Lu Binglan saw that Ye Ling's white mist shadow had been wandering in the distance and had no intention of returning to the veranda under the ivy flower stand. She sent a message from her spiritual consciousness: "Aren't you coming over?"
Ye Ling said in a deep voice: "Several people are already targeting you! I have to protect you in secret."
Lu Binglan was stunned and looked around. She didn't see any clues, and her face was blank.
But Lu Binglan also knows that Ye Ling has a lot of experience in this and will not joke with her for no reason. Someone must be paying attention to her secretly, maybe because they are coveting her spiritual stone, or they are coveting the 600,000 yuan bid. Ancient sword.
At this time, the shopkeeper of Xianyunju placed several treasures one after another on the Eight Immortals table on the high platform. They were all foundation-building magic weapons and golden elixirs used by early monks. They looked down upon them, but there were still many people in the flower hall. Be enthusiastic about bidding.
Ye Ling watched coldly, seeing the three servants sent by Mr. Jinyi who seemed to be standing under the verandah, but in fact they had taken their position and blocked Lu Binglan's path.
Not long after, Mr. Jinyi sent out two more maids beside him.
The two girls went straight to the ivy on the verandah, rushed to Lu Binglan's red mist shadow and lowered their voices: "We are from the city lord's palace! On the order of my second young master, I came here to ask for the girl who just won the auction. An ancient sword!"
Another maid held a storage bag and said: "There are five hundred thousand spiritual stones here, please bear with me and give them up!"
Lu Binglan's expression changed. She was not surprised that someone came to ask for the ancient sword and robbed it skillfully. However, the origins of these two maids made her hesitate.
"City Lord's Mansion? Second Young Master?" Lu Binglan looked at the back of Young Master Jinyi, and then furtively glanced at Ye Ling's white mist shadow, not knowing what to do!
If you just sell the ancient sword like this, you will not only lose face, but you will also suffer the loss of 100,000 spirit stones in vain. But if you don't agree, the city lord's palace will be offended!
"This sword is not for sale!" Ye Ling immediately sent a message to Lu Binglan's spiritual consciousness and said categorically: "Since you paid a high price and it was given to me! It is my treasure, how can I give it to others?"
Lu Binglan responded: "But behind them is the palace of the city lord of Dengzhou City! The lord of Yuanying City is sitting in charge. Once we have a dispute with them, the whereabouts of the two of us will be exposed!"
Ye Ling said calmly: "It doesn't matter! As long as I'm here, I don't care who they are?"
Hearing Ruo Ye Ling's words, Lu Binglan straightened her back, faced the two maids who came to ask for the ancient sword, and refused: "No! Unless you pay double the price, there is no need to negotiate!"
The two maidservants' noses were crooked with anger and they shouted angrily:
"Okay! Shameless!"
"I think you're going to drink a toast instead of eating it! Come on, take her back to the city lord's palace! Let's see if she still dares to be tough?"
Three servants of the City Lord's Mansion, who had already been ambushing nearby, surrounded him aggressively.
Seeing this situation, Lu Binglan's pretty face sank, her hand pressed on the storage bag, and she was about to use the Ice Spirit Sword Formation!
At the same time, Ye Ling, who was in the shadow of white mist, reached into his storage bag, preparing to use the Soul Bell to give them a soul-stirring first!
Unexpectedly, at this tense moment, on the high platform, the shopkeeper of Xianyunju coughed in a deep voice: "Private fights are prohibited at the auction! Whoever dares to disturb my Xianyunju auction, I guarantee that he will not be able to leave this courtyard. Door!"
While talking, in the flower hall, thick vines sprouted out of the ground, spreading branches and leaves, like the tentacles of an octopus, spreading rapidly along the flower stand, and soon covered the entire flower hall, exuding a power comparable to the early stage of Yuanying. Press!
Ye Ling's eyes lit up and he thought to himself: "This is the thousand-year-old vine demon! I didn't expect this thing to be dormant underground in Xianyun Residence. No wonder the little medicine spirit is very excited."
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