The buzz around them continued unabated, and they were very excited about the auction that was going to be held tonight.

Holy weapons are rare to begin with, and the auction of holy weapons is even rarer, not to mention that this is the holy weapon that Chu Tianhao, the chief of Xuanwang Palace, personally inherited.

If it involves the burial of a playboy, then this auction will undoubtedly be more interesting.

Lin Yun drank the wine in the glass, put the glass down, and left slowly.

The news came without any effort, and the matter was much bigger than expected. No wonder the evil cultivators in the Demon Realm were not surprised by him. I am afraid that many disciples of the four sects came here these days.

Half an hour later.

Lin Yun and Xiao Bingfeng met and told each other the information they had found.

"Tianxing Pavilion is so scary..." Xiao Bingfeng said seriously: "That's right, he is so seriously injured, he must find an absolutely safe place to hide. I advise you to give up."

"How can it be so easy to give up? That old guy from Fuyun Sword Sect won't show mercy to me. I must get more than a hundred drops of True Dragon Holy Liquid!"

Lin Yun looked calm and said in an understated tone. It was about the gathering of seven flowers, and he could not give up.

Tonight, Ben Lei Demon Sword must die.

Only he knows whether he is so calm on the surface.

"The moon is so round tonight! Now that the spiritual formation is set up, Emperor... just stay here."

Lin Yun put the Silver Moon Mask on his face, and his head of green hair instantly turned into a silver waterfall, and the hair strands fluttered in the wind, blooming with a shimmer.

Whoosh!
Chapter completed!