Tyumin roared angrily.

"You can try it!"

Lu Ming responded strongly.

The other party's cultivation level was at the eighth level of the Great Martial Arts Master, extremely powerful, but what is Lu Ming afraid of?

"die!"

Qiuming roared and walked out of the VIP room and headed towards VIP room No. 3.

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, Du Zhi shouted angrily, and a terrifying aura burst out, pressing against Qiu Ming like a mountain, causing Qiu Ming's body to tremble and unable to move.

Wuzong, this is the breath of Wuzong.

The audience was shocked. Unexpectedly, Du Zhi, who looked very kind, was actually a strong man in the Wuzong realm.

"Old guy, what are you doing? I'm looking for death. I'm a child of the Shifang Sword Sect."

Tyumin yelled.

"What a shitty Ten-State Sword Sect, dare to make trouble at the Ditian Auction and kill!"

Du Zhi shouted loudly, the word "kill" contains infinite murderous intent.
Chapter completed!