One of the few top auction houses in Dongling Realm.
Although it is not the most luxurious, it is the most eye-catching.
Because here, all items for auction are regardless of origin or past...
Most of the hidden treasures will appear in this bloody auction house. Moreover, the background of the bloody auction house is also mysterious and powerful enough.
There was once a half-step Wuhou who took an auction for an item but refused to pay for it. As a result, before he could even burn a stick of incense, he knelt down at the entrance of the Blood Night Auction House and had one of his hands chopped off.
It is said that the owner behind the Bloody Auction House is one of the top ten figures on the Dongling Wuhou Ranking!
In the darkness, Lin Huang followed Feng Wanli and looked up at the huge circular building in front of him, standing in the center of the Blood Triangle like a huge fortress.
Blood Auction House!
The lights were brightly lit in the venue, and the roar of thousands of people spread like ocean waves.
Countless people walked in in a hurry, most of them wearing cloaks or hats.
Feng Wanli was covered in blood robes as reported by the outside world. He turned to Lin Huang who was wearing a dark cloak and said:
“Hopefully we’ll all get something out of tonight!”
As the two of them entered the auction house, their line of sight became wider and brighter. The huge auction house had a circular structure and was divided into upper and lower floors.
The lower level is a staircase with enough seats for thousands of people. It is already filled with people, most of them dressed as warriors. The aura they exude casually condenses into the venue, like a vast ocean.
On the upper level, there are private rooms arranged one after another, with bead curtains lightly covering them and a faint fragrance floating around. Most people are not qualified to go up.
As one of the major overlords of the Blood Triangle, Feng Wanli naturally has his own exclusive box.
"Long time no see, Chief of the Alliance. Thank you for coming to support me. I wonder which treasure you have chosen this time?"
When the two of them went upstairs, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman came up to them with a smile on his face.
"Manager Ming, do you have to be interested in something when you come here? Miss Hongxiu is the biggest treasure in the auction house. I wonder when I can buy it back?"
Feng Wanli cupped his hands and smiled, his eyes looking around, as if searching for the 'Miss Hongxiu' in his mouth.
"The leader of the alliance is really good at joking. Hong Xiu is just an auctioneer in the venue, how can he catch the eye of the leader of the alliance?" Manager Ming said with a smile, leading Feng Wanli upstairs, followed by Lin Huang.
As soon as the three of them stepped upstairs, Lin Huang frowned and felt a sinister wind lingering around him, with a biting chill, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.
Lin Huang and Feng Wanli raised their heads at the same time, looking at the source of the cold aura ahead.
A middle-aged man with a lean figure. The brown robe is draped around his body, making him appear a bit loose, but it does not reduce his deep feeling at all. His eyes are slightly sunken than those of ordinary people, but they are as sharp as an eagle!
Behind the middle-aged man was a young man in a purple shirt, who looked cold and slightly proud.
Next to the middle-aged man, there was a rickety old man with his hands folded into his sleeves and squinting his eyes as if he was concentrating. His wrinkled old face looked sickly pale.
Lin Huang's expression remained unchanged, but his mood suddenly rose.
Lin Huang didn't recognize the middle-aged man and the young man in purple shirt, but the old man's face had already been engraved in Lin Huang's bones.
Han Qixiu!
Han Ming's master.
A third-level formation master of Tianlei Sect.
Back in the Great Xia Dynasty, he was the one who teamed up with the people from Fengyu Tower to surround him and Shen Diexin. As a result, he met Xiao Yishan and had a meridian ripped out of him.
Han Qixiu's gloomy eyes glanced at Lin Huang, and then moved away. Although he knew clearly that this so-called Lin Changsheng was Lin Huang, he still pretended not to recognize him.
After all, he was very embarrassed when word spread about what happened in the Daxia Dynasty.
"Pavilion Master Song, you're all right. I accidentally snatched your treasure last time, so I hope you don't mind." Feng Wanli looked at the middle-aged man in brown robes at the head, cupped his hands and said with a smile.
The middle-aged man in brown robe was not angry, but a stiff smile appeared on his face, "Since ancient times, treasures have been bought by those with the highest price, so what's the point? I hope the leader of the alliance won't be angry later."
"That's good." Feng Wanli kept perfunctory, and then his eyes stayed on Han Qixiu and said: "I don't know what to call this senior. There is such a big shot in the Blood Triangle, and this alliance leader doesn't know about it. I'm really ashamed!"
"Why should a nameless person matter?"
Han Qixiu spoke hoarsely, her voice as light as water, not wanting to be sealed away thousands of miles away.
Song Yuanyang showed a proud smile on his face and said:
"Old Han is the elder in the family. It is normal for the alliance leader not to know. But Lin Changsheng, the little brother next to the alliance leader, surprised me. At such a young age, he could kill Tianyuan alone in front of the Blood Triangle. Tsk tsk tsk... …It’s true that a hero comes from a boy!”
Song Yuanyang cast his gaze on Lin Huang and raised a playful smile on his lips.
Hearing this, the young man behind Song Yuanyang also looked at Lin Huang, then smiled coldly, shook his purple robe, "He's just a guy in the personal realm!"
"Don't dare take it!"
Lin Huang raised his head and smiled calmly. Although he still didn't know the identity of the latter, but for someone called 'Song Pavilion Master' to pay so much attention to him...
I'm afraid it's because of bad intentions.
