C43 A Storm Was Brewing

The moment the middle-aged man with the mustache made his bid, the noisy stadium immediately became silent. Everyone knew that the next game was for the major powers to accept, so they only had the chance to watch.

"I bid 3000!"

Next to the bearded man, the old man called Old Yun casually spoke, seemingly not caring about the gold coins.

"My Ye family also wants to play. Three thousand five hundred gold coins!"

A number 1 red sign was raised high in the air. A middle-aged man who looked calm and relaxed looked at the box on the stage. The greed and passion in his eyes were faintly visible.

"It's the Ye family. I didn't expect them to send someone here as well. And it's Ye Yunzhang, the battle maniac of the Ye family. It seems like this martial skill will cause a big disturbance."

"You should know that the Profound Level Supreme Grade Martial Skill is about to appear. It's just that you don't know what this storm will be like."

The people from the Ye family made a bid, and it immediately caused a lot of whispers in the stadium.

"Ye family!"

Ao Lingchen's pupils contracted. Hatred lingered in his heart, but it was quickly suppressed by him.

"Four thousand gold coins!" Elder Yun spoke without any pressure, as if these weren't money!

However, because of the Profound Level Supreme Grade Martial Skill, there was no pressure on the price. In fact, the price was quite low. It was just that these big families seemed to want to play a bidding game, so they did not increase the price directly!

"Haha, everyone wants to play. I, Yang, will also join in. Five thousand gold coins."

While many forces were bidding, the chief of Fresh Breeze Village, Yang Fengting, who had obtained the first Spirit Rushing Pill, made a straightforward bid. In his heart, he was only helping everyone raise the price. He did not intend to compete with these major powers. He knew very well that the Fresh Breeze Village was nothing in front of these people!

When the price of 5000 gold coins was shouted out, the leader of Fresh Breeze Village was the same as the others. They were waiting for the big forces to bid, but more than ten seconds had passed. An uneasy feeling emerged in his heart, as if these people had no intention of bidding.

Another ten seconds passed, but no one made a bid. It was as if he had forgotten that this was the Profound Level Supreme Grade Martial Skill. A few drops of sweat slowly emerged from Yang Fengting's forehead. His face became darker and darker, as if he had been tricked!

Standing in the crowd, he looked at the strange atmosphere. Ao Lingchen's lips curled up slightly, and his head slowly swayed. A cold smile appeared on his face. He could naturally guess why such a situation would occur. It was obvious that these major powers were planning to take advantage of this opportunity. They were planning to use the money of the Fresh Breeze Village to help him obtain this martial skill!

There was suddenly no movement from below the stage. Wang Shizong, who was standing on the stage, looked more and more livid. His eyes became more and more gloomy. He also felt as if he had been schemed against. If this Profound Level Supreme Grade Martial Skill was really only sold for five thousand gold coins, he was afraid that he would be questioned by the Wanxiang Pavilion. It would have a huge impact on his future path of promotion.

However, no one was bidding anymore. If he delayed the announcement of the result, it would damage the reputation of the Wanxiang Pavilion even more. Under the dilemma of riding a tiger, he had to make a decision.

There was no need to consider at all. The reputation of the Wanxiang Pavilion must not be damaged!

"Five thousand gold, the current bid is five thousand gold. Is there anyone else who wants to bid? If no one wants to bid, today's Profound Level Supreme Grade Martial Skill will belong to this guest!"

His tone didn't seem to have changed much from the enthusiasm he had when he was auctioning the other treasures. However, Wang Shizong's fiery gaze swept down, hoping to see someone continue bidding.

Unfortunately, what disappointed him was that no one spoke.

In fact, he also knew that these were the few major powers who wanted to decide the ownership of the martial skill outside the auction hall. The previous bid was only to avoid offending the Wanxiang Pavilion too much. Now that there was a Shui Yu interfering, they would naturally be happy to see them save a few thousand gold coins.

After thinking about all this, Wang Shizong could only sigh secretly, "Five thousand gold coins going once, five thousand gold going twice!"

After a few seconds, he looked down and said helplessly, "Five thousand gold coins going thrice! The Flame Explosion belongs to Chief Yang!"

Hearing the Flame Explosion belonged to them, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Fengting. Looking at his gloomy eyes, everyone's eyes revealed a look of watching a good show. The few major powers had smiles on their faces that had never faded.

After a simple announcement that the auction was over, Wang Shizong arranged for the people who obtained the items to go through the formalities and complete the handover. Then, he walked straight to the manager of the Wanxiang Pavilion. He had to explain today's matter clearly.

After completing the handover procedure with the maid, Yang Fengting's eyes were clouded by gloom. He felt depressed and depressed. He knew that he had received a hot taro from the auction house. He felt pain in his heart when he abandoned it and left it in danger.

"I can't stay for long. I have to leave the city as soon as possible. I have to leave the city as soon as possible!"

The complicated thoughts in his mind spun quickly. A heavy look flashed across his eyes. Yang Fengting immediately rushed out of the Wanxiang Pavilion. He wanted to leave Twilight City as soon as possible. He knew that his safety could only be guaranteed when he returned to the Fresh Breeze Village. Only then would the auction items in his hands be guaranteed.

Almost at the same time, the moment Yang Fengting left, the people who had stayed in the auction hall also left the Wanxiang Pavilion.

Among these people were the experts of a few big families, as well as some relatively weak existences. Even Ao Lingchen was among them. He also wanted to see the direction of the storm caused by the Profound Level Martial Skill.

Yang Fengting walked out of the Wanxiang Pavilion and went around a few streets. With the help of the dense crowd, he disappeared into the sea of people. Without anyone noticing, he went straight into an empty alley.

"Screech!"

An ear piercing whistle suddenly rang out in the alley. As the sound rang out, Stronghold Leader Yang of the Fresh Breeze Village, who was walking in the alley, raised his gloomy eyes. The frequency of his footsteps became faster and faster, and he quickly ran towards the end of the alley.

"It seems like these people don't intend to let me leave alive!"

Sensing the surging Qi around him, the chief of the Fresh Breeze Village, Yang Chao's body trembled slightly, and he immediately felt that something was wrong. He rushed madly towards the end of the path, trying his best to avoid being surrounded and attacked.

"Stronghold Chief Yang, why are you walking so fast? Stay here and drink some tea!"

A calm voice sounded from above. The moment Yang Fengting raised his head, a shadow above him pressed down heavily on the ground. Suddenly, an overbearing force erupted from above.

"Not good!"

Yang Fengting's pupils constricted. He instantly felt a trace of danger.

"Dodge!"

Yang Fengting's figure had just moved back when he heard a loud boom in his ears. Dust and debris flew up into the sky, and within the dust and debris... A domineering figure holding a long staff emitting a silver light stood in front of him.

Looking at the huge pit on the ground, Yang Fengting's pupils contracted. His throat rolled slightly, and the sound of cold air being sucked out could be heard. If it wasn't for his quick reaction just now, he would have turned into a pile of blood like this useless pit.