Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

The golden-scaled lion waved his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone, although the Disha Cult is not someone to be trifled with, I am not a soft persimmon either!"

When everyone heard the words, they looked at each other in dismay.

It's useless to say more. It's their greatest kindness to be able to give you advice.

The others shook their heads and retreated silently.

The golden-scaled lion still sat where he was, shouting loudly.

"Collecting invitations to the auction, collecting old invitations to the auction..."

Repeated these words over and over again.

Many people passing by heard this and cast strange looks at him.

But no one came to pay attention to him.

Just as the sun was setting in the west, the golden-scaled lion sighed and prepared to call it a day.

Suddenly, an old man in linen clothes hurried over from a distance, panting and sweating on his forehead.

When he got close, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and asked: "Brother, are you accepting invitations to the auction?!"

The golden-scaled lion's eyes lit up and he quickly responded: "That's right. Do you want to sell it?"

The old man in sackcloth nodded, then shook his head.

Instead of answering the question directly, he asked: "What did you give in exchange?"

"Spirit stone?"

The golden-scaled lion answered somewhat uncertainly.

The old man in sackcloth slowly shook his head, not very satisfied, "Lingshi is not very important to me."

The golden-scaled lion scratched his head: "Then... the demon pill?"

"How many levels?"

"Uh, fourth level."

No matter how tall you are, there is no such thing as a golden-scaled lion.

All the sixth-level ones were given to Tang Shi, but he wanted to use the fifth-level ones.

The old man in sackcloth thought for a while, but still shook his head: "No, the grade is too low. If it is the sixth grade, I can consider it."

Golden-scaled lion: "..."

It doesn’t even want to give you the fifth level, why should you give it to the sixth level? !

Dream it!

It's just an invitation, nothing worth it.

The golden-scaled lion murmured in his heart and said impatiently: "Then what do you want?"

The old man in sackcloth pondered for a while and said straight to the point: "Brother, let me tell you honestly, this is what happened."

"My invitation was snatched away by someone. The other party is too strong and I am no match for it, so I would like to ask you to help me get it back."

The old man in Mai paused for a moment and continued: "Don't worry, the invitation will be yours after I get it back. I just want those who bullied me to pay the price, you see..."

"What's the cultivation level of those people?"

"Not too high, not too high, the strongest Nascent Soul is at its peak."

"Okay, no problem." The golden-scaled lion agreed without hesitation.

In the Nascent Soul stage, are you just playing for fun if you don't beat him? !

Seeing this, the old man in sackcloth breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Then we will go there now?"

"Row."

The two hit it off.

Under the leadership of the old man in sackcloth, we walked somewhere towards the sunset.

"May I ask what you call me?"

"Golden scales."

"What a good name. Little Brother Jinlin lives up to his name and is very powerful."

"Haha...I don't have to say polite words. What about you? What's your name?"

"My surname is Chen, Chen Xuanwu."

"..."

The two of them talked and laughed as they moved forward.

After a while, the two came to a building.

This building is very quaint and looks like it has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

Chen Xuanwu took the lead and kicked the heavy door, causing a loud "Bang!"

The door was kicked to pieces.

A group of people quickly rushed out and surrounded the two people.

One of them shouted: "It's you Chen Xuanwu again, you dare to come here, you are very courageous, I will make sure you come back today!"

Chen Xuanwu grunted twice, "I brought helpers here today, so you'd better just surrender and capture me!"

"Oh?"

In the encirclement, someone sneered: "You actually have an accomplice? That's all, let's solve it together!"

After saying that, a majestic coercion burst out from everyone's bodies, crushing towards the two of them.

Chen Xuanwu retreated behind the golden-scaled lion with a solemn expression, looking around him warily.

The rest of the people sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, each one filled with murderous intent.

"Go up, go up, get rid of them quickly!" Chen Xuanwu shouted excitedly.

The golden-scaled lion took a look.

Indeed, as Chen Xuanwu said, among those people, the cultivation level is the highest Nascent Soul.

"Old Ghost Chen! Let me see where you are going today!"

"Since everything has been delivered to your door, even if I am here today, I will not be able to save you."

The group of people waved their magic weapons and rushed towards the two of them. The atmosphere was tense and filled with murderous intent.

The golden-scaled lion narrowed his eyes, exuding overwhelming power, and waves of terrifying pressure swept out.

"boom!"

In an instant, the entire void seemed to turn into water.

An invisible ripple spread out, sending everyone around him flying.

They fell dizzy, and blood oozed from the corners of their mouths.

Chen Xuanwu put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, what is this? You are asking for trouble!"

"you--"

The group of people were shaking with anger.

One of them cursed angrily: "Old man, you are looking for death!"

As he spoke, he held a spear and turned it into a stream of light, piercing the space and stabbing Chen Xuanwu.

But the next second, his spear was stopped in mid-air and he could no longer move forward an inch.

The man was horrified to find that a figure was standing in front of him, holding the tip of a gun between his fingers. He looked casually and didn't seem to be using much force.

But that figure held the spear tightly like an iron pincer, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

The man raised his head in surprise and saw a pair of gloomy tiger eyes.

The golden-scaled lion raised his hand and threw the spear away, falling to the ground with a 'clang' sound.

"You...who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is to return the auction invitation!"

Everyone: "???"

Very confused.

Confused.

The group of people looked at the golden-scaled lion with strange expressions.

Seeing this, the golden-scaled lion frowned and said impatiently: "What? Don't you want to do it anyway?"

"We are from the Wanyou Chamber of Commerce. I wonder what the auction invitation you mentioned is...?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator stepped forward, raised his hands and asked.

"what???"

The golden-scaled lion was stunned for a moment.

clam?

These people are... from the Wanyou Chamber of Commerce? !

Thief Chen actually let him use such brutal means to get the invitation!

After offending someone from the Wanyou Chamber of Commerce, can the owner still participate in the auction?

Isn’t this... it’s over!

He suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Xuanwu, his eyes burning with anger.

Chen Xuanwu was so stunned by his gaze that he couldn't help but shrink his neck, "Ahem, don't get me wrong, little brother, Wanyou Chamber of Commerce did take back my invitation, I didn't lie to you~"

"Fuck you, you stole that from us, we will return it to its original owner when we take it back!"

The Nascent Soul monk roared angrily.

A look of embarrassment flashed across Chen Xuanwu's face.

The golden-scaled lion was so angry that he laughed.

"Okay, okay, let's play like this, you wait for me, I will go to the kitchen to get you an invitation."