The villain's guide to throwing blame

After the man on the stage finished speaking, he bowed and retreated.

Feng Ling glanced at all kinds of monks in the hall, and when he glanced at the man who came on stage just now from the corner of his eye, he was suddenly taken aback and turned his attention to him.

Or in other words, it fell on the person next to him.

That person was covered with icy cold and fierce aura, and his whole body was filled with a fierce aura that could almost transform into form. Although his figure was not visible, Feng Ling could be sure that it was a woman.

Just now, after the man stepped back, he respectfully bowed deeply towards the man who was walking towards the auction stage, and then approached him with permission and said something in a low voice.

After the woman finished listening, her sharp eyes swept towards the direction of the third floor intentionally or unintentionally, and she immediately separated from Feng Ling's eyes hidden behind the curtain, then nodded as if nothing had happened, and ordered the man to step back and leave. Take a big stride onto the stage.

And Feng Ling, who was leaning on the chair as if he had no bones, squinted his eyes, sat up slowly, and looked at the woman on the stage with probing and doubtful eyes, and his expression became serious. .

Judging from the attire of the man just now, he should be a steward with a high status in the undercurrent, or a high-level auctioneer, but this time he has never had the qualifications to lead the auction, and he is also a Unidentified woman so respectful...

The female auctioneer in the Undertow organization is of high status, is still young, and has such icy spiritual power... Fengling rubbed his chin finger gently twice, and found out from his memory that the auctioneer matched these few words. requirements of the person.

In addition to the conclusions he had just observed, combined with the current scene, this person can only be Lin Yinqi, the hall master of the Undercurrent Treasure Pavilion.

However, after he came to this conclusion, he did not diminish his strong curiosity by half. Ten years ago, at the auction of the undercurrent, a magic weapon from the saint period was sold. There is an opportunity for people to ascend again, but the hall master of the Treasure Pavilion has not been able to invite him to come forward in person.

Now this auction, it is said that there are two legendary finale auction items, but in fact Feng Ling is quite aware of how valuable those items can be, just like what he said before, although the Blood Night Styx Scroll is legendary, But it can only be said to be unique.

Although Xianxiu was attracted by the news this time, many people came, but it was only because of the influence of the previous two murders. In fact, this volume of exercises did not really arouse their interest, it was just attached to it The history of the immortal cultivators gave birth to so many inexplicable curiosity.

Of course, the remnant soul of Ling Jinglan that may be attached to it may have this value, but I am afraid that he is the only one who knows this. For some reason, the abnormality of the blood night Styx scroll can only be noticed in his hands , even Yue Chen tossed and tossed this volume of exercises by his side, it was just a very ordinary exercise in the hands of the monk.

Feng Ling held his chin, his mind was full of chaotic thoughts, but out of inertia, his eyes kept falling on the woman on the stage.

And all this fell into Yuechen's eyes, and it became like this. The handsome young man in a bright red dress stared at the female auctioneer with a dazed expression, not knowing what he thought of, turning a deaf ear to the noise from the outside world , only immersed in their own world.

For some reason, he felt a little irritable in his heart, but he couldn't find the source, so Yuechen could only lower his eyes and stop looking at him, picked up the teacup on the side with one hand, and took a sip casually in a careless mood. He also had no taste in his mouth, so he had no choice but to put down the teacup, pinch the rosary with his fingertips, and silently chant the scriptures in his heart.

"I'm Lin Yinqi, the auctioneer of today's Zhenbao Pavilion auction. I believe everyone present understands the rules of the undercurrent. I don't want to be too annoying. I just hope that all the distinguished guests can get what they want. , took a favorite item."

Hall Master Lin bowed slightly, hugged her fists in front of her body, saluted everyone present, and then showed a hearty smile that was different from her own temperament, and briefly introduced herself.

This contrasting temperament suddenly added a lot of color to her. In the eyes of caring people, it was like a scene of frosty flowers blooming against the cold wind.

"Woo-I don't know if the fairy has a clear price tag, so that I can wait for a chance to kiss Fangze?" Amidst the laughter, I don't know where the ignorant and frivolous Moxiu came from, and he blew a frivolous whistle After the sound, he raised his voice and asked with a smile.

At this time, some people who had secretly guessed the identity of Hall Master Lin paused, stopped their movements, and looked at this frivolous junior who was not afraid of death with surprise in their eyes, wanting to see who was not People with long eyes die like this.

After saying that sentence, Moxiu could hear the laughter in the field become much quieter in an instant, and he somehow felt that some hidden eyes turned around and fell on him meaningfully. A strong premonition arose.

At this moment, the female auctioneer who was still a little easy-going just now looked at him and smiled slightly, and then heard a sentence from the woman's mouth that made his whole body fall into an ice cave.

"It seems that I was wrong just now. There are really some people here who don't understand the rules, but there shouldn't be any after this."

