Everyone: Lingka Master is useless? A bad start!

Open a rectangular black box the size of a slipper.

Lying quietly inside was a thick stack of inconspicuous white paper.

"These hundred pieces of white paper... record one hundred eternal quatrains written by me. They are my own handwriting."

Say it.

Hundreds of ancient poems floated in the box...

The fonts on the paper are regular, majestic, and glowing with spiritual golden light...

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm a fool!!"

"Poems from the ages! There are hundreds of fucking poems?! Do you want to be so crazy?!"

"No... no, this ancient quatrain, really... would anyone be willing to put it up for auction?!"

"If I own an eternal quatrain, I will never sell it! Really! I won't sell it until I die! I will pass it on from generation to generation as a family heirloom! If any generation of descendants loses the eternal quatrain, I, the ancestor, will be a ghost I won’t let him go!”

"Good boy! When Mr. Wang Feng defeated the second demon master with poetry, he said that he would auction ancient poems.

[At that time, I thought this was a joke! 】After all, that is an eternal quatrain! Who doesn’t know the value of eternal quatrains? But I never expected... Boss Wang Feng to be serious? ! Moreover, it is not an auction? ! A hundred or so songs? ! This is so scary! "

"Hundreds of poems?! Hiss! Throughout ancient and modern times, there have been hundreds of large-scale auctions for auctioning poems, but today's auction, I dare say... is definitely the craziest one I have ever seen! The craziest! None of them!"

With the birth of hundreds of eternal quatrains! Everyone gasped! His face turned red with excitement! At the same time, it also pushed the auction to a small climax!

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"I won't say more about the value of eternal quatrains." Wang Feng was just about to say the bidding started.

But suddenly something came to mind, and he subconsciously glanced at the four peak masters not far away who were eager to bid.

Immediately, he looked around at the crowd and spoke righteously:

"Everyone has come a long way here. As a disciple of the Wuji Sect, if the auction items end up in the hands of the Wuji Sect, it will be like a shady case.

Therefore, after careful consideration, I decided, [Wuji Sect cannot participate in this auction! ! ! ]"

"What!!"

"Fuck!"

"Great justice!"

"Boss Wang Feng is absolutely fair, just and open! [So conscientious!]"

"He is really! I cried to death!"

As soon as Wang Feng said this! Everyone’s eyes lit up! As an immortal sect, the Wuji Sect cannot participate in the auction. For them... it means they have lost a strong competitor, which greatly increases the chance of getting the auction item. This is great news!

Everyone said in their hearts that Wang Feng was a great and good man! I was completely impressed by Wang Feng’s pattern!

But only Wang Feng himself knows clearly about Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

Some people are happy and some are sad, and the four peak masters of the Wuji Sect are furious! I feel so bad! Although they are from the same sect as Wang Feng, they are also very greedy for the treasures in Wang Feng's hands! I really want to auction off all Wang Feng’s treasures! It’s best not to leak any of it!

However, since Wang Feng is the treasure of Wuji Sect, they can only choose to respect Wang Feng's decision even as the peak master!

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"I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground."

"Wine and song, life geometry."

The ancestor of the Star Sect stared at the poem suspended in the air and subconsciously read it...

He nodded and praised: "What a poem! What a poem!"

"But although it is a good poem, I have no idea about poetry. A man is a man who stands tall and proud. He plays with weapons and throws blood. Poetry? That's what girls play with, huh?!"

Halfway through his disdainful words, the ancestor of the Star Sect suddenly flashed a look of surprise on his face. He looked inwards and couldn't believe it:

"The evil spirit and negative energy in my body... have decreased?! This! How is this possible?!"

The ancestor of the Xingchen Sect was surprised and happy. After millions of years of fighting and traveling to secret realms... he had accumulated a lot of evil spirits and negative energy in his body...

As a powerful Immortal Emperor, he has the means to solve other things, but he is helpless only about the evil energy and negative energy in his body!

This matter... has always been an unsolvable knot in his heart.

"What's going on? The purpose of my retreat is to prevent the negative energy in my body from growing and erupting! But the effect of the retreat is not good either.

It has not decreased in a million years! Why did it happen today..."

At this point in his thoughts, the ancestor of the Star Sect's pupils trembled and his arms trembled! A horrifying suspicion came into his mind that made him tremble!

"If it's true! That's terrible!"

"But it shouldn't be possible, right?! If this kind of thing is true... the entire Xuantian world will be crazy about it!"

"I hope I am overthinking!!"

The ancestor of the Star Sect took a deep breath. In order to verify the appalling conjecture in his heart, he stared at the poem and started reading it aloud again...