"You guys stay here, I'll come back as soon as I can."
Lin Yun warned everyone, and then said to Yasuo: "They will trouble you to protect them. Just tell me where the Changle Gate is."
The Tiansha Mountain Range is the area with the poorest resources in the Chaos Realm, so there are not many resources for cultivation here, and naturally there will be no major forces above the fourth level.
It is impossible for Martial Saint-level warriors to appear here, and even Martial Emperor-level warriors rarely move around in this generation. The warriors active in this area are basically from Martial King to Martial Sect level, so Lin Yun
It makes everyone feel relieved to stay here.
Yasuo looked at Lin Yun and slowly said: "Go east from here and walk three hundred miles to Changle Gate."
After Yasuo finished speaking, Lin Yun flew towards Changle Gate without looking back.
An hour later.
Lin Yun stood in front of the gate of Changle Gate and said expressionlessly to the two guards in front of the gate: "I'm here to buy the lifting of the ban, please let me know."
The Changle Clan is the lowest level force in the Divine Realm, which is equivalent to the status of the Lin family, where Lin Yun was born in this world, in the realm of thousands of countries.
But even so, the two guards guarding the door have reached the level of ninth-level martial arts masters.
Because the concentration of vitality in the Divine Realm is a hundred times that of the Tianwu Continent. Therefore, warriors living in the Divine Realm can reach the realm of martial arts masters when they reach adulthood, even if they just eat and drink every day.
There are even some geniuses with excellent qualifications who have already entered the realm of martial arts masters at the age of seven or eight.
As for adult warriors below martial masters, they are almost impossible to see in the God's Domain.
If you have not reached the level of a martial artist after adulthood, you will definitely become a well-known waste. This is just like the nature of being a first-level martial arts disciple in Tianwu Continent after adulthood.
When they heard Lin Yun say that he was coming to buy the lifting of the ban, the two guards looked at Lin Yun with disdain, as if they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Go in, the auction to lift the ban will begin soon." One of the guards said to Lin Yun lukewarmly.
Lin Yun didn't care about his attitude, and without even looking at them, he strode directly into the door and soon came to a hall.
When Lin Yun arrived at the entrance of the hall, Xiaosi came to greet him, "Young hero, are you here to buy the lifting of the ban?"
"Yeah." Lin Yun nodded and replied.
"Please come inside." Xiaosi said in a low voice when he saw Lin Yun nodding.
Lin Yun strode into the hall and found that there were five Eight Immortals tables in the hall, with only a few seats left. Their strength was generally at the Martial King realm, and only one person had reached the ninth level Martial King realm.
Lin Yun found a seat and sat down, waiting for the ban to be lifted and the auction to begin.
Half an hour later.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe and a green jade crown walked out from behind the scenes of the hall. He was obviously the head of the Changle Sect.
Lin Yun immediately radiated his spiritual consciousness to perceive the cultivation level of this gray-robed middle-aged man.
From the superficial perception, his cultivation is only at the level of the ninth-level Martial King. But in fact, if you look deeper, you can sense the aura hidden in his body, which is at least above the level of the third-level Martial King.
He obviously deliberately concealed his cultivation and took some kind of pill that could hide his cultivation.
The old man in gray robe came to the crowd, introduced himself and said: "I am the head of the Changle Sect, Yan Wuxi. I believe that everyone here is here to lift the ban."
"But there is only one piece of the lifting order, so I can only auction the lifting order. I will sell the lifting order to whoever pays a higher price."
After Yan Wuxi finished speaking, he took out a copper-like black token from the storage ring, and the simple atmosphere filled the air.
"The bidding starts at 10,000 yuan of low-grade raw stones, and each increase in price cannot be less than 1,000 yuan of low-grade raw stones."
After Yan Wuxi finished speaking, everyone present began to shout out prices.
"Eleven thousand low-grade Yuan stones!"
"Twelve thousand low-grade Yuan stones!"
"Fifteen thousand low-grade Yuan stones!"
"Twenty thousand low-grade Yuan stones!"
…
Everyone here rushed to grab it as if they had seen a rare treasure, and the lifting price was quickly raised to 50,000 low-grade Yuan stones.
Lin Yun just sat calmly in his seat, neither calling out the price nor speaking, just sitting quietly, like an outsider who stayed out of the matter.
Because Lin Yun knew very well that even bidding would be meaningless.
Since Yan Wuxi deliberately concealed his cultivation, he must have planned to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. And the "tigers" he wanted to eat were precisely the people who were bidding.
Sure enough, just as Lin Yun expected, when the auction was in full swing, the sound of things breaking could be heard outside the hall, and then dozens of figures rushed into the hall menacingly.
The dozens of people who broke into the hall were obviously members of the Changle Sect, and their cultivation levels were almost all at the King of Martial Realm.
Seeing these Changlemen members suddenly barging in, everyone present's expressions changed drastically and they all stood up from their seats.
"Master Yan, what do you mean?" one of the young men asked Yan Wuxi.
Yan Wuxi did not speak, but pocketed the lifting order, and then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a sneer of a successful conspiracy.
Seeing Yan Wuxi's actions and expression, everyone here immediately understood.
This bastard has no intention of auctioning to lift the ban. He deliberately spreads the news of selling to lift the ban, just to attract them, casual cultivators, to kill people and steal goods!
The auction just held was just to test the financial resources of everyone present.
Unlike the Tianwu Continent, the Divine Realm does not have any kingdoms, only families, sects, and holy lands.
There is no kingdom, and naturally there will be no kingdom laws. Without these constraints and restrictions, the strong can kill without restraint. The law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest are vividly reflected here.
If you are a person with a powerful background, you can use your power as a trump card to save your life. But for those casual warriors who have no power, no one will stand up for them even if they die.
"Yan Wuxi, you are so despicable!" A bearded man stood up, pointed at Yan Wuxi's nose and cursed.
He is the only warrior among the casual cultivators present who has reached the ninth level of Martial King, so he is the only one who dares to stand up.
Yan Wuxi didn't care about the words of the bearded man. He directly said to everyone present in a strong tone: "Hand over all the valuable things on your body to me obediently, and I can keep your whole body."
"Dream!" The bearded man shouted loudly, and then he drew his sword and rushed towards Yan Wuxi.
However, as soon as he rushed in front of Yan Wuxi, he was knocked backwards by Yan Wuxi's palm. In a blink of an eye, all the seats in the hall were scattered, and then he flew directly out of the hall and hit the corridor heavily...