Lu Zhanyang took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in his body.
Of course he knows not to act out of impulse!
If he squandered all the 30,000 top-quality spiritual stones, the elders would definitely have objections to law enforcement. He would definitely be punished by then, and even his father's release from seclusion might not be able to save him!
But it's one thing to know in my heart, it's another thing to watch Ye Feng take a picture of that fierce grass!
"Thirty thousand top-grade spiritual stones three times, the deal is done! Congratulations, Master Ye!"
Lu Zhanyang's hands were firmly embedded in the window lattice, his chest felt like it was exploding, and murderous intent was escaping.
Seeing that something was wrong with Lu Zhanyang, the young man on the side quickly came up and whispered a few words.
The next second.
Lu Zhanyang's eyes moved slightly and he turned to look at the young man.
The latter nodded immediately.
"Okay." Lu Zhanyang smiled ferociously, slammed the window shut and stopped looking below: "Just do as you say! Let's go!"
After taking two steps, the young man shouted.#@$&
"Holy Son, this jade hairpin."
"Give it to the Saint." Lu Zhanyang said, and went downstairs to leave without looking back!
Everyone in the audience was talking a lot, and they were all sighing at the profound foundation of Fengyun Sect, which even the Ziyao Holy Sect could not stop.
While they were talking, Leng Buding saw Lu Zhanyang coming down, and everyone immediately shut up and said no more in a sensible manner.
joke!%&(&
Do you really think they have no eyesight? Can't you see Lu Zhanyang's face?
As the young master of Fengyun Sect, Ye Feng can not be afraid of Lu Zhanyang, but they can't!
Therefore, when everyone saw Lu Zhanyang coming down, they turned their heads one after another, not daring to take another look for fear of being resented by the Ziyao Holy Sect.
But as everyone knows, this behavior of not having three hundred taels of silver here makes Lu Zhanyang feel even more angry!
He snorted coldly, rolled his sleeves and left.
soon.
The maid from Wancheng Auction House brought Lie Yincao in. Behind the maid was a disciple of the Ziyao Holy Sect.
As soon as the disciple came in, he saluted Lu Qingyan.
"Holy girl, this is the jade hairpin given to you by the Holy Son. Please accept it."
In fact, this is not the first time Lu Zhanyang has given her something.
It was the same in the past. Whenever she went out to travel and returned to the sect, Lu Zhanyang would always bring her something.
Lu Qingyan didn't think much about it. If the other party wanted to give it as a gift, she would accept it generously and wait for the right time to return some gifts.
But this time, Lu Qingyan said directly: "Send this thing back and tell your saint son that you don't need to send anything to me in the future. I can't afford it."
When the disciple heard this, his face turned pale, and then he knelt down suddenly and stumbled.
"Holy girl, please do accept it. If you don't accept it, the Holy Son won't be able to spare me if I go back."
Lu Qingyan refused to accept it, so the disciple had no choice but to retreat.
After all, this is Wancheng Auction House. With his status, he would not dare to cause trouble here.
Half an hour later.
Auction ends.
The female nun who had been presiding over the auction had just jumped off the auction platform, and Steward Du quickly stepped forward to meet her with a pale face.
"Little Ancestor, you must stop messing around in the future! If something happens, my old bones will never be able to bear it!"
The female cultivator took off the necklace she wore around her waist, and her delicate face instantly became beautiful and lively.
"Uncle Du, don't worry, as long as I'm here, my father won't punish you."
As she said that, the female cultivator glanced in the direction of the door. Ye Feng was no longer visible outside the door, so she looked back.
"Young Master Ye Feng of Fengyun Sect? Interesting."
The female cultivator murmured to herself. She had not forgotten Ye Feng's gaze that fell on the necklace around her waist just before he left.
soon.
A maid came up.
"Guanshi Du, this is Fengyun Sect's ticket, do you think it is?"
"Didn't you bring the ticket with you?" After hearing the words Fengyun Sect, the female cultivator smiled, raised her hand, and a spiritual energy overflowed from her palm and rolled the ticket into her hand. She glanced at Steward Du.
