The next day, the auction was finally held, and with Zhao Yunjie's spoils at the end, everyone's interest increased greatly.

In addition to the group of people who came to buy equipment, there was another group of people who also entered the auction house. Their purpose was not to auction.

Rou'er did not wear exposed clothes on the stage this time, but rather had very ordinary clothes.

This made everyone feel a little disappointed. Rou'er is now Zhao Yunjie's personal maid, so how could she wear that kind of clothes again?

The auction went smoothly. Without the existence of a rich man like Zhao Yunjie, everyone has gained something.

However, due to the nearly 1,000 monks' storage bags, almost half of them were destroyed in the battle, and more than 500 were left, but the more than 500 things inside were already sold to the auction house for three days.

During these three days, Zhao Yunjie was in charge of the backstage. Every time Rouer entered the backstage, she would jump into Zhao Yunjie's arms and make out for a while, and then take out another item.

The five Jindan stage monks pretended to be buyers and sat in five seats in the venue.

When they encounter something they like, Yu Er will take action to grab it.

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, the auction house began to auction the equipment of the ten powerful Jindan stage men.

When Rouer heard that he was going to auction the equipment of ten powerful Jindan stage men, some people's eyes lit up and they thought to themselves: "The good show is coming, I finally waited for it, I hope it is a good thing."

Another group of people had bad faces and were full of anger. They clenched their fists and looked at the entire venue coldly, not knowing what they were thinking.

Finally, Rou'er came out of the backstage, holding a low-grade ghost weapon in his hand, and said to everyone: "This is a low-grade ghost weapon, Taihe Sword, I won't tell you the origin. Interested friends, please bid, and the starting price is 100,000 Xianling Stone."

As Rou'er finished speaking, the others were about to bid, and the group of people with bad faces stood up and pointed at the Taihe sword in Rou'er's hand. They said with anger: "I see who dares to bid. Whoever buys this sword will be against my Tianyou Pavilion!"

"Yes, this sword is the matchmaker of my disciples of Tianyou Pavilion. Who dares to bid?" As he said that, these people used their true energy to activate the pressure of the late stage of the Jindan. They were immediately exerted.

Everyone was shocked. Is this... Is this here to make trouble?

At this time, it is time to test the strength of the auction house. If this difficulty cannot be broken, the reputation of the Lingtai Auction house will be ruined.

Seeing that these seven people were all late-stage cultivators of the Golden Pill, Shi Ziying was immediately anxious when she looked at them in the background.

"What should I do? Those fellow disciples of the Jindan stage cultivators who besieged you came to the door. The five worshipers I invited may not be able to stop these people!" Shi Ziying looked at Zhao Yunjie with an anxious look on her face. She obviously did not expect that this group of people would appear.

"It's okay, they seem to have received news that my junior brother was killed by me, but they should think that it was killed by the forces behind me, and they should be very afraid of my existence. This time, I must be just to recycle these ghost tools." Zhao Yunjie looked at these people, thought for a while, and immediately said with certainty.

"But if this happens, no one dares to bid, and the reputation of our auction house will be ruined." Shi Ziying kept walking back and forth, feeling extremely anxious.

Sure enough, some people were already dissatisfied in the venue, "What's wrong with the organizer? Can't the auction be opened? How can we auction this way?"

"Yes, just seven late-stage monks in the Golden Pill stage, can't even solve the problem with our Lingtai Auction House?" Immediately, there was another monk's interface.

Seeing that everyone's emotions became more and more dissatisfied, Zhao Yunjie had to stand up, look at the five worshippers who were sitting and not daring to move, shook his head at Ziying, and said, "Wait, I have to ask them to get back the fairy spirit stone. How can such people just take the spirit stone but don't work?"

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Shi Ziying asked in confusion when she saw Zhao Yunjie standing up and walking towards the stage.

"Go and send them away. Isn't this the responsibility of me, the second shopkeeper?" Zhao Yunjie smiled at Shi Ziying, then turned around and walked onto the stage.

