C12 Red Eye

The voice from the darkness immediately caused those people in the front row to cast their gazes over. With a slightly green face, Luo Tong's eyebrows twitched as he turned around and coldly looked behind him.

The surrounding people were all searching for the source of the sound in the back row. At this time, he actually dared to challenge the prestige of Luo Tong. This person was either a fool or someone with strength. Thus, these people wanted to see who the owner of this voice was.

"Hur hur, interesting."

Yang Batian also turned his body. The value of a Foundation Establishment Pill far exceeded the value of the Eight Desolations Palm. Even if he were to make up a million and five hundred thousand gold coins, it was still worth it. However, the owner of this voice was actually fighting openly against the Fresh Breeze Stronghold's chief in a small town in the southern territory. This was rather interesting.

"The old man on the stage, under Yang Batian's instructions, had wrinkles on his face and soon formed a picture with lines." Sir, who are you? You actually came here to bid, can you show yourself? "

The old man did not notice Old Mo around the hall. Soon after, a divine will was sent out to probe Old Mo, but it was suddenly stopped when it was just a step away from Old Mo. The old man's divine will was instantly damaged. The old man's body trembled slightly. He endured the sweetness from his mouth and patted the dust off his body. Soon after, his appearance returned to being calm and collected.

"The people of the Yang family are all so rude?" Old Mo's face was filled with anger. The scene between Lin Fan and the young man in white from the Yang Family just now had caused Old Mo to be filled with resentment towards the Yang Family. Since this old man was so rude, Elder Mo naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony with him.

Old Mo and Lin Fan slowly appeared in front of Luo Tong after a few steps. "Glancing at Luo Tong, a jade bottle was casually sent towards the old man on the stage." Martial Skills, one million and five hundred thousand gold coins. "

Old Mo's domineering attitude caused the old man on the stage to be stunned. With his eyes focused on Yang Batian, who was standing in the first row, the elder put away the jade bottle with a face full of smiles. "Hehe, so it's Mr Mo. Someone, bring the thing Mr Mo wants."

The old man roared at the maid beside him, who did not know what to do. The maid stared blankly at the old man with her big eyes. After all, in the maid's mind, only other people brought the items in. There had never been an example of someone giving out money. "It took me a while to react." "Ah, oh."

At this moment, everyone finally understood. In the entire Southern Border Town, the only person who could not fear the authority of the Qingfeng Stronghold was Elder Mo. Thus, when they saw Old Mo's overbearing attitude, those people nodded their heads as if it was natural.

Who is Elder Mo? In the entire Southern Border Town, there was not a single person who did not know. His alchemy skills had reached the acme of perfection. Although no one had seen Alchemist Mo before, no one dared to provoke the flames in Elder Mo's palm that even a Spirit Master expert was afraid of.

Although Luo Tong was dissatisfied in his heart, he still had to show an extremely respectful expression on the surface. Standing up, he forced out a smile. However, he was slightly dissatisfied between his dense black eyebrows.

"So it's Mr. Mo." He clasped his hands and bowed towards Elder Mo. He realized that Elder Mo had an indifferent expression as he bitterly withdrew his fist and withdrew to the side.

Not long later, the old man brought the maid with the jade tray behind him to Old Mo. "Mr. Mo, this is …"

The old man hadn't spoken yet. At this time, Yang Batian suddenly stood up, and the muscles on his face trembled. A huge palm was flung onto the old man's face. Pa, "Bastard, how can you ask for money for what Elder Mo wants?"

The old man didn't know what was going on, and his face was instantly covered in red marks. However, the smile from before still remained on his lips. Looking at the furious Yang Batian, he retreated to the side and kept nodding his head. Yes, this subordinate deserves to die, Mr. Mo, this is your Foundation Establishment Pill and martial skill. "

The elder, who was scolded by Yang Batian, took the tray from the maid who was standing foolishly to the side. He passed it to Elder Mo with a respectful expression. Lin Fan, who was behind Elder Mo, couldn't help but feel amused by the scene in front of him. Breaking one's teeth and swallowing them; this was the authority of an expert.

"Hmph." Old Mo coldly snorted. Old Mo wouldn't agree to such a farce. He picked up the yellow scroll and a crystal card with three lines embedded on it from the tray. He turned around and brought Lin Fan with him to the exit of the hall.

Yang Batian was stunned in place, didn't Elder Mo react at all to the scene just now? Helplessly shaking his head and looking at the old man who covered his face with his left hand, Yang Batian let out a heavy sigh.

However, a dark smile surfaced on Luo Tong's face as he gazed at the distant figure. "His eyebrows are raised and filled with a feminine air." "One month later, I want to see how long you can stay alive for. It's just an unknown alchemist, I'll let you have a taste of the consequences of offending me, Luo Tong."

Lin Fan, who had left the auction house, felt happy. It was not only because he had entered the six Spiritual Energies, but also because he saw the might from Old Mo killing those people.

"Old fellow, you were really imposing just now." After exiting the auction house, Lin Fan smiled.

"Haha, kid. "These fellows are asking for a beating. As long as you have the strength, pinching someone is as easy as crushing an ant. You still have a long way to go." It was the first time that Lin Fan praised him, so Old Mo was a little proud of himself. However, while he was feeling pleased with himself, he did not forget to remind Lin Fan.

"Yes, I know teacher." Lin Fan nodded his head and looked at the streets of the market, his face full of anticipation.

"Heh, it's good that you know. Don't you want to take a look at this martial skill book?" Immediately, Elder Mo took out the high-grade martial skill scroll from his chest: Eight Desolations Palm. She looked at Lin Fan like he was a little girl's kidnapper.

Lin Fan was indeed piqued by Elder Mo's expression. With gleaming eyes, he stared at the scroll in Elder Mo's hands. This was the first time he had seen a martial skill. Normally, in the clan, only by entering the fifth strand of Spiritual Qi would one have the opportunity to train in a Martial Skill.

In these three years, Lin Fan's power had always been at the third stage of the spirit energy, so this martial skill was not fated to be his. It wasn't easy to attain five strands of spiritual energy a few days ago. He had hoped to find a scroll of martial skills in his family's Martial Skill Pavilion. Unexpectedly, there was such a change in the Martial Skill Pavilion.

The Eight Desolations Palm in Old Mo's hands was a Superior Grade Yellow Ranked Martial Technique. Even in the family's Martial Skill Pavilion, a Martial Skill that was treated as a treasure would only be a Medial Grade Yellow Rank. Presently, Elder Mo had used a few of the family's medicinal plants to concoct the Foundation Establishment Pill. In the auction house, not only did he obtain the Eight Desolations Palm, which was worth 1.5 million gold coins, he even got someone to pay 1.5 million gold coins. "The treatment of an alchemist was indeed enviable.