"I'll send it to him!"
After saying that, the female cultivator disappeared instantly.
When Guanshi Du saw this, it was too late to stop him, so he could only sigh helplessly!
"Hey! Miss!"
The other end.
Ye Feng, Lu Qingyan and his group were about to leave the city. He paused slightly and glanced around.
"Ye Feng, what's wrong? Is there anything you haven't done yet?"
Lu Qingyan had been paying attention to Ye Feng, and when she saw his footsteps stopped, she immediately shouted.
Ye Feng glanced at Lu Qingyan and shook his head slightly.
Lu Qingyan's eyes flashed, and she lowered her head thoughtfully.
The group of people kept walking towards the direction of leaving the city. However, although the city gate was right in front of them, they could not get past it.
After burning the incense, Pang Chong was the first to say.
"Young Master, there is a problem."
Ye Feng hummed. He had discovered something was wrong early on, although he didn't directly complain about it.
But he was observing all the way.
Although there is nothing wrong with the surrounding scene, if you pay a little attention, you can find that at the blacksmith stall next to the road, the shopkeeper is haggling with customers.
And the words they said were the same over and over again.
The surrounding scene was lively and a bit strange.
Pang Chong looked around vigilantly, protected in front of Ye Feng, and shouted loudly: "Young Xiaoxiao, you dare to be disrespectful to Fengyun Sect, instead of hiding your head and showing your tail, why not just come out and see him!"
No one answered.
The lively scene around him continued, as if no one heard Pang Chong's shout.
"It's a formation. I don't know much about formations, so I can't tell what kind of formation it is. However, I haven't heard when formation cultivators came to the city, and I don't know who did it."
Lu Qingyan was beside Ye Feng and whispered.
Who touched it?
This is simple.
Ye Feng smiled and shouted actively.
"I thought the Holy Son was so polite because he must have something to say to Ye. In that case, why not show up directly!"
Holy Son!
Lu Zhanyang?!
When Lu Qingyan heard this, her pupils shrank suddenly!
Is it really him? But why did Lu Zhanyang stop them here?
Thinking like this, Lu Qingyan suddenly remembered a detail!
It seems that there was indeed an formation cultivator who became a disciple of the Ziyao Holy Sect a year ago, but she had been keeping her ears to the outside and focused on her cultivation. She didn't think of it immediately just now.
Could it be that it was because Ye Feng took the Fiery Grass that Lu Zhanyang came after him?
Before Lu Qingyan could think clearly, an arrogant voice sounded.
"Master Ye, we meet again."
behind.
Lu Zhanyang appeared with a group of Ziyao disciples, and he looked straight at Ye Feng.
Although he didn't expect that Ye Feng was so smart and could guess him immediately. But since the other party called him out, he had nothing to hide.
From the beginning to the end, Lu Zhanyang never took Fengyun Sect seriously.
This is true for the Fengyun Sect who is declining day by day, and even more so for the young master of the Fengyun Sect who appears halfway!
He glanced at Lu Qingyan first, and then said coldly.
"Ye Feng, today I only want the Lieyincao plant in your hand. If you are wise, hand over the Lieyincao obediently, and I might let you go!"
"What if I don't pay?" Ye Feng was amused by Lu Zhanyang's tone of voice and couldn't help but ask one more question.
"Don't give it?" The smile on Lu Zhanyang's face gradually faded, and he no longer concealed his murderous intention towards Ye Feng: "If you don't give it, I will do it myself!"
When he takes action himself, no one can guarantee whether Ye Feng will die or be disabled.
Lu Qingyan took a step forward and stood directly in front of Ye Feng, frowning and snorting.
"Lu Zhanyang, you are fooling around! Even if you are the son of the sect master, if you dare to act recklessly, you will still be admitted to the Discipline Hall!"
"Kill Ye Feng, not to mention the Discipline Hall, even if you want to cross the cliff, I am willing to go there!!" Lu Zhanyang clenched his fists loudly and shouted loudly.
