The cold laughter echoed in the auction hall, but it made many people's expressions change a little. They could feel the strong murderous intent mixed in the laughter.

Mu Su leaned back like an outsider, leaned slightly towards the young man, and asked in a low voice: "Why did he look like you killed him?"

"It's not me, it's you..." The young man kept calm forcibly.

Mu Su suddenly remembered the fact that he called Lin Gan, and then was shocked from morning to night: "I killed his mother?"

"Not..." The young man explained with a grim temper. The two of them in the distance kept surging from their bodies, and they wanted to dance immediately.

"Who killed his mother?" Mu Su was puzzled.

"No one killed his fuck! You had a conflict with him before..."

The Youth briefly tells the conflict between Mu Su and Fengyun Dance Academy when Mu Su cuts out the game plot automatically.

Mu Su asked tentatively: "So no mother was injured?"

"What do you always think about other people's mother?"

When the young man was about to be driven crazy by double pressure, Mu Su changed the topic: "Can you kill someone?"

"What are you talking about? Of course not!"

"But he just finished saying he wanted my life."

"This is just a threatening method. He wants to defeat you by dancing."

"I understand, I'll say harsh words."

As the eight consecutive championships of the Federal Talent Competition, no one knows better how to make the other party’s mentality unbalanced than Mu Su.

Everyone looked at Mu Su who was standing up, raised his buttocks and his palms passed between his buttocks.

He whispered coldly, and now he echoed over the Jinglai Arena.

"I'm going to settle your ass!"

The uproar spread out, and in different sights, Mu Su sat down with a gloomy expression.

He always let others take the blame, but today he actually took the blame for others!

...

"That boy must not be let go. At that time, I will dance in front of him for three days and three nights to completely destroy his Wuzhi!" At this time, the strong man holding a loudspeaker in Fengyun Dance Academy smiled grimly.

"After the ninth-grade dance skills, they are all miscellaneous fish, you can do it." The other man said indifferently.

Kong Zhao's mouth became more and more ferocious. Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly moved. He raised his head and looked at the huge platform in the center of the auction house. There, a man in gray walked out slowly, his face was unpredictable, and he was not afraid of it.

Countless eyes were staring at each other with a slight touch.

"He is the person arranged by the super sect to guard Wanecheng, named Tang Yue." The young man said on the side.

"I don't need to say much about the rules of the auction. In the auction hall, any dance fights are prohibited. Violators, whether they are super dance academy or low-level nightclubs, will be expelled. If they commit another crime, they will be deprived of the qualification to participate in the Hundred Dance War. Everyone, you can

Is it clear?

The middle-aged man put his hands behind him, his eyes swept across the audience with a faint voice, and a powerful voice rumbled in everyone's ears through the loudspeaker.

"Then, the auction in Wane City will begin!"

The platform rose behind Tang Yue, and everyone looked at it, and even their breathing became slightly rapid. A dense scroll of rice, red and green flowers fan was filled with rice, red and green flowers.

"The first auction item, sixth grade dance skills, yangko dance."

The middle-aged man raised a high platform behind him, and a simple and dense scroll slowly rose up. The words "Yangge" were written on it, and two cloth fans were placed next to it, one on the side was red and the other on the other was green.

Tang Yue grabbed the cloth fan, flipped his palm, and stepped on the four sides. Sometimes he was mighty and mighty, sometimes soft and pretty, which attracted many people to be moved.

After the demonstration of the fifth-grade dance skills, Tang Yue said calmly: "Fifth-grade dance skills, yangko, auction price, 300,000 dance power value."

“Thirty-two thousand.”

This yangko dance is indeed far more than many similar dance skills. Because of its many changes, fighting with others will undoubtedly gain a lot of advantages. So soon after Tang Yue finished speaking, someone immediately spoke.

“Thirty-five thousand.”

“…”

"What is the dance power value?"

Mu Su poked the restless young man.

"What?"

"What is the dance power value?"

"I don't understand..."

"What is the dance power value?"

Dance power value, the common currency of the mainland fighting dance, is generated by the dancer when dancing on a dance machine. The stronger the dancer, the more dance power value it generates.

The reason why the dancer's status is so noble is that it has the dance power value.

Mu Suxin said that this bad worldview was actually self-justified.

While speaking, the yangge dance has been called to nearly 500,000 dance power, and the speed has slowed down, as if it is about to be filmed.

"Five hundred thousand!"

At this moment, Mu Su's lazy shouting echoed at the auction house.

Tang Yue's eyes paused on Mu Su, nodding slightly, saying, "Is there any bid? Then congratulations to the dancer."

The next several auctions were still some powerful dance skills above the fifth grade. As the items auctioned gradually became rare, the atmosphere in the auction venue should have become more and more high, but a lazy shout kept appearing.

The auction will be over.

"Eight hundred thousand!" Mu Su raised his arm.

"Six hundred thousand!" Mu Suda stretched his waist as he yawned.

"One million!" Mu Su grabbed the young man's arm and raised it.

"One hundred and forty-five thousand and forty!" Mu Su shouted.

Tang Yue and many guests looked strange, Mu Su took the lot again. Immediately, the penultimate lot was raised to the platform.

The mysterious song suddenly rang out.

"It's New Year in the first lunar month, and the first day of the New Year's Day~ Every household is reunited, the young one wishes the old ones a happy new year~ no matter who men or women~ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

When people were fascinated, Tang Yue's voice sounded calmly: "Seventh-grade music, "Little New Year's greetings", auction price, one million dance power value."

Not surprisingly, with a burst of surprise and unwillingness, Mu Su won the "Little New Year's greetings" with two million dancing power.

After the auction was over, there was a strange commotion in the venue. The sky was so hot that it was almost hot, with greed and expectation, all shot towards the auction table, and finally condensed on the rising scroll.

This is the real thing at the Wanecheng auction!

Nine-grade dance skills!

"Everyone, next is the last auction item at this auction..." Tang Yue did not keep it a secret and directly revealed the final item: "Nine-grade dance skills, street dance!"

Tang Yue's heated voice completely ignited the auction house, and the atmosphere suddenly reached its climax!

At this time, a discordant voice came slowly.

"Let's go... Senior Tang Yue, before the auction starts, I hope you can check a villain..."

Fengyun Dance Academy, Kong Shu stared at Lin Gan with a gloomy face and sneered: "Lin Gan has taken more than 10 million dance power items, but as far as I know, he is just from a remote area called Dynamic Town.

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"You're in charge!" Mu Su shouted.

But Tang Yuewang came: "My friend, I wonder if you can pay the dance power value of the previous lots first?"

"You're so worried about it..."

Mu Su gritted his teeth and shouted softly.

The guards at Yu Guang Auction were approaching. Seeing that the situation was not right, Mu Su made a quick decision and immediately left his character idle.
Chapter completed!