Wanjie Auction System

Ling Ruofeng didn't dare to stop along the way, and hurried back to Shenyanzong with the Xuan-level spiritual vein.

Ling Ruofeng told Ling Ruoxu what happened after he met Lin Chen at the auction house, and showed Ling Ruoxu the revised painting of the Five Emperors Talisman.

"The five emperors' talisman is indeed more perfect after modification. That senior actually knows about the restrictions of our Shenyan Mountain. It seems that the time has come!" Ling Ruoxu said.

"What timing!" Ling Ruofeng was a little surprised.

"Emperor Fuxi made a prophecy 10 years ago. After 10 years, someone will open the ban on Shenyan Mountain and restore the glory of our Shenyan Sect! If what you said is right, that person is powerful, at least he is a monk in the Transcending Tribulation Period , and obtained the true biography of Emperor Fuxi in the secret realm, I am afraid that this person is the one predicted by Emperor Fuxi!" Ling Ruoxu said.

"This matter is of great importance, I'm going to discuss it with Master!" Ling Ruoxu said and left quickly.

Ling Ruofeng looked at the back of the senior brother who was in a hurry to leave, and stayed where he was. The words just now were too informative, so he had to read them carefully.

In a remote palace in Shenyan Mountain, a white-haired old man was repeatedly fiddling with the tortoise shell and copper coins in front of him. He had done divination several times, and each time the result pointed to the east.

"Strange, could it be that the prophecy has already appeared?" the old man said to himself.

"Disciple seeks to see Master!" Ling Ruoxu's voice sounded outside the door.

"Come in!" The old man's old voice sounded, and then the palace's defensive formation was withdrawn, and the palace door opened.

"Master, please take a look!" Ling Ruoxu handed the five emperors talisman to the old man.

"Five Emperors talisman, this is the most basic talisman, what do you get here..." The old man recognized this talisman at a glance.

But after taking a closer look, he was immediately speechless. It could be seen that his eyes were wide open and his whole body was trembling, obviously extremely excited.

"This talisman is really perfect. It turns out that this is the real talisman of the Five Emperors. I didn't expect the rumors to be true!" the old man said with some melancholy.

"Master, what is the rumor?" Ling Ruoxu asked.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Eight Great Sacred Lands besieged the Shenyan Sect, intending to seize the inheritance left by Emperor Fuxi, which caused heavy losses to our Shenyan Sect, and almost cut off the inheritance.

Fortunately, Emperor Fuxi had expected it long ago, and set up a prohibition formation in Shenyan Mountain, so that the inheritance of our Shenyan Sect could not be extinguished, but in that battle, our Shenyan Sect’s scripture pavilion was destroyed, the suzerain died in battle, and the inheritance will last for thousands of years. Destroyed once.

Although the Shenyan Sect showed signs of recovery later, the inherited exercises were re-carved in jade talismans by the predecessors based on their memories. Everyone has a different understanding of the exercises, so the drawing techniques of the talismans have also changed, resulting in the gradual decline of the way of talismans! "The old man told the secret of ten thousand years ago.

"The Eight Great Sacred Lands are really hateful, this hatred is irreconcilable!" Ling Ruoxu said angrily.

"The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle among the monks. Anger cannot solve the problem. Only when we are strong can we be proud!" The old man sighed and said lightly.

"Tell me first, where did you get the five emperors talisman?" The old man remembered to ask the key point.

Ling Ruoxu then told the old man what Ling Ruofeng said.

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auction.

When the envoy of the Dayan Dynasty left, he felt that the people cleaning the door looked familiar, so he waved his hand to call some people.

"The boy who sweeps the floor over there, come here!"

Anyi and the others heard a familiar voice, looked up, and saw that it was their immediate superior, Murong Bo, the commander of the Imperial Army of Yan Kingdom.

An Yi seemed to see a life-saving straw, his eyes filled with excitement, and he knelt down in front of Murong Bo.

"This subordinate has seen the Grand Commander!"

