The old man looked at the crowd and became excited. He finally said: "Well, the red flame magic lion started to shoot, five hundred yuan yuan stone, now, the auction begins."

"boom!"

The old man’s voice fell, and the repressed voice in the auction room broke out. Someone immediately stood up and said loudly: “Zhongpin Yuanshi, a thousand.”

"Chinese goods Yuanshi, one thousand two."

"I have a thousand and five hundred yuan stone."

Many people are rushing to bid, but the crowd knows that this has only just begun. The Red Flame Magic Lion is a one or two thousand yuan stone that can be auctioned.

Lin Feng was also sitting in the pavilion very lightly. He himself underestimated the value of the Red Flame Magic Lion. However, after seeing the price he had shot, he understood that the price of the Red Flame Magic Lion would be even more terrifying.

The girl sitting next to her eyes looked at Lin Feng interestingly, and the eyes of the silver mask were so calm.

"Young master, what should I call you in the future?" The girl asked Lin Feng.

“Timing?” Lin Feng’s eyelids flashed and said casually: “You call me Feng Shao.”

"Feng Shaoye, my name is Yi Xue." The girl said sweetly, Lin Feng nodded slightly. This is the moment of work. The price of the Red Flame Magic Lion has already reached three thousand yuan stone, maybe soon. Can reach the price of the tyrant.

Behind Lin Feng, the young man surnamed Meng swept Lin Feng indifferently, sneer in his heart.

Standing up, the young man walked to the side of the nobility area and supported the railing. He said: "Today, this red flame lion, I am bound to get it, I will give you a face, don't fight with me, then everyone will be Friends, if the public is hard to fight, and finally can not compete, even friends can not do, then, then it is not very good."

When I heard Meng Cong's words, the eyes of the crowd suddenly condensed. This **** turned out to be a pressure. His words are undoubtedly threatening everyone, wanting to be friends or enemies. You choose!

Many people are staring at Meng Cong, but they don’t dare to say anything when they think of each other in the VIP area.

The Imperial City, only one nobleman, is the Mongolian surname!

"Now, I am out of the Chinese yuan stone, three thousand and one."

Meng Cong's mouth glared at a faint smile, and glanced at Lin Feng, dare to **** what he wanted, then he let Lin Feng even pay for the auction of the tyrant's Yuan Shi can not afford.

Above the high platform, the old man also very uncomfortable to sweep Meng Cong a look, this guy, actually did so, making him very uncomfortable.

"Red Flame Magic Lion, it is mine." Just when Meng Cong showed his pleasing color, a domineering sound sounded up, saying: "Four thousand Chinese yuan stone."

"Who said it." Meng Cong's face was cold, but he did not expect that he had just revealed his glory. Some people did not give him face and embarrassed him.

His eyes were cold, and Meng Cong glanced at the crowd and looked for the person who had just spoken.

"I said."

The voice of indifference and arrogance came out again, and then in the crowd, a figure slowly stood up. The man’s hair full of golden color, even his eyes, glittered with golden brilliance, extremely demon.

Seeing this person, many people have shrunk for a while, it is him!

"The mad lion!" Meng Cong's eyes contracted and smashed.

"How do you want?" The lion's golden eyes looked at the VIP area, and said indifference, let Meng Cong's eyes be a stagnation, his face stiff: "Oh, it turned out to be a beast, since you want to auction Then I will give you face and not fight with you."

The lion's gaze turned, and Li did not pay attention to Meng Cong, making Meng Cong's face more embarrassing. His face was lost.

"Hey!"

A ridiculous laughter came out in a quiet space, and it was particularly harsh in the quiet space. Meng Cong's eyes were cold and cold, and he slowly turned over and fell on Lin Feng.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at some people and talked even more than fart." Lin Feng sneered, and Meng Cong was very arrogant not long ago, letting people not fight with him, but after seeing the lion, he immediately flinched and knew that he could not compete. It’s just that it’s so eloquent, it’s ridiculous.

Wan Beast Gate, one of the strongest forces in Xueyueguo, is located in the Imperial City. It is extremely powerful. Although Meng Cong’s identity is extraordinary, the person who saw the Beast Gate immediately retreated.