The cultivator's sensitive six senses were touched, and he reflexively wanted to get up and rush out of the auction house, but was firmly held down by two strong men who fell from the sky, locking his whole body's energy and cleverness, and moving the energy circulating around him. Spiritual power froze.

Everyone present watched helplessly as he screamed and cursed fiercely as he was tied into the backstage and exited, and finally disappeared behind a door, and his voice also disappeared. Drooling and tensing his nerves, he was afraid that he would be the next to suffer.

Fortunately, the opening of Zhenbao Pavilion today is to do business, not to wipe out all the vulgar people present. Hall Master Lin on the stage also smiled at everyone in a friendly way: "Now the leftovers before the opening have been cleaned up. I shouldn't keep you waiting too long, let's get started."

Treasure Pavilion, the third floor of the auction building.

Yuechen held the Buddha beads tightly in his hands, and watched the lively scene with the appearance of the first collection in the audience expressionlessly, but he was not in the mood to watch carefully, and his chest was slapped with waves of irritability During the shock, his spiritual power flowed much faster.

If it weren't for Feng Ling who was still enthusiastically joining in the fun, he might not even be able to get rid of his indifferent and calm appearance.

When the farce happened just now, Yue Chen unconsciously glanced at Feng Ling from the corner of his eye, only to see that he was smiling and staring at the woman whose temperament changed every second on the stage, her face was covered with almost Be overflowing with appreciation and smiles.

After listening to her last words before the opening, Young Master Feng actually turned his face to look at Yuechen, and added fuel to the fire: "I think I can visit this Hall Master Lin after the auction is over, She's interesting."

Hearing this at first, Yuechen almost didn't crush the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Seeing the increasing bidding for a magic weapon of a high-ranking monk, Feng Ling eagerly joined in the fun, raising the price for those who wanted to buy it maliciously, and after withdrawing his hand, It was a joy to see their aching and joyful expressions.

Young Master Feng, who was about to share his joy with Yue Chen beside him, turned around, but suddenly stopped.

The monk in front of him looked at the lively atmosphere in the field expressionlessly, and the movement of pinching the Buddhist beads in his hand became faster and faster. When he noticed Feng Ling's gaze, he lifted his eyelids slightly, giving him a smile. Cold and indifferent eyes.

Why did this boring gourd get angry for no reason?Young Master Feng was quite puzzled by the great monk's temper that came and went without a trace, but he couldn't figure out where he had offended him.

Young Master Feng thought about it back and forth, but he couldn't figure it out. He clicked his tongue and planned to find another way. If he couldn't find the source, he simply found something to divert his attention, calm down, and maybe he would forget it when he came back to his mind.

He rolled his eyes and saw Yuechen's eyes seem to fall on Lin Yinqi from time to time. He leaned towards Lin Yinqi, grinned, and said in a low voice with a smile, "Look at the actions of Hall Master Lin just now." Are you clear?"

action?what action?

The movement of Yuechen's hands paused, and his gaze was drawn back, falling on the face that was close in front of his eyes.

He has always been very clear about the fact that Feng Ling was born well. On the face less than a few inches away from him, the long eyebrows are raised, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes are squeezed together smartly, showing a somewhat deep expression.

He suddenly and clearly felt Fengling's warm breath on his cheeks, and a tingling sensation spread from the place it touched, and penetrated into his heart, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably twice.

Too close, Yuechen thought a little impetuously.

So, Feng Ling, who originally only wanted to get closer to talk, but also seemed to be close, made the cold and hard-tempered Yuechen soften, and looked at Yuechen frowning for some inexplicable reason, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable. body, keep a little distance from him.

Seeing his repulsive expression, Feng Ling unconsciously pursed his lips, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

He suppressed the impatience that suddenly surged up in his heart, pretended not to know what happened, and asked the question just now again.

Only then did Yue Chen, who heard the question clearly, looked at him suspiciously, and shook his head slowly, thinking that Feng Ling's reason for paying attention to Hall Master Lin might be different from what he thought.

"Didn't you see the little move she made just now?" Speaking of this, Feng Ling stretched out his hand with some interest, and made a rather mysterious instruction in front of his eyes, "She and the two monks started at the same time. Individuals secretly made different movements, and then the spiritual power in the entire space seemed to be pulled and moved."

"In the entire space?" Yuechen grasped the key point in that sentence.

Feng Ling nodded mysteriously, raised his eyes excitedly and scanned the void, and said with certainty: "The finger formula is like the opening ceremony of the formation, and there must be a corresponding engraving in this auction building. Or, the entire building is engraved with this formation."

He showed a meaningful smile, looked back at Yuechen who seemed to have realized something, and young master Feng rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, thinking that this kind of activation might be able to seal off the spirits in the entire building. The great array of strength machines suddenly felt itchy.

