How dare he stand up and block the way at this moment, and say that he did not agree to give the sacred pattern leaves to the great master of the holy pattern tribe!?
Hong Yaozu, who took pictures of the sacred leaves, the Chilan Sect representative, and the general deacon of Tianfuxing all agreed, so he still needs to agree? Who the heck is he?!
The entire venue was silent, and countless eyes focused on Fang Yu with different expressions.
But all the monks present knew that no matter who this guy was... he was going to be in bad luck today!
Dare you say no in front of the Great Lord of the Holy Pattern Clan?
The entire Tiansha clan, not even the head of the Tiansha Mansion, is qualified!
At this moment, Zhixi, who was kneeling on one knee, looked at Fang Yu, her face turned slightly pale, and her beautiful eyes were full of shock.
She didn't expect that Fang Yu would step forward at this moment.
On the stage, He Xuan also had a look of shock on his face.
Although Fang Yu changed his appearance, he knew that this was Fang Yu.
The three sacred leaves were all sold by Fang Yu. He was supposed to earn more than 100 million yuan in original coins... but now he is giving them away for nothing. Of course he is not willing to do so!
If it were He Xuan, he might be so angry that he would vomit blood.
But the problem is, the other party is the venerable of the Holy Pattern Clan!
Facing this kind of existence, no matter how unwilling or angry...you have to endure it.
Otherwise, a more disastrous encounter will inevitably follow, and a greater price will be paid.
"So uncool..." He Xuan sighed inwardly.
In other places in the venue, Fang Shan, representatives of the Chilan Sect, representatives of the Sanye Sect, Hong Yaozu, etc. were all silently watching Fang Yu's every move.
"You, what are you doing!? Who are you?!" The chief deacon was pulled by Fang Yu's arm. He felt a huge force, his face changed drastically, and he shouted in panic.
"I said, I didn't agree to give up the divine pattern leaves to that guy." Fang Yu looked at the monks from the holy pattern tribe behind him with his hands behind his back and said lightly.
After saying this again, many monks in the venue were even more shocked.
This guy... really doesn’t want to live anymore!?
What on earth is he doing?
"The gift of the sacred pattern leaves to the great master requires your consent?! Who are you!?" The chief deacon looked ugly, glanced at the motionless monks from the holy pattern tribe behind him in fear, and said to Fang Yu in front of him.
"Who am I? Oh, I'm sorry." Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly, and his face immediately changed, revealing his original appearance.
Then, he looked at the chief deacon in front of him and said: "I am the seller of these three sacred leaves. Now you are taking my sacred leaves and borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha... Do you think I should come out and stop you?"
At this time, Fang Yu's eyes were already a little cold.
He grabbed the chief deacon's hand harder.
The chief deacon felt severe pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He looked at He Xuan on the stage.
"General Deacon, he is indeed the seller of the divine pattern leaves..."
At this time, He Xuan on the stage took a deep breath and said.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the monks present changed again, and the look in their eyes towards Fang Yu immediately changed.
It turns out that this is the seller who sells three divine leaves!
The representatives of various forces who came to participate in the auction today actually wanted to know who the seller of the divine pattern leaves was.
But Tian Fook Hong has always kept the identity of the seller secret, so even if they wanted to know, they would have no way to start.
But now, in this unexpected situation, the seller actually showed up!
He turned out to be such an ordinary monk!
How did he get so many divine leaves!?
Many monks present looked shocked.
At this moment, at the very back of the venue, a group of remnant organization members wearing black clothes and with threaded armor marks on their foreheads had their eyes changed.
They recognized it!
This is the human race that killed two of their members in that forest area and took away the divine pattern leaves!
This human race actually sold three divine pattern leaves at once!
He actually got so many divine leaves in that forest area!
"Your Majesty..." The seven subordinates looked at the leader together.
"Wait a minute, let's see what happens next..." The leader of the remnant organization had cold eyes, shook his head, and said through the message.
"Seller... so what about the seller!? This is the Great Lord of the Holy Pattern Clan, are you..." In front of the stage, the chief deacon's face was livid, and he stared at Fang Yu, with more confusion than anger in his eyes.
He didn't understand why Fang Yu came out to stop him at this moment!
Fang Yu also has a dark golden mark on his forehead, indicating that he is also a monk in the Tiansha clan!
Since everyone is a monk in the Tiansha clan, why are they coming out to embarrass him now?!
Doesn't Fang Yu know how disastrous the consequences will be if he confronts these venerable members of the Holy Pattern Clan?!
They simply cannot resist any monk from the Holy Pattern Clan!
As long as the opponent uses bloodline suppression, any monk in the subordinate ethnic group of the Tiansha Clan can be killed on the spot!
"This loss will be borne by our Tianfu Bank. We will return the compensation to you according to the starting price. Don't stop me anymore, otherwise... you and I will both be in trouble!" The chief deacon gritted his teeth and used his spiritual consciousness to give Fang Yu
Sound transmission.
"Originally I could earn more than 100 million, but now you tell me to compensate me 15 million, how can I accept it?" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said.
"You...you are really looking for death!" The chief deacon couldn't bear it anymore and pointed at Fang Yu and yelled!
Faced with the pressure from the Saint Pattern Clan, he had no choice!
Whatever the Lord of the Holy Pattern Clan wants, he must hand it over unconditionally!
In this incident, Tian Fuxing was also a victim!
They could have earned a share of more than 10 million original coins, but now they have to hand over 15 million original coins... They are also in pain!
But facing the venerable Saint Pattern Clan, they have no choice!
All the rules of the Tiansha Clan are used to restrain the Tiansha Clan itself.
These rules cannot restrain the Venerables of the Holy Pattern Clan who are several levels above them!
"You..." The chief deacon wanted to say something else.
"enough."
At this time, the Venerable Saint Pattern Tribe behind him spoke, his tone full of impatience.
He looked at Fang Yu, and saw a pair of sharp eyebrows on his handsome face.
"Your Majesty, don't pay attention..." the chief deacon said flatteringly.
"roll."
The Saint Pattern Clan venerable uttered one word and walked slowly towards Fang Yu.
When the chief deacon saw this scene, he immediately took a few steps back.
He looked at Fang Yu and shook his head.
It's no wonder that he is the one who is seeking his own death.
"Ta, ta, ta..."
The Venerable Saint Pattern Clan slowly came to Fang Yu and stood less than half a meter away.
He was taller than Fang Yu, so he looked condescendingly at Fang Yu.
His clothes, necklace, and medal inlaid with precious stones on his chest were all shining brightly, symbolizing his extremely noble status.
"I am Feng Wei, and I come from the bloodline of Feng Hong of the Holy Mark Clan." The venerable Saint Mark Clan said with a stern look in his eyes, "You should be from the Tiansha Clan, who is your last name?"
"My name is Fang Yu." Fang Ping said calmly.
"Fang Yu..." Feng Wei looked at Fang Yu, nodded slightly, then narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you the seller of the divine pattern leaves?"