At this point, Meng Cong's face has been gloomy to the extreme. Today, he has been humiliated by Lin Feng several times. He originally wanted to get back from the auction of the Red Flame Magic Lion. This is to suppress other auction people by identity, but he does not have When I thought of being self-defeating again, I met a mad lion, and I was humiliated by Lin Feng’s words. He was born and lost today.

However, other people may have no time to pay attention to his feelings. The old man smiled a little and said on the auction high platform: "Four thousand Chinese yuan stone, there is no higher price, red flame magic lion, future mysterious demon, even grow into ruin The demon of the heavens and the earth is possible. At that time, the snowy country can be rampant and called the king to dominate."

"The four thousand five hundred yuan yuan stone." The voice of the old man full of temptation has just fallen, some people once again increase the price, although they understand that the competition to win the lion's hope is not big, but it is good to try, this is the red flame lion .

"Five thousand Chinese yuan stone." The lion face is expressionless. As long as he has identified the matter, he will certainly do it. This is also the reason why Meng Cong withdraws from the competition because he understands the character of the lion.

"Six thousand Chinese yuan stone." A black robe old man bit his teeth, the price.

"One thousand yuan yuan stone."

The calm voice of the lion screamed the crowd, and when the 10,000 yuan stone was shouted out of the lion's mouth, he didn't even wrinkle his brow.

"It’s no wonder that others say that Yun Haizong is the weakest of the most powerful forces in Xueyue. It seems that this is true."

Lin Feng secretly felt that Yun Haizong was indeed far away. This can be seen from the resources. There is no big name in Tianyi College, sitting on the four vitalities, Yunhaizong is not, Wanshimen, a disciple Can freely open the price of 10,000 yuan yuan stone, and in the past Yunhaizong, the next product Yuanshi is very precious, simply can not compare.

"One thousand and one thousand yuan stone." The gray robe Laozi face ugly, squeezed a voice from the teeth, and now his strength has reached the bottleneck, the need to rely on the power of the monster.

"One and a half thousand Chinese yuan stone." The lion sing again, let the hearts of the crowd suddenly tremble, then they showed a smile on their faces, and sure enough, no one can win this guy, 15,000 Yuan Shi, many families can not get out, let alone personal, no one bidding again.

In the end, the Red Flame Magic Lion was photographed by the lion at the price of 15,000 yuan.

Lin Feng’s mouth has a faint smile. At this price, he is already very satisfied. As for the one hundred yuan stone he promised to lose, others will not care, Lin Feng, he did not expect to auction so. Horrible price.

He thought that this red flame lion would be able to auction three or four thousand yuan yuan stone.

I came to the backstage with Yi Xue. Someone came out from behind the curtain of the second curtain and handed a pile of Chinese yuan stone to Lin Feng.

"Here is a 10,000 yuan stone, you deserve it, you calculate it yourself."

The old man said to Lin Feng, Lin Feng laughed, and 10,000 yuan in the Yuanshi, more than he expected.

The Yuanshi was taken over, the brilliance flashed, and the Yuanshi disappeared in an instant. This scene made the old man look agile and looked at Lin Feng with amazement.

"It seems to be a dazzling eye."

The old man stared at Lin Feng's silver mask. He deliberately took out so many Chinese yuan stone to want to marry Lin Feng, but did not expect that Lin Feng actually had a storage stone ring.

The stone ring of storage is not something that ordinary people can have. Lin Feng is by no means simple.

Under the mask of Lin Feng, there was a hint of light smile. Without answering the question, the old man did not ask much. He pointed to the knives beside him. He said: "He will be yours in the future, and will be disposed of with you."

At this time, the old man was slightly curious, and the martial arts of the six martial arts of the martial arts, mastered the knife, did not know how Lin Feng's strength, can surrender this slave martial arts.

"Let me go." Lin Feng glanced at the tyrant, and said a faint voice, then lifted his footsteps and took the lead to go outside.

The chains on the knives have all been untied, faceless, and lifted up, following the footsteps of Lin Feng.

Out of the auction floor, after a moment, Lin Feng's footsteps, then turned back and looked at the knife that stopped and looked cold and ruthless.

When the slave martial arts untied the shackles and was not bound, they naturally had their own ideas and were no longer so honest. After all, they are human beings!