Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Wanqi Yuan sat in the study room on the top floor, approaching the windowsill, he could overlook everything below. This was the most secret and safest place in the entire venue, and it was also the core area where he controlled the overall situation of the auction house.

In the VIP room below, each room has special pipes that transmit sound and images to the screen in Wanqi Yuanye's study. Through these special pipes, Wanqi Yuanye can monitor and listen to the situation in each VIP room.

At this moment, the scene of Meng Yan and Huang Patriarch talking was clearly displayed on the screen in front of the study, as if they were right in front of him. Wanqi Yuan listened to their conversation carefully, not missing any details.

When he heard the three words "Guisha Pavilion", Wanqi Yuan's cold eyes shot directly at Meng Yan's face which was smiling sincerely and gently.

So this is the leader of the Ghost Demon Pavilion. Has he tracked Ling'er to Daye City? Then where are the other people in the Ghost Demon Pavilion? Are they nearby? Has Ling'er's whereabouts been exposed?

A series of questions rang in Wanqi Yuan's mind. No, what should he do?

First, I have to inform Ling'er and ask her to be alert to the people in VIP Room No. 12, and then...

"Bai Yu, come in." Wanqi Yuan summoned Bai Yu into the study.

"Brother Yuan, what can I do for you?"

"I found someone from the Ghost Demon Pavilion in the VIP room..."

"Ah, where is he? I'll kill him right now." Bai Yu was shocked. The enemy was right under his nose. How could he let him go? Absolutely not.

"Listen to me first. I'm watching the auction house. Take your men to the outside of the auction house to investigate. I think there are still people from the Ghost Demon Pavilion guarding the auction house. Be careful and don't alert them."

"Yes, I'll go right away." When Bai Yu heard that there might be more Guisha Pavilion's kids outside, he couldn't wait and took his people out.

When Wanqi Yuan saw Bai Yu leave, he sent a message to Fu Ling'er. After Fu Ling'er received the message from Wanqi Yuan, her expression changed instantly.

Her originally calm and self-satisfied expression now became somewhat cold and sharp, as if hiding endless majesty. Her eyes also became cold as she scanned the entire auction site, and finally stopped at the VIP Room No. 12 at the edge.

However, the next moment, Fu Ling'er's eyes flickered, and a smile that was hard to conceal suddenly appeared on her cold face, and the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily. She thought to herself: "Master Meng? You came at the right time! This is not an enemy at all, he is clearly the number one brother on the list, the God of Wealth!"

"Sister Ling, what's wrong with you? Why are you laughing so scary? Who are you trying to plot against?" Xiao Zi couldn't help but shivering when she saw Sister Ling's creepy laugh.

"Hey, can you speak, kid? It's obvious that someone is going to be in trouble. What does it have to do with Sister Ling? Oh, right, Sister Ling." Zhuge Qiao glared at Xiao Zi and said something about scheming against others, which was so ugly.

"Haha, Qiao'er is right. Someone is going to be in trouble, and it has nothing to do with Sister Ling." Ling You looked at Zhuge Qiao lovingly. Whatever she said was right.

"You're evil. I can't stand you. You're too many in number and I can't defeat you. So, Sister Ling, have you come up with any good ideas? Are you going to crack down on the bad guys?" Xiao Zi thought about it and changed her words.

Fu Ling'er couldn't help but roll her eyes at a few people. She was just trying to scheme against people, no matter how nicely she spoke, it was still a scheme.

"Guisha Pavilion's Master Meng is in VIP Room No. 12. I heard from Yuan that Master Meng is here for the treasure. Pay attention to what he needs later. Don't let him get what he wants."

"Really? Meng Ye's father? His son is dead. He still has the mind to come all the way to attend the auction? Poor thing, Meng Ye is not that important in his father's heart," Xiao Zi couldn't help but gloat. It seemed that Meng Ye's death would not cause much trouble.

"What about Meng Ping? Didn't he exaggerate and speak up for Meng Ye?"

"The master died, but he came back safe and sound. It is conceivable that his life will definitely not be easy, unless someone helps him or he makes amends for his mistakes." Ling You analyzed.

"Lingyou is right. We didn't hide any traces along the way. If Meng Ping's way of making up for his mistake is to find our traces, then he is very likely waiting outside the auction house now." Fu Ling'er analyzed calmly, not knowing that she had already revealed the truth of the matter.

"So what should we do now? Sister Ling, how about I go out and lure these people away, and then get rid of them." Xiao Zi knew that his features were obvious, and with him around, their whereabouts would always be exposed to the eyes of the Guisha Pavilion gang.

He once told Sister Ling that he wanted to dress up, at least to hide his eye-catching purple hair and unique purple eyes. However, Sister Ling firmly rejected the suggestion on the spot.

Sister Ling said that it is only possible to be a thief for a thousand days, so how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days? She is not afraid of the Ghost Demon Pavilion coming to her door, because she believes that her strength can cope with any challenge. At the same time, she also hopes that he can live freely without any constraints. Therefore, Sister Ling insisted that he stay true to himself without deliberately hiding.

"Not for now. Yuan has already arranged for Bai Yu to go out and investigate. Meng Ping can't escape. We just need to deal with Pavilion Master Meng."

"Hurry, Sister Ling, the Yuhua Sword is being auctioned in VIP Room No. 12," Zhuge Qiao had been keeping a close eye on their every move since she heard Sister Ling say that the people in VIP Room No. 12 were enemies.

"Okay, Lingyou, keep a close eye on him." Fu Ling'er ordered.

Just at this moment, Meng Yan's voice rang out.

"Fifty-two million gold coins."

"One hundred mid-grade divine stones," Ling You's voice came out, and the entire venue suddenly became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Especially the people in the VIP room, they wondered if they had heard wrongly. Who was so generous to offer 100 mid-grade divine stones, which was equivalent to 100 million purple gold coins. This suddenly raised the price by not just one level, but several levels! Damn it.

Who is it? Is it that idiot? Or is he rich?

There was still silence at the scene.

The auctioneer on the stage was sweating all over. He hoped to sell it for a good price, but this was already too much. It was too scary. What if it failed to sell? He wanted to get off to a good start!

The atmosphere couldn't stay this cold. Just as he was thinking about how to respond, a woman's voice suddenly rang in his ears. When the woman finished speaking, the auctioneer's eyes lit up, and then he adjusted his mood and deliberately said softly,

"Hey, finally there's a distinguished guest who knows what's good," the auctioneer seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject,

"Our distinguished guest has offered one hundred mid-grade divine stones. Is there any higher offer than this? If you miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, there will be no next time, right?" Everyone is a cultivator, and as long as they are interested, they will naturally know what the auctioneer has just said.

So people started discussing it.