twitch. These people are really rich, and his storage stone ring is not only tens of thousands of yuan stone, Lin Feng thought a lot, but this time He found that he was poor and poor.

This has just been quoted, perhaps the value of this slave martial arts may make him ruined.

"Five thousand Chinese yuan stone."

Lin Feng’s idea was just born, and a voice rang, letting him look.

Five thousand Chinese yuan stone, this number, terrible, can be cultivated freely in the cultivation tower.

Moreover, this voice was actually transmitted from behind Lin Feng. The bidder was the young man named Meng.

The crowd heard this voice is also a glimpse, many people have a smile on their lips, five thousand yuan stone, not they can afford, and, this price, is high enough.

The old man saw the crowd silent, smiled and said: "Meng has a good eye, bidding five thousand yuan yuan stone, this is the future Xuanwu slave, I wonder if there are other people bidding."

The voice of the old man is tempted by the temptation, but the crowd is still silent, the future of the Xuanwujing, but now it is not, five thousand Chinese yuan stone, the price is too horrible.

"Five thousand and one piece of Chinese stone."

At this time, a calm voice sounded, let the crowd tremble, eyes look toward the VIP area, this open person, is the person who just shattered the stone table just a punch, Lin Feng.

The young pupil's pupil contracted slightly, staring at Lin Feng's figure, and the cold light flashed through his eyes.

"Five thousand and one hundred yuan yuan stone."

"Five thousand and one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice is still so calm.

The crowd all showed the look of watching the movie. It seems that Lin Feng is deliberate. Only one piece of Chinese stone is added every time.

"Five thousand five hundred yuan in the yuan stone." The youth's look is getting colder and colder, slowly said.

"Five thousand five hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice is light and windy, his eyes are still calm.

The youth's face became a little stunned, and at this time, the gray robe man next to him shouted at him.

"Young master, auction is just one of the means."

When the youth looked stagnation, they immediately showed a cold smile. Yes, it is not necessary to auction the slave martial arts.

The eyes of the crowd are all trembled. This is undoubtedly a threat to Lin Feng.

The young man did not bid again. After a while, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said: "Congratulations, now you can take the knife away."

"First in the background, you are now auctioning my Red Flame Magic Lion, Yuan Shi will buckle from inside."

Lin Feng said a faint voice, the old man indulged for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

The value of a red flame lion will definitely be higher than that of the tyrant. After all, as long as the red flame lion grows normally and becomes a sacred demon, it is a matter of time and soon, and the red flame lion can become a powerful mysterious beast. Even the demon.

Sure enough, when the old man took the Red Flame Magic Lion out of the curtain, the eyes of the crowd became even hotter, even with a sense of madness.

Among the crowds at the auction site, there was a man with blond hair, raging violentness, and even his eyes, with a hint of golden color, it was extremely fascinating.

Seeing the Red Flame Magic Lion, this golden eye-catching youth, the eyes of Jin Mang circulate, faint road: "Red Flame Magic Lion, is my lion, no one can grab."

The old man stood on the auction high platform and quietly watched the crowd's excitement. When the atmosphere reached the peak, he smiled and raised his hand, indicating that everyone was quiet. Then he said, "The value of the Red Flame Magic Lion, I Not much to say, and I believe that many people are waiting while the Red Flame Magic Lion is still in the prison. Finally, now the Red Flame Magic Lion came to our auction site. Now, everyone has a chance to get it. The future of the mysterious demon, even the demon."

The old man is also very excited in his heart. He does not understand why the Red Flame Magic Lion will go to the hands of Lin Feng. It is reasonable to say that the White House, even the top of the White House, is unlikely to hand over the Red Flame Magic Lion to outsiders. Will not be used for auction, will only be left to their own people.

The old man did not know the friction in the prison field. At that time, the Huang Yi youth really wanted to use the Red Flame Magic Lion to pull Mu Fan, so that Mu Fan became his person, and the Red Flame Magic Lion could not run, but Lin Feng, but out of thin air, let the youth depressed, he also came, and did witnesses, so that the young people did not even have the opportunity to **** the Red Flame Magic Lion from Lin Feng, I wanted to say it after long-term discussion, but did not expect Lin Feng, there is no plan to own the Red Flame Magic Lion, but to get it here to auction!