In the side hall where the Holy Land of Light is located, Chen Feng's face was as gloomy as water, and violent auras vaguely rippled out from his body. The many disciples of the Holy Land of Light in the side hall all looked pale, and even the atmosphere was pale.

Dare not take a breath.

Although the Holy Land of Light is wealthy, seven thousand spiritual fluids is still a large number for Chen Feng.

The most important thing is that this time he only carried more than 200 bottles of spiritual liquid, and less than half of it was gone at this time. I am afraid that they will miss Lingtian's order!

And this, after all, is still his fault.

"Holy Son..."

Behind Chen Feng, an older disciple frowned and looked a little ugly.

Chen Feng squeezed his hands tightly. This time, the gains were not worth the losses. He wanted to deliberately embarrass Qin Yichen, but he suffered even greater losses.

He is angry!

However, this is Guyulou, and even he can only break his teeth and swallow it.

"Damn boy, once you leave the Holy City, I want you to double the compensation!"

Chen Feng suppressed the evil spirit in his heart, but his eyes were still gloomy and terrifying. Fortunately, he vaguely felt that he needed the things he bought with these seven thousand spiritual fluids.

"Don't worry, Holy Son. They only have Mu Yanfeng in Taihao Holy Land. I will help the Holy Son hold him down later. By then, won't that kid be at your mercy?"

Beside Chen Feng, several disciples said with a sinister smile on their lips.

After hearing this, the gloomy Chen Feng calmed down a little. He sneered and looked at the auction table again.

At this time, the auction was obviously coming to an end.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the final item finally slowly appeared on the auction stage. This time, it was not a beautiful maid who brought it up, but an old man with white beard and white hair.

With the appearance of this old man, the atmosphere in the entire auction venue suddenly condensed, as if the air had become extremely heavy due to his appearance.

"Half Saint...is he the one who spoke before?"

Qin Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly admired the heritage of Ancient Jade Tower in his heart.

A jade pendant that looked like a key was placed on the auction table, attracting countless fiery glances.

Just thinking about the inheritance of Great Sage Lingtian makes countless people crazy.

If it weren't for the unparalleled oppression brought by the old man next to it, everyone would know rationally that taking action here would be tantamount to seeking death. I'm afraid many people would still be unable to resist robbing it.

Yilin on the auction stage bowed respectfully to the old man, and then said slowly: "Lingtian's order, the auction price is 10,000 spiritual liquid!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was stunned, and then, the sound of gasping for air could be heard.

Ten thousand spiritual fluids, such a huge amount, may only be produced by the top forces.

As expected, only big forces are qualified to get this kind of thing.

When he heard the auction price, Qin Yichen couldn't help but look at Mu Yanfeng. Sure enough, the latter let out a long sigh, obviously knowing that even if he didn't lend Qin Yichen the spiritual fluid, he probably wouldn't be able to fight for it.

Although the price is so high that it deters countless people, there are still many big forces who have been prepared to compete for it.

Moreover, this competition is more intense than before, because many top forces in the front are hiding their capabilities and biding their time, waiting for this moment.

For a time, in the auction venue, the voices of several top powers rose and fell from time to time, and the rising prices also made countless people excited.

In just a few minutes, the price of Lingtian's Order has already reached a high of 17,000 spiritual fluids. At this time, except for Xuanwu Holy Land and Zhaotian Holy Land, no one can compete with it anymore.

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The Holy Land of Light has lost its qualification to compete because Chen Feng spent 7,000 spiritual fluids to purchase the killing weapon.

In the end, Lingtian's Order was acquired by Xuan Mingge, the Quasi-Saint Son of Xuanwu Holy Land, for a price of nineteen thousand.

This terrifying price made countless forces marvel at it. Sure enough, Xuanwu Holy Land traveled thousands of miles to come here for this Lingtian order.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yanfeng secretly shook his head. At this time, he knew the gap between Taihao Holy Land and other Holy Lands.

After all, like other holy lands, places like the City of Holy Lands, all kinds of income are equally divided among several holy lands. However, among the three holy lands of the Holy Lands, Taihao Holy Land can only compete for ten.

One-third of the income rights, and even lost to other top forces several times.

Ultimately, the foundation of Taihao Holy Land is too weak.

"Holy Son, why don't you bid?"

In the side hall of Zhaotian Holy Land, an elder asked Lin Fengying with some confusion.

Nineteen thousand spiritual fluids, although this is a huge number, but this time, the Holy Lord of Zhaotian Holy Land has made full plans. Although this price is unacceptable, it is not the bottom line of Zhaotian Holy Land.

"Haha, Lingtian's order to Xuanwu Holy Land is not a bad thing."

Lin Fengying smiled calmly and said.

The elder beside Lin Fengying looked at Lin Fengying with a puzzled look on his face.

"The Order of Lingtian is the inheritance of the Great Sage Lingtian. Although he is called the Great Sage Lingtian, the word "Great Sage" is just the honorific title given to the Saint Lingtian by the world. He just broke through the shackles of the Saint.

That's all, how can he be called a great saint?"

"The Holy Master has investigated the Lingtian Order and found that the amount of true energy that can be contained in it is below the honorable level. In other words, perhaps only those in the imperial realm who hold the Lingtian Order can enter it.

of inheritance.”

"Although our Holy Land is full of talents, the disciples below the rank of honor are also a bit ordinary, and there are very few outstanding ones. A Lingtian Token is enough."

Lin Fengying smiled lightly, shook his head and said.

While everyone was talking about it, the auction in the venue had ended. In the end, Lingtian's Order fell into the hands of Xuan Mingge from Xuanwu Holy Land for a price of 19,000 drops of spiritual liquid.

As the closing bell rang, many people in the auction venue sighed, looking enviously at Xuan Mingge who had pocketed Lingtian's order.

While everyone was still reminiscing about the auction and Yilin's smiles, Qin Yichen stood up with a calm expression and turned around with Feng Qianxue.

Chen Feng looked at their backs with a cold look in his eyes.

"Send someone to keep an eye on that kid. I want to know his every move. Although I can't do anything blatantly in the City of All Saints, as soon as they leave, I will immediately let him know that some people are not something he can offend!"

Chen Feng's cold voice sounded.
Chapter completed!