Chapter 211: Capture the little beast
Treasure Pavilion's auction house has its own rules, that is, once they give up bidding on a certain item, the monk who gave up will not be eligible to participate in the bidding for this item again before the bidding ends.
The monk surnamed Cheng suddenly played such a trick, which obviously did not comply with the rules of the auction house.
As the shameless words of the monk surnamed Cheng fell, the whole place was in an uproar! All kinds of disdainful sounds resounded in the auction house, and even meaningful sneers came from many private rooms.
"Hmph!"
With a sneer on his lips and hands behind his back, the monk surnamed Cheng let out a cold snort, mixed with powerful invisible spiritual pressure, which erupted from the monk surnamed Cheng's private room and suddenly fell to the entire auction house.
The noise and disdain came to an abrupt end!
The monks with lower cultivation levels suddenly turned pale under this spiritual pressure and were unable to move their bodies. Only the monks who had reached the golden elixir stage were able to remain calm under this spiritual pressure.
Although Luo Mu's cultivation level is only at the peak of Foundation Establishment Late Stage, his Poison Spirit Power is extremely thick and thick, far exceeding the normal Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator. Under the spiritual pressure of monk surnamed Cheng, although he did not make a fool of himself, his face became extremely ugly.
"Senior Cheng, please take back your spiritual pressure. This is Treasure Pavilion. I hope senior can control his actions appropriately."
The auctioneer in the center of the auction house has reached the early stage of the Golden Elixir. He does not have much fear of the spiritual pressure released by the surname Cheng. Besides, this is Treasure Pavilion, but the territory of the Brotherhood Pavilion. As a Brotherhood Pavilion person, how can he be afraid of the monk surnamed Cheng.
Although the monk surnamed Cheng has a high level and a very special status, there is still a gap between him and the monk surnamed Gui. The auctioneer in front of him is afraid of the monk surnamed Gui, but he really doesn't have much fear of the monk surnamed Cheng.
If everyone makes him fearful and behaves recklessly in the Treasure Pavilion's auction house, then there is no need for him to continue to operate the largest store under the Brotherhood Pavilion.
Calling the other person "Senior" is entirely out of respect for the identity of the monk named Cheng, and it has nothing to do with the word fear.
As for the monk surnamed Cheng, regardless of his identity, he did something that broke Treasure Pavilion's rules. Of course, the auctioneer would not agree. His words and tone were completely devoid of politeness.
"Oh? Are you trying to teach me a lesson?" The auctioneer's words not only did not make the monk surnamed Cheng take back his spiritual pressure, but instead made him more serious and his tone became a bit colder.
As the spiritual pressure increased, the auctioneer's body swayed slightly and he stamped the ground with his feet. While his body stabilized, the ground cracked and opened. The spiritual pressure also emanated from the auctioneer's body. The strong wind brought by the spiritual pressure stirred up the dust and smoke on the ground, making the auctioneer's clothes rustle.
However, compared to the monk named Qi Cheng, the auctioneer's spiritual pressure is much weaker.
"How dare I teach my seniors a lesson! However, Senior Cheng knows the rules of the auction house even more than he does! It is definitely impossible for seniors to participate in the bidding again. If you give up, you have given up. There is no such thing as an exception. Similarly, fighting is not allowed in the auction house. Why does Senior Cheng release his spiritual pressure here? Is he trying to challenge us Brotherhood Pavilion here?"
Although the spiritual power was absolutely suppressed, the auctioneer did not give in at all.
"Haha..." The monk surnamed Cheng sneered, and then said lightly, "Have you moved all Brotherhood Pavilion out? What you said was all taught to you by your Brotherhood Pavilion pavilion master, Wu Qingyi?"
"It's not what the master of the pavilion taught, what the junior said, it's just the rules of the auction house." There were beads of sweat on the auctioneer's cheeks, but he still said with a serious face.
"Then I must challenge your Treasure Pavilion rules today! What can you do?" The monk surnamed Cheng stared at the auctioneer. For the auctioneer who didn't have a long look in front of him, the monk surnamed Cheng had murderous intentions, and his eyes were full of coldness.
Sensing the killing intent in the eyes of the monk surnamed Cheng, the auctioneer's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly but firmly, "As long as I have a breath, I will not allow such a thing to happen."
"What if you completely run out of energy?" Undisguised murderous intent burst out from the eyes of monk surnamed Cheng. At the same time, the hands on his back slowly loosened, and spiritual power slowly condensed in the hands of monk surnamed Cheng.
The auctioneer's "rigidity" and tone of voice completely angered the aloof monk surnamed Cheng. He was so angry that he completely forgot about the Brotherhood Pavilion behind the Treasure Pavilion.
"I would like to see if you are really as tough as you appear!" After saying this, the monk surnamed Cheng wanted to take action. But at this moment, another, more powerful spiritual pressure suddenly descended on the auction house.
The powerful spiritual pressure of the monk surnamed Cheng was completely covered and suppressed by the spiritual pressure that had just appeared. The two were not on the same level at all.
"Cheng Lüxun, you should show me your hands." The cold and murderous words suddenly sounded in the ears of every monk.
Feeling this spiritual pressure and how powerful it was, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically. Then hearing the same explosive words, everyone's expressions suddenly became extremely exciting.
Luo Mu In the private room above his head, after the sound appeared, the monk surnamed Gui even heard the surprised voice. "It's him! I didn't expect him to actually show up!"
"Pavilion Master! It's the Pavilion Master!" The serious expression on the auctioneer's face disappeared, his tense nerves relaxed, and he said with surprise on his face.
"Oh? Pavilion Master Wu, I didn't expect you to show up in person!"
