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Zhang Ruochen put his hands together, took back his mental power, stared at Murong Yue, and said, "Out of the black market Yipintang, there have been people following us. You should know who he is, right?"

Murong Yue lowered her head, pursed her lips gently, and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince doesn't need to pay attention to him. His target is me, not you." "That may not be."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "Now, you are so close to me, he will definitely misunderstand it, right?"

"Your Highness knows who he is?" Murong Yue was a little surprised.

"The fastest rising star in the Ministry of War, Bu Qianfan. Who else will follow you except him? This person is very infatuated. It seems that you have really become his inner demon." Zhang Ruochen said.

Er Sikong sat aside, pinching the Buddhist beads with both hands, and sighed: "Amitabha, since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty."

"Bang!"

Da Sikong patted Er Sikong's bald head and scolded him: "It's all your business."

Murong Yue fell silent because she knew that whether it was the Black Market Yipintang or the Mingzong, they were on the opposite side of the Ministry of War.

Bu Qianfan's appearance will undoubtedly cause a certain degree of obstacle to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Murong Yue's eyes showed a decisive expression and said, "Don't worry, your highness, you will definitely find a way to solve this matter. If he dares to find out about your Highness and threaten your Highness's safety, if necessary, you will take his life personally."

Zhang Ruochen sighed softly, without saying much, no one can get involved in the affairs between men and women. What's more, he can't even understand his own emotions, so what's the right to get involved in other people's affairs?

Behind the Blood Soul Chariot, three men wearing military armor were followed.

Among them, the young man at the front was wearing a stubble, wearing golden armor, sitting on the back of a barbarian elephant, looking very heroic.

This person is Bu Qianfan.

The soldier standing on Bu Qianfan's left pressed his palm on the sword and said in a deep voice: "Prince, I will go and help you clean up that kid."

"I dare to get so close to Miss Murong, I'm really looking for death." Another soldier's eyes showed murderous aura.

Bu Qianfan stared at the Blood Soul Chariot with a complicated look, and said, "Just because of you two, you are not his opponents."

"We are generals of the Ministry of War. As long as we use the token from the Ministry of War, no matter how high his cultivation is, will we dare to resist?" said one of the sergeants with scars on his face.

Bu Qianfan shook his head and said, "The token of the Ministry of War is effective for others and has no use to him. This person, who is so young, can ride in the Blood Soul Chariot, must be the new son of the Blood God Cult."

"He's Gu Linfeng?"

Both soldiers were stunned and showed a look of fear.

In the past half month, Gu Linfeng's deeds have been circulating throughout Tiantaizhou and even the Central Region.

Gu Linfeng was famous all over the world overnight.

It is said that when he was fighting for the Son of God, he crossed the Sea Spirit Seal and Wei Longxing and seized the position of Son of God in one fell swoop.

How could Hai Ling Seal and Wei Longxing be ordinary people?

There are even rumors that Gu Linfeng defeated the Blood God's great disciple in the same realm, and he was the number one genius in the Blood God Cult in 100,000 years.

Even if those legends are very low in authenticity, Gu Linfeng was able to become the son of the Blood God Sect, which proves that this person is definitely not easy to mess with.

The soldier with the scar said ruthlessly: "So even if it is the Son of the Blood God Cult? If we dare to touch the prince's woman, we will make him unable to take it."

Bu Qianfan stared at him, revealing a cold look, and said, "You should not interfere with the matter between me and Miss Murong. If you have nothing to do, you can check Linfeng's background and it is best to find out what this person's character is?"

"Don't worry, a little thing will not hurt us."

"I will go to the Ministry of War to retrieve Gu Linfeng's information now."

After the two soldiers left, Bu Qianfan rode the barbarian elephant and continued to follow forward.

He was worried about Murong Yue and was about to go and see what kind of person Gu Linfeng was, and whether he was worthy of her?

The largest store of the Demon Cult in the black market is called Zhuguang Pavilion.

The third-ranked auction house in the entire Tiantaizhou is built here.

Although it is just a store, it has a strong historical heritage and a large number of magic masters gathered. Even the saints have to restrain themselves when they come to Zhuguang Pavilion.

Yan Jinyao is a deacon in Zhuguang Pavilion, responsible for hosting some important figures tonight's auction. The auction of the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult is only held once a month, and there must be no accidents.

As long as a big shot appears, he must report it immediately and make arrangements in advance.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the gate.

Yan Jinyao quickly walked out and saw a golden-winged thunder eagle as big as a hill, heading from a distance and stopping outside the gate of Zhuguang Pavilion.

"The big figure of the Blood God Cult."

Yan Jinyao immediately met him, bowed and smiled, "I wonder which elder of the Blood God Sect came to Zhuguang Pavilion?"

