"What are you talking about? How dare you threaten me?" The young man in brocade robe heard Huang Xiaolong's bad words, and invisibly, a force of oppression crushed Huang Xiaolong hard!

However, the young man in brocade still didn't believe it. Huang Xiaolong dared to say such ruthless words. He was a disciple of Kongtong Sect, but he had never been humiliated by a guy who was most likely a casual cultivator?

The two old servants standing behind the brocade boy also had a fierce murderous intent flashing in their eyes, but they stopped them in time. "Young master, it is not advisable to take action here. If you want to kill, you have to wait until they leave Guanshan Island before killing them. Don't break the rules, otherwise it will be difficult to recover."

These people, in front of Huang Xiaolong, said without hesitation that when Huang Xiaolong left Guanshan Island, they would be so arrogant that they were extremely arrogant.

The six casual cultivators who came with Huang Xiaolong were now scared to death. They thought to themselves, it was over, and they were finally in a disaster after all! Kongtong Sect, like a giant, how could a casual cultivator afford? Although Huang Xiaolong has profound magical power and flying swords, he is from Middle Earth!

His foundation in the overseas world of cultivators can be said to be zero!

If a master comes out of Kongtong Sect, he can be suppressed by any means!

"Hmph!!!" The young man in brocade robe thought, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous here. He just took away the heavy murderous intent and smiled sinisterly. "Boy, you have a temper, but you only have a temper and have no strength, and you will die quickly."

"Hahaha, I should say this to you." Huang Xiaolong smiled indifferently.

Ying Aoshan, Song Yuru, and the three little monsters also had a look of watching the excitement, and they were not worried about Huang Xiaolong at all. They all knew how much Huang Xiaolong existed.

In this auction hall, there were many cultivators who looked at Huang Xiaolong with gloating at this time. Some cultivators were joking with the boy in brocade robe.

"Young Master Chang, why are you angry?" At this time, a middle-aged man, wearing a maroon robe, hurried over.

The magic fluctuations emitted by this person are in the late stage of the magic power realm. They may be one step away from the early stage of the magic power realm, but if they don’t take this step, they will be cannon fodder after all, so he seems very weak in front of the brocade-robed boy.

A middle-aged man had a sign hanging on his chest, which was the staff of the auction house.

"Hmph! This casual cultivator dares to humiliate me here. Your auction house is too unprofessional, right? When can even casual cultivators like ants enter and exit freely?" The young man in brocade robe looked reproachful.

"Young Master Chang doesn't need to be angry. You can deal with it, and you can deal with it." The middle-aged man, with a flattering look on his face, nodding and bowing. It seems that he was very afraid of the young man in brocade robe.

That’s right, no matter what the disciples of Kongtong Sect are, as long as they report the background, few people won’t buy it.

"Cough cough" the middle-aged man straightened his back and looked at Huang Xiaolong and others with a little sinister look. Although he was not at a high level, he had worked in this auction house for many years and had seen countless people, and his eyesight was still very unique.

When he saw Huang Xiaolong was wearing something that was not a robe (there was a formation in the clothes that could exude magic power and a certain defense. Almost all disciples of the sect had robes). The casual cultivators standing next to Huang Xiaolong were also so weak that they felt pitiful. Looking at Song Yuru and Ying Aoshan, they were simply even weaker, no different from mortals. As for the three little monsters, they could not see anything special.

‘Okay! A group of ants actually ran to the auction house to watch the fun! They dared to offend Young Master Chang of Kongtong Sect! You are causing trouble for me! Damn it! Trash!’

The middle-aged man's eyes became colder. "You guys, apologize to Young Master Chang immediately! Then, leave the auction house!"

"Apology?" Huang Xiaolong laughed instead of anger, "Who are you?"

"I am a deacon in Guanshan Island Market, an auction house! Why do you want to take revenge on me? Hahahaha~ Isn't you apologizing to Young Master Chang?" the middle-aged man said aggressively.

"Oh," Huang Xiaolong nodded. "This is the auction house, you are the deacon of the auction house, right?"

"Boy, you're talking too much nonsense!" The middle-aged man roared impatiently. If it weren't for the fact that the lord of Guanshan Island had issued a strict order, no one would have taken action on the island. I'm afraid he would have taken action long ago and killed Huang Xiaolong.

"Not nonsense." Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. "The auction house is a place for trading items, and you are a deacon of the auction house. Then, your job is to receive guests who come to trade items. And I happen to be thicker items in this auction house. Your attitude towards me should not force me to apologize to a person from the Kongtong Sect. Here, I have a question to ask you whether you are a deacon of the auction or a dog raised by the Kongtong Sect?"

Puff~!

The middle-aged man had a mouthful of old blood in his heart and spurted it out!

Huang Xiaolong's words really choked him!

Huang Xiaolong did not make noise or speak out loud. Every word he said was a word of reason, and every word was heartbroken, which made the middle-aged man unable to come up with a word to deal with it!

