Lu Zhanyang took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the hostility in his body.
Of course he knew that he could not act irresponsibly!
If he squandered all the 30,000 top-grade spirit stones, he might have any objections to the law enforcement, and he would inevitably be punished at that time. Even his father might not be able to protect him even if he came out of seclusion!
But I knew it was one thing in my heart, but it was another to watch Ye Feng take a picture of the Fiery Grass!
"Three times the 30,000 top-quality spirit stones, the deal is completed! Congratulations to Young Master Ye for the Sect Master!"
Lu Zhanyang's hands were embedded in the window frame tightly, his chest was as if it was explosive, and his murderous aura was everywhere.
Seeing that Lu Zhanyang was in a wrong state, the young man next to him hurriedly came up and whispered in a low voice.
Next second.
Lu Zhanyang's eyes moved slightly and turned his head to look at the young man.
The latter nodded immediately.
"Okay." Lu Zhanyang smiled grimly, and suddenly closed the window and stopped looking at it: "Just do what you said! Let's go!"
Taking two steps, the young man shouted.#@$&
"Son of the Holy Son, this jade hairpin."
"Give it to the saint." Lu Zhanyang said, and left without looking back!
Everyone in the audience was talking, all of whom were lamenting the depth of Fengyun Sect, and even the Zi Yao Holy Sect could not stop it.
As they were talking, they suddenly saw Lu Zhanyang coming down, and everyone immediately shut up and stopped talking.
joke!%&(&
Do you really think they don’t have the strength to see Lu Zhanyang’s face?
As the young master of Fengyun Sect, Ye Feng is not 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 a look at it for fear that they would be hated by the Zi Yao Holy Sect.
But little did not know that this behavior of not having any silver here made Lu Zhanyang feel even more angry!
He snorted coldly and left with his sleeves.
soon.
The maid from Wancheng Auction House sent Lie Yancao in, and behind the maid was a disciple of the Zi Yao Holy Sect.
As soon as the disciple came in, he bowed to Lu Qingyan.
"Saint, 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 an item.
The same was true in the past. Whenever Lu Zhanyang went out to travel and returned to the sect, he would always bring her something.
Lu Qingyan didn't think much about it. She asked the other party to give it away, so she took it openly and just returned some gifts when it was right.
But this time, Lu Qingyan said directly: "Send this thing back and tell your saint son to you. There is no need to send things to me in the future. This saint cannot afford it."
When the disciple heard this, his face turned pale, then he knelt down suddenly and said stutteringly.
"Saint, please accept it for ten thousand times. If you don't accept it, the Holy Son will not spare me when you go back."
Lu Qingyan insisted on not accepting it, so the disciple had to bite the bullet and retreat.
After all, this is Wancheng Auction House, and as his identity, he dare not cause trouble here at all.
Half an hour later.
The auction ends.
The female cultivator who had been hosting the auction had just jumped off the auction stand, and Manager Du quickly met with a pale face.
"Little ancestor, don't mess around in the future! If something happens, my old bones will never be able to bear it!"
The female cultivator took off the necklace worn by her waist, and her originally beautiful face instantly became beautiful and lively.
"Uncle Du, don't worry, with me here, my father will not punish you."
As she said that, the female cultivator looked towards the gate. Ye Feng was no longer seen outside the gate, and she then withdrew her gaze.
"Is the young leader of Fengyun Sect Ye Fengfeng? Interesting."
The female cultivator murmured to herself, she had not forgotten the gaze that fell on the necklace on her waist just before Ye Feng left.
soon.
A maid came up.
"Manager Du, this is Fengyun Sect's votes, do you think?"
"Didn't you bring it with you with your ticket?" Hearing the three words Fengyun Sect, the female cultivator smiled and raised her hand. A spiritual energy came out of her palm and brought it into her hand with you with your ticket. She glanced at Manager Du.
"I'll send it to him!"
After saying that, the female cultivator disappeared in an instant.
Seeing this, Manager Du was too late to stop him, so he could only sigh helplessly!
"Hey! Miss!"
The other end.
Ye Feng and Lu Qingyan and his group were about to leave the city, but he paused slightly and looked around.
"Ye Feng, what's wrong? Is there anything else I haven't finished?"
Lu Qingyan kept paying attention to Ye Feng, and immediately shouted when he saw his steps pause.
Ye Feng glanced at Lu Qingyan and shook his head slightly.
Lu Qingyan's eyes flashed and she lowered her head and thoughtful.
The group kept walking towards the direction of leaving the city, but the city gate was clearly in front of them, but they could not walk through it.
After a stick of incense, Pang Chong couldn't help but say.
"Young Sect Master, there is a problem."
Ye Feng nodded, and he found out that there was something wrong early in the morning, although he didn't directly call him.
But he was observing all the way.
Although there is no problem with the surrounding scene, you can find that the owner is bargaining with the customers at the iron stall next to the road.
And what they said was over and over again.
The surrounding scenes are a bit weird in the excitement.
Pang Chong looked around vigilantly, protected Ye Feng, and shouted loudly: "He Fangxiao, dares to be disrespectful to Fengyun Sect. Instead of hiding his head and showing his tail, it is better to come out and see him directly!"
No one answered.
The lively scenes around him continued, as if no one heard Pang Chong's shouting at all.
"It's a formation. I don't know much about formations. I can't tell what kind of formation it is. But I haven't heard of when the formation cultivator came to the city, and I don't know who made the move."
Lu Qingyan was next to Ye Feng and said in a low voice.
Who made a move?
This is simple.
Ye Feng smiled and shouted.
"I thought the Holy Son was so polite, so he must have something to say to Ye. Since that's the case, it's better to show up directly!"
Holy Son!
Lu Zhanyang?!
When Lu Qingyan heard this, her pupils suddenly shrank!
Is it really him? But why did Lu Zhanyang stop them here?
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyan suddenly remembered a detail!
A year ago, it seemed that a formation cultivator had indeed joined the Zi Yao Sheng Sect, but she had been turning a blind eye to the outside world and was devoted to practicing. She didn't remember it immediately just now.
Could it be that it was because Ye Feng took the Lie Yincao that Lu Zhanyang came to chase him?
Before Lu Qingyan could think clearly, an arrogant voice sounded.
"Young Master Ye, we're meeting again."
Behind.
Lu Zhanyang appeared with a group of disciples of the Zi Yao Holy Sect, and he looked at Ye Feng straight.
Although he didn't expect Ye Feng to be so smart and could guess him immediately. But since the other party called him Po, he had nothing to hide.
From beginning to end, Lu Zhanyang did not take Fengyun Sect seriously.
This is the case with a Fengyun Sect who is gradually declining, and this is even more true with the young master of Fengyun Sect who appears halfway!
He first glanced at Lu Qingyan, then said coldly.
"Ye Feng, today I just want the Fiery Grass in your hand. I will hand over the Fiery Grass in my hands. I may let you go!"
"What if I don't give in?" Ye Feng was amused by Lu Zhanyang's proper tone and couldn't help asking more questions.
"Don't give?" Lu Zhanyang's smile gradually calmed down, no longer hiding his murderous intent to Ye Feng: "If you don't give, I will do it myself!"
When he takes it personally, no one can guarantee whether Ye Feng is dead or disabled.
Lu Qingyan stepped forward and directly blocked Ye Feng, frowned and hummed.
"Lu Zhanyang, you are making trouble! Even if you are the son of the sect leader, if you dare to be arrogant, you will still have to enter the precepts hall!"
"Kill Ye Feng, let alone the precepts hall, I am willing to go even to Siguo Cliff!!" Lu Zhanyang's fists clattered and shouted violently.