"Why don't you dare to do it? Before Jia Wuhou died, he could entrust his beloved daughter and the ancient scrolls to you. He must be extraordinary. I'm afraid that in a few years, Lin Changsheng's name will be spread throughout the Eastern Spirit Realm."
Song Yuanyang squinted and smiled, his eyes falling on Lin Huang and refusing to move away, as if he wanted to see something from Lin Huang.
"Mountain and River Ancient Scrolls?"
Lin Huang frowned, anger quickly rising on his face. He stared angrily at Han Qixiu with his eyes, clenching and loosening his fists, then loosening and clenching them again, as if he was trying his best to restrain the anger in his heart, and then...
Lin Huang picked up an apple and threw it at Han Qixiu!
"presumptuous!"
Two loud sounds sounded at the same time, one from Feng Wanli and one from Song Yuanyang.
But the apple hit Han Qixiu's nose with a loud bang. After all, no one expected that Lin Huang would suddenly do such a thing.
This is so unreasonable.
We are all adults, so what if you hit someone with an apple?
Moreover, the person who was hit looked like a sick cat, but even Feng Wanli couldn't see the depth of the latter.
"You are the first one to hit me with an apple!"
Han Qixiu opened his eyes and stared at Lin Huang indifferently. He could not see the sadness or joy. His dying look quietly made the air feel colder.
"You, the Tianlei Sect, stole my Mountain and River Ancient Scroll, so what if I hit you, an old dog, with an apple?"
Lin Huang said angrily, looking completely stunned.
Lin Huang is not a good actor. Anyone can see that he is probably just pretending to look like this. But this is not important. What is important is what Lin Huang said.
This old man comes from the Tianlei Sect.
Tianlei Sect snatched the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers.
There are only two pieces of information in one sentence, but the twists and turns can create countless associations.
Most of the forces in the Blood Triangle have no contact with outside forces. But Han Qixiu appeared next to Song Yuanyang, which was tricky.
And the ancient scrolls on mountains and rivers.
…
As soon as Lin Huang finished speaking, the atmosphere in the venue became very subtle. An unusually fierce murderous intention flashed in Han Qixiu's confused eyes.
Feng Wanli also frowned.
Even Song Yuanyang looked at Han Qixiu suspiciously.
"Is what Lin Huang said true or false?"
"The ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers are in the hands of Tianlei Sect?"
"What is the relationship between Tiansong Pavilion and Tianlei Sect? Are they in conflict?"
…
Many speculations are popping up in everyone's minds.
"Young kid, how dare you talk nonsense here? Today I will teach you what it means to be careful in your words and deeds." Han Qixiu stared at Lin Huang, her dry voice extremely gloomy.
A pair of withered old hands slowly stretched out.
Lin Huang was immediately restrained by an invisible force, unable to move, as if there were a pair of big hands around his neck, pinching him tightly.
In just one breath, the terrifying aura surrounding Lin Huang dissipated like flowing clouds, and Feng Wanli slowly stood in front of Lin Huang and said with a sneer:
"Elder Han, you seem to have forgotten where this place is!"
Feng Wanli stretched out his hand and pointed at a corner not far away. He saw the former manager Ming standing there with an honest face, a smile on his face.
Han Qixiu slapped her palms, her brows filled with anger.
"The auction is about to start, so we won't interrupt." Seeing Han Qixiu's hesitation, Feng Wanli smiled perfunctorily, and then led Lin Huang away in a swaggering manner.
"That guy's name is Song Yuanyang. The master of Tiansong Pavilion is one of the four overlords of the Blood Triangle. He can be called my old enemy." After leaving Song Yuanyang and others, Feng Wanli's blood-colored robes contained a legend.
Make a gentle voice.
"The young man following him is called Song Chen! He can be called the leader of the young generation in the Blood Triangle. He is a disciple of Piaoxue Palace, and his strength cannot be underestimated."
"Piaoxue Palace?"
Lin Huang's footsteps paused slightly, and he couldn't help but turn around and forget to look at the young man named Song Chen, only to find that the latter was looking at him faintly, his eyes floating unsteadily, which made Lin Huang suddenly feel dangerous.
Then, Lin Huang turned his head and smiled, not caring too much in his heart. He would leave the Blood Triangle after tonight, and he probably wouldn't have much interaction with these two people.
He likes to be alone, but he is not afraid of anything coming to him.
"As for that old man, you should know more than this alliance leader." Feng Wanli then said:
"You can be as arrogant as you want in the auction house. After all, you can't use force here, but you have to be careful when you leave the auction house. That old guy looks like an old dog who is bound to retaliate."
Lin Huang nodded, keeping an eye on it.
Not long after the two entered the box, a melodious bell sounded in the venue, spreading like a tide and covering every corner.
Immediately, the auction house gradually became quiet.
Lin Huang looked around from the box and could say that he had an unobstructed view of the auction hall below. There were thousands of people sitting in the place, all of whom had considerable strength. Lin Huang estimated that 80% of them were warriors from the Earth Realm.
At this moment, their eyes were focused on the entrance of the auction stage, as if they were waiting for something, and even their breathing was a lot heavier.
A pair of eyes, faintly green.
Lin Huang in the box was also curious. Presumably what everyone was anxiously waiting for at this moment was not the so-called treasures, but the 'Miss Red Sleeves' that Feng Wanli was talking about.
And everyone's waiting was answered within a moment.
Suddenly, the lights in the auction house dimmed!
A woman in a crimson dress slowly walked onto the auction stage, carrying her jade feet. Her enchanting figure, like a water snake, looked even more charming under the bright lights of the auction...