Auction Center.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to the girl in the iron cage on the ceremonial stage. But because of the sudden changes on the field, their original excitement and desire were all gone, as if a basin of cold water was poured on their heads.
Some people were angry, and some people had expressions on their faces as if they were watching a show.
Dare to cause trouble in Tiandou Auction House, it is indeed a bit stubborn.
The venue was filled with the sharp sword intent, and some people with low soul power felt great pressure, as if the sword was suspended above their heads and would fall down at any time.
Coupled with the sudden wind, the temperature of the air was also a bit colder, making the atmosphere more solemn and a bit depressing.
The host on the podium looked even more pale. He felt reluctant to even stand. His hands and feet holding the loudspeaker could be clearly seen trembling slightly, and his pale cheeks His face was covered with cold sweat, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.
As for why this is the case, of course it is because he is closest to Zeng Yi.
The red VIP seats where Zeng Yi and Xue Qinghe were sitting were only five meters away from the auction stage. As for the host, his own strength is not very high, only the strength of a soul sect, and he is not a combat soul master. How can he withstand the pressure of a soul sect like Zeng Yi.
In addition to the fact that he was still a bidder, Zeng Yi's anger and murderous intent were mostly focused on him. After all, he was a staff member of the auction house and belonged to the auction house.
Facing the terrifying momentum coming towards him and the mountain-like pressure on his shoulders, the host felt that his body was about to collapse.
The terrifying look that looked directly at him was like a sharp sword, reaching to his heart. The host felt that his soul was about to be pierced, and his whole body was shaky, as if he might fall down at any time.
The host really wanted to cry. He never thought that things would turn out like this. It was not the first time for him to auction a female slave, but it was the first time that such a situation happened.
To be honest, with the background behind the auction house, few people dare to cause trouble here. But you must know that this sentence is not absolute. There are always some people behind the auction house who cannot be offended.
But this time, the troublemaker was the guest sitting in the red VIP area.
And can people who can sit in the red VIP area have ordinary status?
Not to mention the man who was exuding a terrifying aura, the man sitting next to him was a giant Buddha.
The host knew that that person was the crown prince of their Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe! The host has seen Xue Qinghe come to the auction house several times. He naturally has to remember such an important person.
The imperial prince, the future emperor, even the power behind their auction house would not dare to offend easily.
And how can the person who can sit with him have a low status?
Besides, I am just a part-time worker, and this kind of thing is beyond my control. If you are dissatisfied, go to our leader! Why are you angry at me?
Facing Zeng Yi's oppression, the host felt like crying. He was really afraid that if this person disagreed, he would rush to the podium and slap him.
And judging by the look on his face, it was very likely that this would happen.
If this is really the case, who should I ask to reason? King of Hell?
The host did not dare to speak. He could only beg the distinguished guest in his heart not to be impulsive. He also begged the auction house security to hurry up to protect him and stop the distinguished guest who was about to go berserk.
Xue Qinghe, who was beside Zeng Yi, was frightened by his sudden reaction. Indeed, she had a purpose in bringing Zeng Yi to this place. First, it was to let Zeng Yi see the dark side of these aristocratic classes, so that he could grow dissatisfied with this social class in his heart, and have a sense of resistance, and She revolutionized together and established a new regime.
But Zeng Yi's reaction seemed to be stronger than imagined. But she didn't hate it, she was even very satisfied. She likes Zeng Yi's upright and abhorrent temperament very much.
At least, this proved that she was right.
As for the auction house, even if Zeng Yi did something radical, what could they do? In terms of strength, Xue Qinghe didn't take the background of this auction house seriously.
What happened here, the auction house quickly took corresponding measures. Soon, more than a dozen security personnel rushed into the venue.
"Let's see who dares to make trouble here again!" A voice mixed with soul power sounded throughout the venue. A middle-aged man appeared on the auction stage. He had his hands behind his back and looked around the entire venue. , with seven soul rings floating around his body, he was a powerful soul saint. He released terrifying soul power, and the entire venue became solemn.
The soul saint of the auction house appeared, and the host on the stage also felt that the pressure on his body was much less, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
As a strong soul saint, the middle-aged man quickly noticed who was releasing this momentum to disrupt the auction atmosphere of the entire venue, and his sharp eyes tightened on Zeng Yi's figure in front of him.
The middle-aged Soul Sage smiled disdainfully and said sternly: "I thought it was someone who was causing trouble in the auction house, but it turned out to be you, the brat who wants to live and die."
After he finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, a dozen soul masters quickly surrounded Zeng Yi and Xue Qinghe's position.
In the auction venue, many people saw that the situation was not good and began to leave the venue to avoid affecting themselves. But most of the people who left were from the white area, yellow area and purple area. There were not many people in the black area and red area at all. Instead, they looked like they were watching a show, sitting in their seats, waiting to enjoy the show. This farce.
As VIPs, there will be someone at the auction house to protect their safety.
Of course, neither Tang San nor Xiao Wu left, because Zeng Yi was their friend, so they naturally wanted to stay to see if there was any chance of helping him.
As for Ning Fengzhi, it was even more impossible for him to leave. Now, he, Ning Fengzhi, was certain that this young man with a hatred of evil should be Uncle Jian's disciple, Zeng Yi.
Zeng Yi couldn't help but stood up from his seat and stared at the group of people surrounding him with a gloomy face. Among them were the Soul Emperor, the Soul King, the Soul Sect, and a Soul Sage who was staring at him on the stage.
Even facing these lineup combinations, Zeng Yi is not afraid. Since he dared to do this, he was mentally prepared.
Moreover, that Soul Sage was still a junior Soul Sage, with only level 72 soul power. He was still an ordinary beast martial spirit. He was incomparable to a Soul Sage like Liu Erlong. Zeng Yi would naturally not underestimate him.
Even if he couldn't beat him, Zeng Yi wanted to run away, but they couldn't stop him.
What's more, the imperial prince, Xue Qinghe, is by his side, and Zeng Yi doesn't believe that they dare to touch him.
"Get it for me!"
The middle-aged Soul Sage gave an order, and the others released their martial spirits and soul rings one after another. Various soul powers danced in the space. Zeng Yi felt a great sense of oppression coming over him.
court death!
Zeng Yi's eyes turned cold and his murderous intent was released. His current mood really needed a battle to calm down.
He couldn't help but kill these beasts.
His right hand quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, but just as he started, Zeng Yi found that Xue Qinghe had grabbed his wrist tightly and stopped him.
"Zeng Yi, calm down." Xue Qinghe held Zeng Yi's right wrist tightly and advised. However, her face also turned cold, and her eyes were filled with angry flames as she looked at these people.
He directly surrounded people in front of me and even took action. He simply didn't take me as the prince seriously!
"Stop it!"
Xue Qinghe stared coldly at the middle-aged Soul Saint on the stage and shouted.
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