At this time, the auction in the auction hall continued. The curtain was lifted after the auction platform, and two figures walked out from behind the curtain. One of them was the old man just now, while the other was chained with hands and feet, and at the same time, a huge domineering word was imprinted on his face.

The word "dominant" and his scattered long hair made him feel a little domineering and very cold.

"Slave Martial Artsman."

Lin Feng's eyes were slightly condensed. As expected, even slave martial artists were auctioned off in this auction.

People can actually be auctioned as wild animals.

At this time, the crowd looked at the slave martial artist and kept crying out, especially those who often went to the prison arena, with a flash of burning color flashing in their eyes.

"Badao, it's Badao."

Finally, the Badao was taken out for auction. Many of them had been waiting for a long time.

The old man glanced at the crowd and saw the excitement in the crowd's eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Badao, sixth level of spiritual martial arts realm, and his record in the prison arena is 81 wins."

The old man's indifferent voice made the crowd's heart tremble suddenly. Eighty-one victory was so terrifying. There was no defeat in the eighty-one battles. It was so terrifying that he killed 81 martial artists of the same level.

Lin Feng's heart was also trembling slightly. A few simple words were simply won, but behind him mean that eighty-one martial artists at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm died in the hands of Badao. Eighty-one strong people at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Arts were definitely a terrifying number. With the blood of eighty-one strong people of the same level, they created the current Badao.

"I won't say much about his value. Everyone just needs to understand that it will be a matter of time before Badao enters the Xuanwu realm. At that time, he can have a slave martial arts practitioner comparable to the eight masters. You can imagine it." The old man smiled indifferently and said, "Bdao, the auction price is at the lowest price, two hundred medium-grade Yuan stones, now, the auction begins."

As the old man finished speaking, the eyes of the crowd suddenly became hot, and he stared at the Badao tightly. Yes, in the future, this will be a beautiful figure like the eight young masters. If he were his slave martial arts practitioner, how might he be.

As if he noticed the fiery heat of the crowd's eyes, Badao's head slowly raised, and suddenly, a sharp sword-like mood burst out, extremely sharp and domineering, pricking the eyes of the crowd. Just this gaze was like a ray of sword light that could hurt people.

The eyes of Badao swept across the crowd and fell on Lin Feng. When they touched the eyes of Badao, Lin Feng's body trembled slightly, and in his eyes, there was also a look of arrogant sharpness that rushed out. The sharpness, extremely sharpness, as if it was about to pierce everything.

This is the artistic conception of the sword.

Badao's eyes stopped on Lin Feng, and the two of them met in the air. The sword arts collided with the sword intent, and an invisible sharp aura filled the space.

But soon Badao's eyes moved away, which made Lin Feng feel relieved, but his heart trembled secretly.

"What a great sword intent, this slave martial artist has mastered the sword's power, and has a deep understanding."

Lin Feng thought to himself, no wonder the opponent was able to win 81 wins and no defeat. His understanding of the situation was much stronger than that of Mu Fan. In addition, this situation was a sword force, and there were almost no opponents at the same level.

Unless someone is like him, not only understands the momentum, but also reaches the state of incomprehension, he can suppress the other party's dominance.

The young man behind Lin Feng's eyes were full of fiery eyes. He had killed 81 strong men of the same level as the Lingwu Realm, and was so attractive. If he could get it, he might really have a slave in the Xuanwu Realm in the future. How might he be at that time.

"Three hundred medium-grade Yuan stones." At this time, someone offered a bid and directly increased the first hundred medium-grade Yuan stones.

"Five hundred medium-grade Yuan Stones." Another voice rang out, without any hesitation. The price was quite low.

A slave martial arts cultivator with the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm may not be of high value, but a slave martial arts cultivator who killed 81 strong men of the same level is more than ten times more valuable, and a future Xuanwu Realm slave cannot estimate his value.

"One thousand medium-grade Yuan stones."