After the auction is over, he must pay a visit. How can he not let him have the heart to look up at the best auxiliary formation for killing the formation?

After understanding Fengling's focus, Yuechen's expression was unnatural for a moment, and he was at a loss for words for a while.It turned out that his expression of longing to appreciate was admiring this kind of formation that he had never seen before.

But after realizing this point, Yuechen unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but he was deliberately avoiding the reason why he would have such a reaction. It's not that he doesn't know, maybe it's just that he doesn't want to know.

Just after the two finished discussing each other's item, the atmosphere in the downstairs hall has completely risen. The treasures one after another made the monks cheer and excited, and even some people sitting on the second floor Some of the honored guests who invited them couldn't help but took away a few rare treasures.

However, the two people sitting on the third floor always reacted flatly. Apart from joining in the fun and driving up two prices maliciously, no matter what happened after that, Feng Ling looked like he was not interested.

Feng Ling was born in the Feng Clan, one of the three major clans in Central China. As the only son of the head of the direct branch, he has always been close to him since he was a child, not to mention that the Feng family and his wife have always indulged and valued their son. He has seen all the treasures in the Feng family's collection before, and it is really nothing for him to put in this place for all kinds of low-level monks to snap up.

As for Yuechen, as the chief disciple of Shaolin Temple, one of the three sects, he has naturally seen a lot of the world in the profound Shaolin. What's more, he himself is quite calm and self-restraining, so that indifferent attitude is in harmony with the wind. Ling's indifferent look is somewhat similar.

However, an item for sale appeared in the back, and after Ling Fengling raised his eyebrows, he simply paid a high price and got it.

The speed of Zhenbao Pavilion was very fast. Not long after the auction was auctioned, the items were sent up. However, Yue Chen's eyelashes trembled slightly when he saw the Tasha wooden beads being delivered to their wing by the attendants.

"How's the texture of this thing?" Feng Ling stretched out his hand with a smile, and fiddled with the dark wooden bead, "I just saw you look at it twice, it should be good."

Yuechen was silent, and couldn't help but said: "The texture can be called high-quality, but it can also be called inferior."

Young Master Feng, who originally wanted to get a good one, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the things in his hands and asked hesitantly, "Not good? I think it's okay."

"The original texture was very good, but these Tasha beads were stained with demonic energy, which turned the originally clear pillars into this dark appearance." Yuechen explained patiently.

"Demon energy?" Feng Ling was a little surprised. He stroked the bead face twice, but apart from the quiet Buddha fragrance, he didn't even feel half a breath of magic.

"Yes, Tasha beads are originally used to suppress demons. It is impossible to let it out after absorbing the devil's energy. However, these Tasha beads filled with devil's energy are quite beneficial to the devil. thing."

No wonder, the eyes of those demon cultivators were so reconciled just now. I originally thought that they wanted to get involved just by looking at any good thing. Putting the beads back, they inadvertently touched the hand of Yuechen who was also touching those Tasha beads.

As if being electrocuted, Yue Chen abruptly withdrew his hand, and his expression became much more serious and indifferent. He turned his head from Feng Ling's slightly surprised eyes, leaving only half of his side face with a cold expression. Facing Feng Ling.

Being avoided again and again like a scourge, Feng Ling felt a little unhappy in his heart. He clenched his chin, threw the beads back on the mat without mercy, put his hands on his chest, and leaned on the mat. Leaving the side away from Moondust, he continued to watch the auction on the stage coldly.

The two of them stood in a stalemate like this for a long time, and the atmosphere in the wing room suddenly became condensed and difficult. The waiter who was standing in the corner wanted to curl up and lean against the wall, pretending that he had disappeared.

This atmosphere didn't last long. The Rare Auction in the lobby on the first floor finally sold out the last treasure, and was about to send away the ordinary guests, leaving only the VIPs to start another legendary auction.

And the items auctioned in this auction are also legendary collections in the entire Central Continent, and they are the existences that everyone flocks to.

As the number of people in the field decreased, Lin Yinqi also showed a meaningful smile. With a wave of her hand, she lifted the entire auction stage up and stopped at the height of the second floor. The silent VIPs saluted.

"Dear distinguished guests have been waiting for a long time. Next is the Legendary Auction of the Treasure Pavilion. Please do me a favor and act cautiously. Don't make things difficult for me."

After saying this sentence, which was half a reminder, half a warning, she waved her hand and took out a delicate wooden box out of thin air.

At this time, Feng Ling also sat up straight, and Yue Chen's expression became more and more serious. The two of them had a brief exchange of eyes in silence, and finally reached a consensus and confirmed one thing.

This first legendary treasure may be another lost scroll of the Blood Night Styx Scroll.

I don't know, what is the other thing, Yue Chen looked at the serious Feng Ling without any trace, thinking quietly.

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