"This Huangquan Pavilion is too scammed. Everything costs money. It's fine if you sell 1,000 top-quality spiritual crystals with an auction order. You even need 1,000 top-quality spiritual crystals when you enter the door. You're simply a vampire."

Gu Jian followed Jian Fengyun and said dissatisfiedly.

In the play field, a top-grade spiritual crystal is very precious to some low-end forces, but when we get here, the top-grade spiritual crystal is like a cabbage, and you just want the top-grade spiritual crystal.

"Stop complaining, once a hundred years, how much can I get if I want it again?" Jian Fengyun's eyes moved and he said lightly.

"Hmph, I think they are crazy about poverty..."

The two followed the black robe figure to the original entrance of the hall. At this moment, there was already a black robe figure watching here at the entrance of the hall.

Jian Fengyun and Gu Jian walked into it step by step.

The wooden signs of the two of them are No. 1 and No. 2, respectively, and sit on the front row and the leftmost position of the entire auction.

In the main hall, the auction hall is not big, with only about one thousand seats, each seat is about one meter long and wide, and there is an invisible restriction in front, back, left and right, so the soul power cannot be detected.

Jian Fengyun and Gu Jian sat on seats No. 1 and No. 2.

At this moment, a figure in black robe slowly walked in, and the figure slowly walked towards the seat below from the entrance above.

Jian Fengyun glanced sideways and saw clearly the face under the man's cloak.

"Xuanmu Demon True!"

Gu Jian's eyes narrowed and he spoke lightly.

During these days in Fengyun Sect, Gu Jian also knew that Xuanmu Mozhen, the demon son of the Demon Realm, had a great reputation in the outside world, but unfortunately, he failed repeatedly in the hands of Jian Fengyun.

"Mr. Jian, and this ancient elder, long time no see."

The young man in black robe walked slowly and saw Jian Fengyun Jian Fengyun and Gugu Jian, with a cold smile on his face.

"Soon, I remember seeing it just two months ago in the ruins of our Divine City. I didn't expect that your injury healed so quickly. It seems that Xie Tian has taken a lot of effort." Jian Fengyun glanced lightly and said slowly.

"Young Master Jian, those with sharp teeth and sharp mouths will always die early." Xuanmu Mozhen's face turned cold, and a murderous aura flashed in her eyes, and she said.

Two months ago, Xie Tian spent a huge price to launch the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Vortex Formation to let Xuanmu Mozhen come to the ruins of the Divine City with 300 Demon Emperors, and kill all the warriors from Jian Fengyun and various major forces in the Ten Thousand Realms.

Everything was going very smoothly, but when Jian Fengyun appeared, he didn't know what magical power he had practiced. He could actually affect time while turning his hands. He turned into a divine beast with great power, killing 300 demon emperors and also causing him to a severe injury.

If it weren't for his master Xie Tian's forced intervention in Jian Fengyun through the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Vortex Formation, and used the heavenly means to lead him back to the Demon Realm, he probably wouldn't be here anymore.

"Is that so? I wonder if Xie Tian is still in good health these days?" Jian Fengyun glanced lightly and said lightly.

"Okay, that's better than you." Xuanmu Mo Zhen said with an ugly face.

That day, Xie Tian was attacked by the will of the law in the ruins of the divine city and suffered heavy injuries. Jian Fengyun's words were clearly to mock him, which made him feel angry.

"It's good, otherwise I'd like to visit him in person. I heard that he is in good health, so it seems that he has to wait a little longer." Jian Fengyun smiled faintly.

"Hmph, if you have the ability, come." Xuanmu Mozhen snorted coldly, then sat on seat No. 3. Obviously, he felt a little angry when he saw Jian Fengyun's indifferent look.

The Xuanmu Demon really sat down, but Jian Fengyun's figure did not sit down, and still stood straight in place, slowly looking at another figure walking in front of him not far away.

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

An old man with a hunched body and a flower-haired man, leaning on a crutch, walked slowly towards Jian Fengyun.

The old man's skin was dry all over, his palms, holding the crutch, were shriveled, like dry bones, and his body was wearing a faded short robe, with deep eyes, looking like an old man in his twilight years.

"Lion Saint, long time no see."

Jian Fengyun smiled faintly. He knew the old man in front of him, and he could be said to be his defeated man back then.

This person is one of the nine saints in the Jiuman Palace, the Lion Saint.

When Jian Fengyun forced himself to break into the Nine Barbarian Palace to seize the Nine Netherworld Fire and the Witch God's inheritance, he raised his hand to suppress all the Nine Saints.

"Bold, you dare to call the Lion Ancestor like this. Who are you?"

Behind the old man, a short figure suddenly emerged. It seemed that he was just a boy, but his body exuded an imperial level aura.

"Little stone, don't be rude."

The hunchbacked old man immediately reached out and pulled the short figure behind him. His turbid eyes slowly looked at Jian Fengyun and said, "Emperor Fengyun, the junior is ignorant, don't blame him for his fault."

"I don't blame him, but I have to tell you that Emperor Fengyun is dead. The person standing in front of you is named Jian Fengyun. You can call me Jian Fengyun." Jian Fengyun smiled faintly and said.

After more than three thousand years, I saw my old friend again. Even though I was like an enemy, I felt a different feeling of nostalgia at first sight.

"I have seen Mr. Jian. The saint in my Jiuman Palace heard that he had an old age with Mr. Jian. I wonder if it was true?" The old man's face moved slightly and he spoke.

"You are talking about Wang Jing, she is my friend." Jian Fengyun's eyes swept lightly.

The old man's face moved slightly, then he showed a satisfied smile and said, "Since you know me, let the past of Jiuman Palace and the young master fall with the years. In the future, I would like to ask Master Jian to take care of Jiuman Palace when he takes care of him."

"If my friend needs it, I will take action." Jian Fengyun smiled meaningfully and said.

"I thanked me here." The old man bowed and said respectfully.

Then Jian Fengyun and Gu Jian sat down slowly.

"I didn't expect that one of the nine saints of the Nine Barbarians Hall, who were so energetic back then, would become like this." Gu Jian sat beside Jian Fengyun and sighed.

"Time is ruthless, if you don't become a god, you can't avoid it." Jian Fengyun said calmly and calmly.

On one side, the child who was called a little stone by the Lion Saint came to the Lion Saint and whispered: "Lion Ancestor, is he the number one person in the ten thousand worlds back then, Emperor Fengyun?"

"Yes, no, he is stronger than the Emperor Fengyun back then." The Lion Saint stroked his beard with his dry palm and sighed.

"Better than Emperor Fengyun, then wouldn't he be invincible in the world?" Xiao Shitou said in surprise.

"Yes, but some people in this world have more eyes than the world, and there is also the illusory sky." The lion saint's turbid eyes flashed with anticipation, and he said slowly.

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