Mo Lingxuan laughed at it and didn't say anything more.

He was telling the truth, but no one would believe it...

A day passed quickly.

The next morning, Chen Qiuling came to Mo Lingxuan's temporary residence and personally welcomed him to the auction banquet.

When he arrived at the venue, Mo Lingxuan took a casual look and found it was covered in darkness. The originally huge circular auction hall was almost full of people.

The seats on site are also divided into three levels.

From low to high, there are silver, gold and purple gold seats respectively.

Silver and gold are the vast majority of the public guests, and are generally provided to top-level elders, worshipped or the second-level figures such as the royal family of Qianlan Duke.

The Zijin seats that are independent of the pavilion are different. Each Zijin Pavilion has a dedicated maid serving. In addition, it also provides overdraft privileges of 20 million yuan in stone.

This is specially provided to the sect leader figures of major top forces in the Northern Region.

"Mr. Mo, please follow me."

Chen Qiuling said softly, leading Mo Lingxuan and arranged a Purple Gold Pavilion for him directly.

In the Zijin Pavilion, there is not only a huge true light curtain that looks at the entire auction, but also a crystal stone with fluctuations in the Yuan power, marked nine, which is also something used for auction.

"Thank you."

Mo Lingxuan was not polite. He was the same wherever he sat. All he was interested in was the rumored relics of the gods.

"Young Master Mo, don't be polite."

Chen Qiuling smiled gently and said to the other two maids at the same time: "You guys go back."

She knew that Mo Lingxuan was a person who liked tranquility.

Mo Lingxuan saw all this and nodded secretly. This girl was indeed very thoughtful in her actions.

"The auction banquet is about to begin. As the host, Qiu Ling is almost time to prepare. Mr. Mo, I will lose my companion first."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Qiuling said again, bowing slightly to Mo Lingxuan.

"It's okay."

Mo Lingxuan nodded, and Chen Qiuling immediately retreated.

But at this moment, a slightly disharmonious cold voice suddenly sounded from a distance: "You really dare to sit in the purple gold seat? The God Pavilion is ridiculous enough, and you will actually regard you as a guest of honor."

When he turned his head, Mo Lingxuan suddenly discovered a "familiar" figure in the Zijin Cemetery Pavilion not far away. It was Situ Po, deputy leader of Beixuan, and deputy sect.

Beside him, there is an old man from the Void Realm, who is obviously a sect leader in the Northern Region.

"Why don't I dare to sit for a waste like you?"

Mo Lingxuan's face was free from joy and worry, and he responded indifferently, not taking the other party seriously at all.

Yesterday, Situ Po lost all his face, but today he came to show off his verbal verbalism. As the leader of a sect, his state of mind is so narrow that he is difficult to become a great person.

"Sometimes, it's not a good thing to show your strength too much. Don't think that taking the attack on practice will make you lawless."

This time, the old man in the Practice Realm of Situ Po spoke. Although he was in the tone of an elder, his words were faintly threatening.

This person is Gong Yang Hong, the leader of the Bailian Sect, who is on par with people like Shen Cang.

"You are not qualified to say such words to me."

After Mo Lingxuan glanced at the self-righteous Gong Yang Hong coldly, he was too lazy to pay attention to it and walked into the Zijin Ceiling Pavilion.

These flies are too quiet.

Situ Po and his two old faces turned red, and they felt a great sense of shame. Mo Lingxuan was the first to dare to ignore them so much.

"Brother Gongyang, please help me at that time."

After a while, Situ Po took a deep breath and bowed to Gong Yang Hong, his eyes shining coldly.

"Of course, your Beixuan Sect has been in good faith with me for generations. As long as this son dares to leave the God Pavilion, I will help you kill this son. Although the God Pavilion has a transcendent status, it will definitely not dare to ignore my Bailian Sect."

Gong Yang Hong nodded slightly and responded proudly.

Situ Po only then showed a satisfied smile. He was about to attack Mo Lingxuan after the auction banquet in the God Pavilion.

However, by then the Divine Pavilion will inevitably intervene, and with the energy of the Northern Xuan Sect, it is far from enough.

But the Bailian Sect is different. Among the seven top forces in the Northern Region, the Divine Pavilion is the first, and the Bailian Sect is the second.

With the help of the Bailian Sect, I believe the Divine Pavilion will not easily become enemies of their two forces.

...

The auction banquet began soon, and there were many objects covered by red cloth on the auction table below.

Chen Qiuling, wearing light yellow clothes, fell to the center of the vast auction table, with bright eyes and smiles, which made the young warriors in the venue look hot and in an uproar.

It can be seen that Chen Qiuling is quite popular among the younger generation in the Northern Region.

Even when facing many great figures in the Northern Region, Chen Qiuling still did not feel panic at all and behaved generously and well-behaved.

This made Mo Lingxuan secretly praise him. I think Chen Qiuling should have been trained as the heir of the God Pavilion.

After a opening speech, Chen Qiuling directly started to preside over the auction of the first item.

"The first auction item is called Fengxing Hidden Clothes, which is a top-grade spiritual weapon. If you wear Hidden Clothes, even the late-stage strong people in the Purple Palace Realm cannot easily detect it. For low-level warriors, they should be a rare treasure for protecting their lives!"

Chen Qiuling's gentle voice slowly fell, like the sound of nature, making people feel extremely comfortable: "The starting price is two million yuan stone."

"Two million, one hundred thousand."

"Two million and three hundred thousand."

"Two million and five million."

“…”

Suddenly, there were sounds of auctions. Although this Fengxing hidden clothes were of no use to the major sect leader figures, it was excellent to buy them for the younger generation.

"The second auction item is a top-grade spiritual martial art called the Wind Breaking Palm. It can be practiced to the greatest extent and can control the power of the wind. It is extremely powerful. The auction price is 3 million stones."

After Feng Xing's hidden clothes were photographed, Chen Qiuling continued to unveil the next one.

In a blink of an eye, two hours passed.

Mo Lingxuan and others in the No. 9 Purple Gold Ceiling Pavilion all felt drowsy. After all, the things auctioned were all ordinary things for him and he didn't even look down on them.

"Now, there are only the last four finale items left for more than twenty auction items, and I believe all the seniors have heard of the next one."

"This thing is a mysterious jade box. Although it seems ordinary, no one can open it. Rumors are filled with the relics of gods. However, the rumors are just rumors after all, and there is no way to verify the specific details."

"Due to its uncertainty, the auction base price is only 10 million yuan."

It was not until Chen Qiuling finally unveiled the rumored god relic that Mo Lingxuan cheered up again.

Other people's spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate the jade box to explore its essence, but Mo Lingxuan is different.
Chapter completed!