Xue Wuji stared at Ye Wenchan with his cold eyes, and thought to himself: "With my strength, it is difficult for him to kill a strong man in the Moon Flying Realm so easily."
"What's more, I came to Tianque Ancient City this time to participate in the Tianxuan Project. If I get injured without even being on the Tianxuan List, it will be a huge loss."
Xue Wuji secretly thought to himself that he already knew that he was no match for Ye Wenchan. Once he made a move, he would be killed or injured, but deep down in his heart, he was unwilling to admit it.
Thinking of this, Xue Wuji immediately made a decision in his heart. He would not conflict with Ye Wenchan first and preserve his strength. He had more important things to do. Compared with getting on the Chosen List and being interviewed by the Realm Lord, it was just two junior brothers who died.
Nothing.
"Walk."
Xue Wuji gritted his teeth, stood up and left.
This scene made everyone's expressions freeze.
Gone?
Xue Wuji, just left like this?
He didn't dare to start a war with Ye Wenchan?
Many disciples in Ice and Snow City also turned blue.
Senior Brother Xue Wuji, I’m scared!
The young master they had always believed in was a god, but he actually gave up!
This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the morale of the disciples in Ice and Snow City!
"Walk!"
Xue Wuji, who had already stepped away, spoke again, with a cold voice that made the disciples of Ice and Snow City tremble.
The remaining disciples glared at Ye Wenchan one by one and lifted their steps helplessly.
They did not dare to disobey Xue Wuji's words, nor did they dare to provoke Ye Wenchan.
Because whether it is Xue Wuji or Ye Wenchan, they can kill them.
They don't want to die, but they want Xue Wuji to stand out. Why doesn't Xue Wuji understand this?
Of course, these disciples couldn't understand that Xue Wuji had always been domineering in Ice and Snow City. Anyone who dared to provoke him would definitely be in trouble. But this time, he actually gave up.
Is he really not as powerful as the other person?
"Be careful with this person."
Ye Wenchan looked at Xue Wuji's leaving figure and reminded Song Qing and others.
When he was in Chengyun Restaurant, it was Chu Tian who provoked Kui Ba first. Kui Ba said that it was okay to cause trouble, but not to step on him to get the position. Ye Wenchan agreed very much, so Ye Wenchan did not take action against Kui Ba.
As for Xue Wuji, he just provoked them for no reason, so Ye Wenchan took action against Xue Wuji.
Ye Wenchan is still willing to be reasonable.
Ye Wenchan watched Xue Wuji and others walking towards the Wanlong auction house, and couldn't help but smile. It turned out that everyone was here for the same place.
In front of the Bandung Auction House, there is a heavily guarded, majestic gate, and two huge golden Pixiu figures at the door, which are very domineering.
Ye Wenchan and others were about to enter when two guards at the door reached out to stop them.
"Sorry, we are a VIP venue tonight. If you don't have an invitation, please go back."
The guard said in a cold and unkind tone.
Ye Wenchan was slightly startled. Before he could speak, he heard someone behind him say: "They are my friends. I have an invitation here. Can I come in?"
Ye Wenchan turned around and saw a young man in rich clothes behind him, looking at him with a smile.
This young man has a very delicate appearance and a free and easy demeanor. Behind him, there are four or five followers, and an old man with white beard and hair, standing bowed.
The guard saw the other person and quickly bowed and said: "It turns out to be Mr. Ying. Since you are Mr. Ying's friend, please come in!"
Mr. Ying nodded slightly to Ye Wenchan and walked in first.
Ye Wenchan also nodded slightly to Mr. Ying.
After Mr. Ying walked into the door, he suddenly turned to Ye Wenchan and asked: "I'm Ying Yuehong, what do you call me?"
"Ye Wen Chan."
Ye Wenchan said calmly.
"Since Mr. Ye has no invitation, he must not have reserved a seat, right? I happen to have a private room here. If Mr. Ye doesn't give up, how about joining me?"
Ying Yuehong and Ye Wenchan asked.
"Doesn't this... bother you?"
Ye Wenchan hesitated slightly.
"No problem, please, sir."
Ying Yuehong enthusiastically gestured to Ye Wenchan.
Ye Wenchan nodded and walked inside.
"Master Ying is here."
"Mr. Ying, you are here too."
"Master Ying, are you planning to kill again tonight?"
"Mr. Ying, will you participate in this Heavenly Selection Plan?"
As soon as Ying Yuehong and others entered the auction house, many people immediately recognized Ying Yuehong and greeted him one after another. It was obvious that Ying Yuehong was a frequent visitor here.
"Coming."
"I would like to participate in the Tianxuan Project. The key is that I am not strong enough, but it would be good to go and have a look."
"Hahaha, Brother Luo, you are here too. How many things are you planning to buy today?"
"Okay, see you later, I'll go upstairs first."
Ying Yuehong obviously had a lot of friends. She greeted everyone and walked to the private room on the second floor.
Ye Wenchan followed Ying Yuehong into the private room, looked at the private room carefully, and couldn't help being slightly shocked.
This private room is huge and can accommodate hundreds of people!
The two groups of them combined were only ten people. Not only could they sit down, but they could also sit in the front row next to the railing.
Moreover, this private room has an excellent view. Sitting here, you can easily see the items on the auction table downstairs. The angle is absolutely correct.
"Brother Ye, is this your first time at the Bandung Auction House?"
"The timing of your arrival is really coincidental. There are several treasures to be auctioned in Bandung tonight, which will be an eye-opener."
Ying Yuehong invited Ye Wenchan to sit at the round table, and a waiter brought the best tea to the two of them.
Others were sitting in the back, looking around with curious eyes.
"Yes, seeing how familiar Young Master Ying is with this place, do you come here often?"
Ye Wenchan took a sip of tea and asked Ying Yuehong.