In the chariot, a young man and woman walked down one after another.

The man is handsome and elegant, while the woman is also amazingly beautiful and looks charming.

Although Yan Jinyao saw Gu Linfeng for the first time, he guessed his identity at the first time and said with a smile: "It turns out that it is His Highness the Son of God and the young master of the Yipin Hall of the East Region Black Market. Please, please, please, please, please, please."

Murong Yue walked forward, Yingying smiled and said, "Deacon Yan, the thing I want will definitely appear in the auction tonight, right?"

"Don't worry, Young Master Murong, this matter is absolutely true." Yan Jinyao said.

It is obvious that Yan Jinyao and Murong Yue had already known each other for a long time. After a brief exchange, they confirmed that the holy soul of the green armored camel elephant would indeed be on the auction table tonight.

Yan Jinyao personally welcomed Zhang Ruochen and Murong Yue into Zhuguang Pavilion. As for the Grand Sikong and Er Sikong, they did not have such treatment and could only follow behind silently.

The two of them were watching around and seemed quite curious about everything about Zhuguang Pavilion.

At this moment, Dasikong widened his eyes and exclaimed: "This female donor is really... Meiru Bodhisattva..."

When Murong Yue heard the shocked scream of Dasikong, she immediately stopped, glared at Dasikong, and said, "Monk, don't make loud noises here, otherwise you will be driven out."

Da Sikong immediately shook his head, pointed to a lake not far away, and said, "I have no nonsense, I am really a Bodhisattva who has descended to earth."

Everyone followed the direction pointed by Dasikong and looked over.

I saw that there were many monks gathered on the lakeside not far away. They were talking and many people were amazed.

The monks were built in the center of the monks.

On the high platform, there was an extremely beautiful woman in white. She was very tall and her chest and buttocks were full. Her pair of slender women were both fair and round.

Her face is even more exquisite, without any flaws. Sitting by the lake, she looks particularly quiet, like a jade girl in a scroll, with a faint fairy spirit.

No wonder Da Sikong called her a Bodhisattva. Such a beauty does not seem to come from the human world.

"There is such a beautiful woman in the world. Who is she?" Even with Murong Yue's beauty, she felt ashamed of the woman in white.

Yan Jinyao smiled and said, "This woman was brought back from the Yuan Mansion by an elder in the sect. She was just an ordinary woman, not a cultivator."

"But her beauty is indeed too amazing and has a certain value. So the elder placed her in the Zhuguang Pavilion."

"In recent times, she has attracted many guests to Zhuguang Pavilion. Many people even threw out holy stones to make her laugh. However, she has never laughed and never even said a word."

Murong Yue said: "Is it a silly girl?"

"Who knows? Anyway, when she attracts enough VIPs' attention, Zhuguang Pavilion will send her to the auction table. With her beauty and virginity, she will definitely be able to sell for a considerable price." Yan Jinyao said.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were staring at the woman in white, and he was very shocked, as if he had seen something incredible.

Then, his voice was a little cold, and he said, "How can you treat her like this?"

Yan Jinyao thought Zhang Ruochen also fell in love with the woman, and smiled and said, "For Zhuguang Pavilion, both people and things have a price. The function of Zhuguang Pavilion is to maximize its (her) value."

"Do you know who she is? Do you really think that the price of Zhuguang Pavilion can be used to measure her?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were extremely cold, and the cold air emitted made Yan Jinyao tremble all over.

Murong Yue had never seen Zhang Ruochen look so angry. Realizing something was wrong, she immediately asked, "Young Master Gu, what's wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen did not say anything, turned into a stream of light, crossed the sky dozens of feet away, landed on the high platform by the lake, and looked at the woman in white.

She is indeed as beautiful as a fairy, but her eyes are very empty and without a trace of her spirit, and it seems that she has lost her soul.

Others don’t know her because no one has seen her true face.

But Zhang Ruochen had seen her true face, so he knew that she was Ling Feiyu who had been missing for two months, one of the nine palace masters of the Demon Sect, Feiyu Sword Saint.

"Why are you here? What did you go through?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Ling Feiyu was still sitting there, just slightly raised his pair of beautiful eyes and stared at the strange man in front of him.

Her eyes were still very empty.

"Could she hurt the Holy Soul when she fought with the Qingtian Blood Emperor?"

Zhang Ruochen immediately poked out a hand, grabbed Ling Feiyu's right wrist, and distributed a holy energy, which injected into her body.

Ling Feiyu neither resisted nor spoke, like a stone statue.

However, the monks below the high platform were very angry.

"Who is that boy? He actually dared to catch Mei Meiren's hand. He is so bold. I want to chop him up."

A young man with the second transformation of his cultivation level drew out a battle knife, flew up to the high platform, and slashed at Zhang Ruochen with a knife.
To be continued...