Even some other cultivators in the auction hall nodded independently.

"Hey! This kid has a sharp vocabulary, but it's a bit difficult to deal with!"

"It's so ugly, but it makes sense. As a deacon at the auction, he took the initiative to drive away the guests and openly please the people of the Kongtong Sect. This is indeed a bit shameless."

"However, this kid is too sharp and has no strength, so the trouble is coming."

...

"Zhou Zhou, please step back." A gentle woman's voice came.

I saw a girl in her twenties with a slim face and a peach cheek, and a decent temperament, walking over.

When Huang Xiaolong saw that the girl's real age should be about 200 years old, her aura was at least almost the same as the two disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect who were killed by Huang Xiaolong. She was a master, at least not the brocade robe disciple of the Kongtong Sect, who could reach it.

"Yes, yes, Zhan xiǎo jiě." The middle-aged man did not dare to talk long-windedly, looked at Huang Xiaolong resentfully, and then stepped back.

"Pay attention to your identity in the future." The girl "Zhan xiǎo jiě" glanced at the middle-aged man coldly. Then, she said to Huang Xiaolong. "You are right. Our auction house should be impartial and should not favor anyone."

"Zhan xiǎo jiě." The young man in the brocade robe was a little afraid of Zhan xiǎo jiě, and he hurriedly said. "Zhan xiǎo jiě is not just unreasonable, but these casual cultivators don't understand the rules at all. If you have something to be thick, you should go to the street stall area of ​​the night market. This auction house is a place for valuables to trade. Why should they come in?"

"Yes." Zhan xiǎo jiě nodded and looked at Huang Xiaolong. "Several people, it's not that our auction house will not entertain, but according to the rules, it is true that this auction house only accepts transactions of valuables."

"Get out quickly!" The young man in brocade robe became arrogant again.

"Trade valuables?" Huang Xiaolong looked at the boy in brocade robe with fun. "I have valuables and I want to give it to the auction house."

"Hahaha~ Crane? Are you referring to those cranes you have? It's so stupid. Those birds are not valuable! Go to the night market to set up a stall!" The boy in brocade robe laughed rampantly, showing his stigma to the fullest.

"Crane? I have never said that I should be thicker my crane." Huang Xiaolong sneered. "When you come to this auction house, do you have valuables to be thicker?"

"Of course!" The young man in brocade robe revealed a hint of unconcealed arrogance in his tone. "I discovered three sword techniques in a ruin. Are these items considered expensive?"

As soon as these words came out, the sound of gasping sounded throughout the hall.

The sword technique, especially those found in the remains, must be extremely precious! It is even more precious than some flying swords with less quality. You must know that if there is a flying sword but without the sword technique, it is impossible to perfectly exert the power of the flying sword.

Hearing this, Ying Aoshan's heart was slightly moved, "Oh, the sword technique is equivalent to the martial arts secrets in our ancient martial arts circle, and its value is indeed high. If it is a powerful sword technique, it would be amazing."

Even Zhan xiǎo jiě was slightly moved. "Young Master Chang, three sword techniques?"

"Yes, three moves. From the perspective of my Kongtong Sect's disciples, those three sword techniques are extremely powerful! It's a pity that it is not a complete set of sword techniques. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to use Guanshan Island Market. If I take back the sect, I will be unimaginable in the rewards I get." A hint of regret flashed across Young Master Chang's eyes.

"Why are you still standing here? Why don't you get out of here?" Young Master Chang drove Huang Xiaolong again.

At this time, Zhan xiǎo jiě did not stop him.

"Wait for three sword techniques? Hahaha, this is called trading valuables? Let's do this, I will also take out the items I want to have thick. I think it should be barely more powerful than your three sword techniques, and it's dozens or hundreds of times more expensive." Huang Xiaolong smiled jokingly.

As soon as this statement was heard, it attracted a burst of laughter in the hall.

What is something that is dozens or hundreds of times more expensive than the three sword techniques? Ji pin magic weapon? Immortal pill?

"Hahahaha, you kid, actually speak wildly!" Young Master Chang laughed in anger, and then a trace of conspiracy and poisonous schemes emerged in his eyes. "Let's do this, the appraiser's vision is also very good in this auction house. Boy, take out the items you want to chus thick and let the appraiser appraisal. If you want the items that are thick and really worth more than the three sword techniques of this young master, then I will let you go. But if your items that are thick and are ordinary and cannot exceed the three sword techniques of this young master, then... you kneel down first and call Ben Shao three times Grandpa, what do you think?"

"Uh, do you want to bet on this with me?" Huang Xiaolong was overjoyed and almost wanted to laugh out loud. "Okay, if I want a thick item that is worth more than your three sword techniques, you kneel down and kowtow. I don't want you to call me. I don't want to be your grandfather. I'm annoyed enough with such unworthy descendants."

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Chapter completed!