"It's you? Why are you here, even cleaning up? You don't know your mission is..." Murong Bo suddenly stopped and scolded.

"Get out of here with me first, and I'll settle the score with you later!" Murong Bo looked at the eyes of the people outside, so he wanted An Yi and the others to leave this place with him first before making a fuss.

"Commander, it's not that we don't want to leave, but..." An Yi said with a bitter face.

Before he finished speaking, Huiren interrupted him directly.

"You guys don't sweep the floor properly, why are you doing this, fellow daoist, this is a new boy from our auction house, he doesn't know the rules, please don't take offense, fellow daoist!" Hui Ren reprimanded An Yi and the others first. , and then said to Murong Bo kindly.

As soon as An Yi and the others saw Hui Ren coming, they immediately lowered their heads and swept the floor, not daring to speak to Murong Bo.

"Presumptuous, they are the forbidden army of my Dayan Dynasty, you bald donkey dare to let them sweep the floor here, you are really presumptuous!" Murong Bo said angrily.

"Big Beng Fist!" Murong Bo directly used the mysterious martial art Da Beng Fist to attack Huiren.

Huiren directly released the powerful coercion in the later stage of the fusion, and then easily dispelled Murong Bo's fist with a cloud hand.

One must know that Murong Bo is the commander of the imperial guards of the Dayan Dynasty, and his cultivation was in the middle stage of the fusion, and his boxing skills are also ranked in the top ten in Dayan. Da Bengquan has killed countless strong people, and now he is easily dispelled by a simple-dressed monk.

"Amitabha, the world is so beautiful, but the benefactor is so violent, it's not good, not good!" Hui Ning clasped his hands together and said with compassion.

"You, who are you?" Murong Bo turned pale with shock.

"The poor monk is just a mere handyman for cleaning the auction house!"

How could a handyman be so tyrannical? Murong Bo knew that this auction house was not easy, but he didn't expect that even a sweeping monk was a late-stage fusion.

In the entire Dayan Dynasty, apart from the closed-door ancestor who was a late-stage body-fit monk, there was only Murong Ping, a late-stage body-fit monk, and this old monk's coercion was much stronger than Murong Ping's. The monk can sweep the entire Dayan Dynasty.

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, and Murong Bo doesn't care about the dark ones at the moment, he just thinks about escaping from here as soon as possible.

Just as he turned to leave, a young voice sounded.

"I want to leave even if I move my hands. Where is my auction house?" Lin Chen arrived at the door of the auction house at some point.

Murong Bo heard the sound and looked, a handsome young man waved his folding fan and looked at him with contempt.

Surrounded by Dao Yun, the young man was shining with golden light, like a god, and Murong Bo lost the courage to resist in an instant.

But soon he realized the problem. Although the young man looked very powerful, he actually had no aura fluctuations in his body.

There are two possibilities for this. One is that Lin Chen's cultivation has reached the level of transformation, he has returned to the original, and the harmony between man and nature is undetectable. The second possibility is that Lin Chen is simply a mortal, and the golden light of the rhyme may be a magic weapon produced anomalies.

After thinking for a while, Murong Bo made a decision and jumped forward, intending to capture Lin Chen.

He felt that at Lin Chen's age, it was impossible to cultivate to the realm of harmony between man and nature, so he followed the strategy of capturing the thief first, and took Lin Chen as a hostage.

Hui Ren looked at him and did not stop him from attacking, while Lin Chen remained motionless, as if he had been frightened stupid.

It seems that he made the right bet, this young man is a mortal, Murong Bo showed a smug smile.

He was getting closer and closer to Lin Chen, and when he was less than three inches away from Lin Chen's neck, Lin Chen showed a sly smile.

Lin Chen leaned slightly to one side, avoiding Murong Bo's attack, and then grabbed Murong Bo's arm directly with a grabbing hand. With a click, Murong Bo's right arm broke.

"Ah!..." Murong Bo roared heart-piercingly, from Murong Bo's attack to the crippling of his right arm, everything happened in a blink of an eye.