Another indifferent voice sounded, which made Lin Feng's heart twitch. These people were so rich that there were only tens of thousands of medium-grade Yuan stones in his storage stone ring. Lin Feng thought there were a lot of them, but at this time he discovered that he was pitifully poor.

This is just now the offer, perhaps the value of this slave martial artist might have ruined his entire life.

"Five thousand medium-grade Yuan stones."

As soon as Lin Feng's thought came to life, a sound rang out, making his eyes condense.

Five thousand medium-grade Yuan stones, this number is so terrifying that you can practice at will in the cultivation tower.

Moreover, the voice came from behind Lin Feng. The bidder was the young man surnamed Meng.

The crowd was stunned when they heard this voice, and many people smiled bitterly. Five thousand medium-grade Yuan stones were not something they could afford, and the price was high enough.

When the old man saw the crowd, he was silent and smiled and said, "Meng Shao's good eyesight, he bid for 5,000 medium-grade Yuan stones. This is a future slave of Xuanwu Realm. I wonder if there are anyone else who bids for it."

The old man's voice was tempting, but the crowd was still silent. The Xuanwu Realm in the future, but it is not yet now. The 5,000 medium-grade Yuan Stone is so terrifying.

"Five thousand and one medium-grade Yuan stone."

At this moment, a calm voice sounded, causing the crowd's eyes to tremble, and his eyes looked at the VIP area. The person who spoke was the one who broke the stone table with one punch, Lin Feng.

The young man's pupils contracted slightly, staring at Lin Feng's figure, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Five thousand one hundred medium-grade Yuan stones."

"Five thousand one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was still so calm.

The crowd showed a look of watching the show. It seemed that Lin Feng had done it on purpose, adding only one medium-grade Yuan stone at a time.

"Five thousand and five hundred middle-grade Yuan stones." The young man's expression became colder and colder, and he said slowly.

"Five thousand five hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was calm and his eyes were still calm.

The young man's face became a little ferocious, and at this moment, the man in the gray robe beside him called him.

"Young master, auction is just one of the means."

The young man's eyes stagnated and then he showed a cold smile. Yes, if you want to get this slave martial arts cultivator, you don't have to have to auction it.

The crowd's eyes trembled, and these words were undoubtedly intimidating Lin Feng.

The young man did not bid anymore. After a moment, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said, "Congratulations, now, you can take the Badao away."

"Put it in the backstage first, you can auction my Red Flame Demon Lion now, and the Yuanshi will be deducted from it."

Lin Feng said lightly, the old man pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

The value of a red flame demon lion will definitely be higher than that of a domineering sword. After all, as long as the red flame demon lion grows normally, it is a matter of time before it becomes a mysterious demon. Moreover, the red flame demon lion can become a powerful mysterious demon beast or even a heavenly demon.

Sure enough, when the old man walked out from behind the curtain with the red flame demon lion, the eyes of the crowd became even hotter, even with a hint of madness.

Among the crowd at the auction house, there was a man with golden hair, scattered and violent, and even his eyes were filled with a hint of golden color, which looked extremely weird.

Seeing the Red Flame Demon Lion, the young man with golden eyes, his eyes fluttered in his golden light and said lightly: "The Red Flame Demon Lion is my crazy lion, and no one can rob it."

The old man stood on the auction platform and quietly watched the excitement of the crowd. When the atmosphere reached its peak, he smiled and raised his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said, "I won't say much about the value of the Red Flame Demon Lion, and I believe that many people started to wait when the Red Flame Demon Lion was still in the prison arena. Finally, now the Red Flame Demon Lion has come to our auction hall. Now, everyone has the opportunity to get the future Xuandemon, even the Heavenly Demon."

The old man himself was also very excited. He didn't understand why the Red Flame Demon Lion came to Lin Feng's hands. Logically speaking, the Bai family, or even the Bai family, could not hand over the Red Flame Demon Lion to outsiders, nor would it be auctioned, but would only leave it to their own people.
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