Hearing Zhao Yunjie's relaxed words, Shi Ziying's heart suddenly calmed down. Looking at Zhao Yunjie, her heart was filled with strange feelings, and she thought to herself: "It's obvious that the situation outside is so serious, but I'm not in a hurry at all now. Is this the feeling of someone relying on?"

Shi Ziying knew that there was no one behind Zhao Yunjie, including the battle in the forest, which was also the result of his own actions.

Since he can destroy a thousand people by himself, it should be no problem for these seven people today. Thinking of this, Shi Ziying felt relieved and no longer worried about Zhao Yunjie.

On the stage, Rou'er, who had been standing blankly and didn't know what to do, saw Zhao Yunjie coming, and immediately hid behind Zhao Yunjie.

When everyone saw someone coming out of the organizer, they stopped shouting. Seeing that the person coming out was Zhao Yunjie, everyone was stunned. Why did he come out?

And the seven monks immediately looked fierce, because the one who killed their junior brother was the force behind this person on the stage.

"Sorry, some trivial matters have disturbed everyone. I am the second shopkeeper of Lingtai Auction House. Let's solve it for everyone." Zhao Yunjie bowed to everyone and said in a very relaxed tone.

"Second shopkeeper?" Everyone was shocked after hearing this. Zhao Yunjie actually became the second shopkeeper of the auction house?

Could it be that the Shi family is behind Zhao Yunjie? It’s impossible. The Shi family has only one woman and one servant left. How can they endure the thousand monks?

There was also the tone of "This is a solution for everyone!", which seemed to be a small matter now, without any tension. After hearing this, everyone looked curious.

In the box upstairs, a young monk's face changed, "Second shopkeeper? The Shi family who killed one of my hunting dogs was impossible. The Shi family had already been suppressed by my Luo family, and there was only one auction house left. And I used a little trick to manage this auction house, so why did a second shopkeeper suddenly appear?"

"Have you checked?" said the young monk. He asked the old servant beside him.

"Young master, check it. He is a monk from the lower star field of the Tianxiong Star Division of the Qinglong Saint Sect. He only has a temporary token on his body. It should be no big problem if he kills it. At that time, he will send the token to the Qinglong Sect. He will say that he saw a corpse in the wild. There is a token from the Qinglong Sect on the body. He will just send it here." The old servant lowered his head slightly and said.

"Yes, just an ant from the lower star field. I think Qinglong's sect would think that this kid had a clash with. He was killed by someone. He could not say that after giving this token, our Luo family could still have some relationship with Qinglong's sect." Luo Wenge nodded and said.

"Then the old servant prepares it and take action tonight." After hearing this, the old servant said respectfully to Luowen Pavilion.

"It's my fault for Uncle Wu." Luo Wenge nodded to the old servant and said with a smile.

"It is the old servant's duty to share the worries of the young master." The old servant answered seriously.

"Second Shopkeeper?" Hearing Zhao Yunjie's words, the seven monks became even more angry. They pointed at Zhao Yunjie and said, "It turned out that your Lingtai Auction House killed my junior brother and even took his things to auction! OK, very good!"

"Don't you ask what they did to me?" Zhao Yunjie looked at the angry expressions of the seven people and said in a flash.

At this time, when the seven people saw the murderer in front of them, they suddenly became jealous. The seven people around the entire auction house also checked, and there were no powerful figures.

So the seven people felt a little impulsive, thinking that even if Zhao Yunjie had a strong backstage, he should have left now. Then today is an opportunity to avenge the junior brothers and seize those ghost weapons.

Thinking of this, one of the monks pointed at Zhao Yunjie and said, "No matter what the reason, the person who dares to kill my Tianyou Pavilion is the enemy of my Tianyou Pavilion."

"Since you are so unreasonable, what else can you say?" Zhao Yunjie's tone became calmer and calmer, and he said lightly.

