Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

The entire auction was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes. The buyer of No. was really rich!

Man Ling couldn't hide the smile on her face. She struck the first blow, "Five hundred and one million, the first time."

A silence.

Snapped! ——

The second hammer, "Five hundred and one million, the second time."

Manling raised the hammer without knocking for a third time, and her beautiful eyes scanned all the floors.

Xiao Qingfeng's fingers trembled with excitement and he murmured: "Knock it faster! Hurry it..."

All people's hearts seemed to be lifted up, staring closely at the hammer in Man Ling's hand.

Snapped! ——

The third hammer fell, but everyone's hearts were still hanging.

Man Ling's beautiful voice came, "Five hundred and one million, the third time. Congratulations to Guest No. for taking the Tianyuan Fruit."

Immediately, countless pressures came towards Man Ling.

Everyone knew that someone wanted to steal the Tian Yuan Fruit.

A black shadow rushed towards Man Ling, shouting: "The Tianyuan Fruit must be mine!"

After him, several black shadows rushed out from each floor, all targeting the box in Man Ling's hand.

Man Ling took a few steps back, her eyes filled with nervousness.

Although the Pavilion Master said that arrangements had been made, how could she, a Nascent Soul, not panic when faced with the Avatar?

Just when the man in black was about to arrive on the stage, a powerful wind blade flew out and cut off the first person who wanted to grab the Tianyuan Fruit.

In an instant, blood flew everywhere, and countless frightened screams were heard.

When the remaining men in black saw this scene, they still did not escape, and still wanted to snatch the Tianyuan Fruit as if they were dead.

Several scorching flames suddenly appeared and enveloped the remaining men in black.

In an instant, all those who wanted to grab the Tianyuan Fruit were reduced to ashes.

Those who still wanted to take action stopped.

These men in black are all transformed gods. The people in Shumo Pavilion can actually destroy the transformed gods without any effort. If they try again, they will simply die!

At that time, a terrifying coercion enveloped the entire auction house.

Everyone looked pale and silent.

Some people couldn't even resist the terrifying pressure and fell to their knees.

Even the virtual gods on the ninth floor gritted their teeth and resisted the pressure.

Xiao Hongyu looked solemn and murmured to himself: "The peak strength of the Virtual God is so terrifying! It turns out that the difference between one level in the Virtual God realm is like a chasm, insurmountable, it is true!"

Then, a loud voice sounded in the air, "Everyone, you should know the rules of Shumo Pavilion. The items at the auction belong to whoever buys them. If someone wants to cause trouble in the pavilion, they are challenging the dignity of Shumo Pavilion. , the end is like this!"

boom! ——

A decorative dark iron stone in the hall shattered into powder in an instant.

Everyone took a breath of cold air, the soles of their feet felt cold, and their hearts beat like drums.

"As long as you stay safe and sound in Shumo Pavilion, you can make any noise you want after you go out. But if I find out that someone kills innocent people for grabbing the Tianyuan Fruit, then we at Shumo Pavilion will also pursue the case!"

"Next, the auction will continue. I'll give you half an hour to prepare the spirit stones." The loud voice disappeared.

The pressure also disappeared immediately, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The strong men with Xushen cultivation were all covered in sweat and their faces turned pale.

The monks below the level of False God were even worse. Some of them could not even stand up and their clothes were all wet.

Of course, there are always one or two exceptions to everything.

For example, Feng Qingran was sitting with a leisurely expression, a piece of spiritual food in her left hand and a cup of tea in her right hand. She was so unhappy!

She said happily: "Senior Brother Seventh, you are so interesting. The spiritual food this time is very delicious, but why did you come back so quickly?"

"I'll be back after the matter is settled." Mo Jinghong had an unparalleled handsome appearance, and his dark eyes were filled with doting.

"Senior Brother Seventh, is the person outside just now Master? Why did he dare to show up?" Feng Qingran blinked her bright eyes.

"I happened to meet the master, so I asked him to come back with me." Mo Jinghong followed the breath and found Li Ziming, who had been beaten into a pig's head by Ye Wentian.

Li Ziming was lying on the ground dying. It was unbelievable that he was killed by a person from a low-level mainland...

Complete abuse!

When Li Ziming saw the noble Mo Jinghong, he immediately asked Mo Jinghong for help, but Mo Jinghong's methods were even more ruthless.

Mo Jinghong walked up to Ye Wentian and said respectfully: "Master, leave this person to the apprentice."

"I'll leave it to you." Ye Wentian waved his hand indifferently and wanted to leave.

Mo Jinghong's voice sounded, "Master, you haven't returned to Lingyun Sect for two years. Come back with me later."

Ye Wentian smiled coquettishly, "That Jinghong, I have an appointment with Master Qianji. I have something else to do. You go back to the sect first, and I will go back later."

Mo Jinghong said quietly: "Master, wait here for a moment and come back with me. I have a teleportation talisman."

Ye Wentian touched his nose. Even though he was the leader of Lingyun Sect, he was also afraid of Mo Jinghong!

Seeing that Ye Wentian hadn't left, Mo Jinghong walked up to Li Ziming and flipped his wrist.

A fairy bead was peeled off from Li Ziming's body.

what! ——

Li Ziming let out a heartbreaking scream, "How is this possible! Who are you? Why do you appear in this world? Are you also here for Zi Lei?"