Thousand Year Spirit Lotus

Bang.

Without another word, Ning Qi punched him and sent him flying.

Fortunately, the private room was protected by restrictive wards.

The room was not smashed apart.

When they looked again, the man from just now had already fainted dead away.

"Kid, you're courting death."

Seeing this, the young man from before instantly flew into a rage. "Do you know who we are?"

"Who you are—what does that have to do with me?"

Ning Qi looked at the people before him with disdain, then said, "Get out. Otherwise, I'll make you die."

"Just you wait."

The young man left those words behind, then led his people away in a huff.

He had already sensed the powerful aura on Ning Qi and knew very clearly that the few of them were no match for him at all.

They could only leave in bitter resentment.

"Young master, I'm sorry. I've caused you trouble."

The attendant from just now came over and hurriedly apologized to Ning Qi.

"No need to be polite. This has nothing to do with you!"

Ning Qi waved his hand, then said, "Your auction is about to begin, right?"

"Yes, it's starting right away. Look below—people have already begun preparing!"

The attendant nodded and pointed below.

Sure enough, people were already tidying things up.

Many people had quieted down.

"Good!"

"Bring some spirit wine and spirit dishes!"

Ning Qi nodded, then sat down directly.

"Yes!"

After agreeing, the attendant hurriedly withdrew.

"Master, those bastards from just now might come back again!"

Medicine Spirit looked behind them, his expression turning grave.

"In this city, the strongest person is only at the early True Immortal level."

"What is there to be afraid of?"

"Let them come as much as they like."

Ning Qi smiled disdainfully, then turned his attention below.

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