The monk surnamed Cheng raised his brows, and a smile appeared on his face that had been filled with murderous intent before. The released spiritual pressure slowly decreased, and at the same time, the spiritual energy gathered in the palm of his hand also dissipated.
For the Brotherhood Pavilion's pavilion master Wu Qingyi, this Cheng Lüxun monk is still very afraid. Although Cheng Lüxun is conceited, he still has self-awareness. He knows very well that compared with Wu Qingyi, he is no match.
"Some people are riding on our Brotherhood Pavilion head. If I don't say anything, I'm afraid I, Treasure Pavilion, will become the laughing stock of Black Horn Region. By then, how many people will dare to come to my Treasure Pavilion to buy things."
Brotherhood Pavilion's pavilion master did not show his body, but his emotionless words rang throughout the auction house.
"Pavilion Master Wu was joking. I was just joking with this junior. How dare I take action here? No matter what, I, Cheng Lüxun, will give Pavilion Master Wu some bad treatment." Cheng Lüxun said with a faint smile.
"How much thin noodles can you give me Wu Qingyi?" Wu Qingyi's cold voice was filled with murderous intent. "Then thank you very much. I, Wu Qingyi, am really honored!"
Hearing Wu Qingyi's murderous voice, Cheng Lüxun realized that there was something wrong with what he had just said. Suddenly, the smile on his face became a little thicker.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. At this time, Cheng Lüxun wanted to use this to ease the atmosphere at this time and get rid of his own embarrassing situation.
However, what Cheng Lüxun didn't expect was that Wu Qingyi didn't give him this opportunity at all.
"You don't need to give me any more nonsense. I'll count to ten, disappear from the private room immediately, and then leave my territory of the Brotherhood Pavilion. From now on, you don't need to set foot here again. Your unique package from the auction house In the meantime, this Pavilion Master will also take it back. From now on, if you Cheng Lüxun dare to step into my Brotherhood Pavilion territory again, then don't blame me Wu Qingyi for being really heartless."
These words shocked everyone present! The Wu Qingyi Pavilion Master, whom he had never met before, seemed to be really popular! Obviously, Cheng Lüxun himself was also stunned by Wu Qingyi's words. He did not expect that Wu Qingyi would actually take action.
Cheng Lüxun, who came back to his senses, originally wanted to say something, but Wu Qingyi's voice blocked all the words that came to his mouth.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
As Wu Qingyi counted down, without even the slightest hint of joking, the smile on Cheng Lüxun's face faded, revealing a gloomy look. He looked up at the top of the auction house, and Cheng Lüxun turned around and left.
"Pavilion Master Wu is indeed very impressive. There is a long way to go. We will meet again if we have the opportunity. That boy in the black robe, it seems that you have the financial resources to take over that little beast, but I just don't know if you have the strength to bring it out Black Horn Region!"
As the words echoed throughout the auction house, Cheng Lüxun's figure completely disappeared from the private room. Before leaving, he did not forget to threaten Luo Mu.
It seems that Luo Mu may have some difficulty leaving Black Horn Region safely this time.
Hearing these threatening words, Luo Mu frowned, and then returned to normal. Although he was in some trouble, Luo Mu felt that everything was worth it for the little beast in front of him.
"Brother Gui, come and sit at my place when you have time."
"Haha... come as soon as the auction is over."
"Well, welcome. Okay, let's start the auction! You did a good job just now. After the auction, you and Brother Gui come to my residence together!" The first sentence, Wu Qingyi, was addressed to Gui Daoming in the private room above Luo Mu. The latter sentence was, of course, addressed to the auctioneer.
As Wu Qingyi's last words fell, the powerful spiritual pressure also disappeared, and Wu Qingyi's Divine Sense completely retreated. The entire auction house was silent. The scene that had just happened was like a dream to many monks in the auction house, and many monks had not yet reacted.
"I obey my orders! I send you off to the master of the pavilion!" The auctioneer held the hammer on the ground, knelt on one knee, and said loudly and respectfully. His lowered head showed an extremely excited look in his eyes.
"It seems that this time, I will inevitably be rewarded by the Pavilion Master!"
In the heart of the auctioneer, he couldn't help but feel happy that it was worth it to defend the rules of the auction house with his life. Standing up, the auctioneer looked high-spirited and said loudly, "The unknown little beast, bid one million Low-grade Spirit Stone, is there any higher!"
The entire auction house fell silent, and the discordant sound that Luo Mu least wanted to hear did not sound again. Everyone looked at Luo Mu with puzzled expressions, and at the same time, their eyes swept over the little beast next to the auctioneer from time to time.
They were very puzzled as to why Luo Mu paid a high price of one million Low-grade Spirit Stone to buy this nameless little beast. What they were even more puzzled about was why Cheng Lüxun did not hesitate to fall out with the Brotherhood Pavilion for the little beast in front of them, and almost took action at the auction house, breaking the rules of the auction house!
However, none of them knew the origin of the little beast. Even if they bought the little beast back, it would not have the slightest effect. Under such circumstances, who would be willing to increase the bid for the little beast.
Therefore, when the auctioneer finally asked if anyone had raised the price, no one in the entire auction house spoke again.
Regarding this, Luo Mu was secretly happy. With his brows loosened, he couldn't help but let out a heavy breath. If Low-grade Spirit Stone could capture this beast for just one million, Luo Mu felt that he had made a huge profit.
"Okay! No one raised the price, so... one million Low-grade Spirit Stone for the third time! The deal is done!"
As the auctioneer's hammer fell, in the iron cage beside the auctioneer, the tiger-like and adorable little beast naturally became the prize of Luo Mu.
(Alas! I can't write anything about how I feel today. I'm so depressed! It's already 1 o'clock and I need to go to bed first. My temples are sore and swollen.)