A few people did not hand over what these robbers wanted.

It’s not that they don’t give it, but that the things are not in their hands.

These people were sad and explained:

"I do have aramid, but before you come, I've sold it..."

"The Liumiao Intermittent Pill is not here with me, so I handed it over to the auction house and asked them to help sell it on behalf of me."

"My Qijiao Ruyi Pills were also handed over to the auction house."

"The Fanhua has been sold overnight. You are asking me for it now. How can I get it?"

"Auction?" The clown mask waved his hand and ordered his confidants beside him: "Go and find out the person in charge of the auction house!"

"Yes!" A Spider-Man mask strode into the crowd, and in a short while, he caught three auction house leaders, including Pang Hui. Obviously, this person was very familiar with the people of the conference organizer, otherwise he would not have even asked for questions, and he could have found the person accurately.

When he was arresting people, the clown mask walked to the people who sold the spirit materials.

Although the other person's expression was not visible through the mask, these people could feel that the other person was smiling.

This did not slow down the fear and pressure in their hearts, but instead made them even more afraid and couldn't help but tremble.

The clown mask said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, tell me, who did you sell those spiritual materials to? Don't worry, I am the most reasonable person. As long as you tell me who the buyer is, I can let you go. But if you don't say it or lie to me, don't blame me, you will eat you!"

His tone of speaking was very light, but the contents of the words were full of evil intentions and murderous intent.

These practitioners were all shocked by his aura and could not speak or speak.

The clown mask simply clicked directly: "Zheng Haiyang, say it!"

The person called Zheng Haiyang is a practitioner in his fifties. He opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "You... know me?"

The clown mask sneered and said, "I want to mess with my words? You have what I want, so I naturally have to investigate you one by one. I don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?" Then the words suddenly turned cold and threatened, "Answer my question immediately, don't try to mess with me anymore, otherwise I will swallow you in one bite!"

Zheng Haiyang was so scared that he shivered, not daring to be clever anymore, and said in a trembling voice: "It was bought by a young man..."

"Young man?" The clown mask sneered, "There are at least two or three hundred young people in this venue! Do you want to ask them to line up and let you identify them one by one? To be specific, what are their characteristics, or do you know what his name is?"

Zheng Haiyang was frightened by his sneer, and his face turned green. He hurriedly added: "Special...features? Oh, by the way. Beside the young man, following three women... Ah, I remembered that the young man seemed to be...what is the name...Zhao Yuan! Yes, that's the name! He just made a big splash at the previous exchange meeting!"

"Zhao Yuan?" The clown mask was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is it the disciple of the hidden sect, the descendant of the true immortal, and Zhao Yuan, who is called the hope of the Wuzhu School?"

"That's right, it's him!" Zheng Haiyang nodded repeatedly.

"Why are you related to this kid again?" The clown mask muttered in a low voice.

Several other practitioners next to him also spoke at this time and said:

"My spiritual materials were also bought by Zhao Yuan."

"Zhao Yuan bought several spiritual materials at my stall, including Yi Night's Fanhua!"

It was a coincidence that the spiritual materials of these people were actually bought by Zhao Yuan.

After pondering for a moment, the clown mask turned his head and ordered to a subordinate behind him: "Go and find Zhao Yuan for me!"

The subordinates wearing Deadpool mask responded, rushed into the crowd, and searched for Zhao Yuan's whereabouts. The clown mask walked to the heads of the three auction houses and said politely: "Please give me some convenience and help us open the treasure house."

In order to ensure the safety of the auction items, a treasure house was specially transported. This treasure house not only has the blessing of runes and magic circles, but also has the latest anti-theft technology. Even if these robbers are all cultivators and are not weak, it is impossible to forcefully break the treasure house.

Otherwise, why should the clown mask find Pang Hui and the other three? They would have gone directly, break the treasure house and take out the treasure.

Pang Hui subconsciously said: "No, the treasure house contains auction items, we must be responsible for it...ah!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed.

He looked down and saw a hand in his chest.

It's the clown's mask's hand.

"It's so much nonsense!" said the clown mask. "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. What I said just now is ordering you, not discussing with you, and not asking you!"

With a muffled "Puchi", his hand was retracted from Pang Hui's chest.

I was holding a heart that was still beating in my hand!

"You..." Pang Hui opened his mouth wide and wanted to speak, but he felt a severe pain that made him unable to speak.

The clown mask was not nonsense, and he squeezed his five fingers hard, and Pang Hui's heart was crushed by him with a "pop".

Blood flew and splashed all over the floor.

"thump".

Pang Hui's body fell down in response to the sound, and blood flowing out of the hole in his chest flowed all over the ground, and he died.

"I hate that someone can't tell me the most." The clown mask said in a plain tone.

This plain tone made everyone creepy.

He stuck out his tongue, licked the blood on his hands, and looked at the two other auction house leaders: "Where are you? Do you want to say no to me?"

One of them replied in a trembling voice: "No...ah, no, I'm not going to say no, I mean, I'm willing to open the treasure house for you."

"Very good!" The clown mask nodded with satisfaction and turned his eyes to another person. "Then, you're useless."

The man's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to ask for forgiveness, the clown mask stretched out his blood-stained hand and grabbed his neck.

With a muffled sound, he cut off the man's neck.

Such cruel and cruel methods made everyone in the exhibition center feel fearful.

In the toilet in Hall No. 3, Ying Ji and others saw the situation outside through the crack in the door, and were shocked and sweated.
Chapter completed!