Suddenly, the seven people looked at each other and nodded slightly, preparing to cause trouble. They took advantage of the chaos to kill the early stage monk in the Killing Pill stage, snatch the things and leave.

With Zhao Yunjie's eyesight, how could he not see the changes in the slight movements and expressions of the seven people? Just when the seven people were about to rise up and rushed to the stage, Zhao Yunjie took the initiative and flashed. The Dragon Pattern Soul Chasing Sword was already in his hand, and he did not use any true energy. With his physical strength, his footsteps moved, like a movie of the Rapid Light, and instantly appeared beside the seven people. When everyone reacted, Zhao Yunjie had already returned to the stage and even put away the Dragon Pattern Soul Chasing Sword.

Now, everyone looked confused. Is this an illusion just now? It seemed that when I saw Mr. Zhao rushing towards the seven people on the stage, why did he clearly stay on the stage in the blink of an eye?

In the venue, the late-stage monks in the Jindan stage could not see the process clearly. It was so fast that nothing seemed to have happened. They all thought they had an illusion.

However, what happened next forced them to believe that they had read it wrong and what really happened just now.

I saw that the seven monks who stood up suddenly broke into pieces of meat and scattered on the ground.

Now, everyone was stunned. Looking at Zhao Yunjie on the stage, everyone seemed to have been slapped ten times.

"So fast speed. We read it right just now. It was Mr. Zhao who rushed over! This speed, my god, this... this... Mr. Zhao is not a cultivator in the early stage of the Jindan stage, he... he... he just killed seven cultivators in the late stage of the Jindan stage in seconds."

Now, they finally understood why Zhao Yunjie's tone of speaking on stage just now was so relaxed and concise, without a trace of nervousness.

It turns out that Mr. Zhao killed these seven people, it was so simple. This kind of strength was definitely a cultivator at the Nascent Soul level!

"Where is the person behind him?" At this time, everyone immediately expressed this emotion in their hearts, which was ridiculous that they had just discovered this fact now.

In the box upstairs, Luo Wenge suddenly had a distorted face and was shocked, because he found that he didn't see clearly how Zhao Yunjie took action and how the seven people died!

This is a bit terrifying. His Luowen Pavilion is the peak of the late stage of the Golden Pill, and he is only one step away from the Nascent Soul. If he can't see it, then could this Zhao Yunjie be a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage?

Thinking of this, Luo Wenge, who had always been very calm, suddenly became uneasy. He turned to look at the old servant, his face looked a little ugly, but he didn't ask, but the meaning of the question was very obvious.

The old servant was stunned. Looking at Zhao Yunjie on the stage, he looked unbelievable. He was a strong man in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, and of course he could see clearly what had just happened.

After feeling the young master looking at him, the old servant turned around and said softly:

"Young Master, sixty-three swords. At that moment, Zhao Yunjie produced sixty-three swords, each with nine swords."

"Where is the strength?" Luo Wenge heard that he had slashed out sixty-three swords in such a short time, and was stunned. He grabbed the handle of the chair with both hands, and pinched both handles with two "clicks".

Seeing that the young master who was usually very calm and became so excited, the old servant knew that it was obviously the young master who had suffered a lot of blows, because an ant in the lower star field was actually stronger than the young master, which made the young master unable to bear it at all.

The old servant hesitated for a while and spoke gently: "It should be in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

When Luo Wenge heard this, his eyes revealed a madness of not admitting defeat, "Is it true in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul? OK, OK, very good!"

The old servant looked at the young master's crazy look and felt a little worried, so he stopped talking. He didn't want to hit the young master with a strong self-esteem.

In fact, he just discovered that Zhao Yunjie did not inspire any true energy during the entire process of using the sixty-three swords.

However, how dare the old servant tell the young master the truth? Otherwise, the young master would not know what he would be crazy.

Apart from Luowen Pavilion, the old servant himself felt extremely incredible about Zhao Yunjie. A person from the lower star field can actually cultivate to the level of Nascent Soul. How is this possible? (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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