Li Shuangyan was frozen in place, her lips pursed, and she stared at Zhang Ziling tightly.￣︶︺

In Li Shuangyan's beautiful eyes, there was a slight fear.

Zhang Ziling's figure at the Ascension Conference once again emerged in Li Shuangyan's mind.

That peerless heroic figure, the strength comparable to a god, and the chains in the sky... will never be forgotten by Li Shuangyan.

Nine Emperors.

In front of the Nine Emperors, their so-called Five Little Saints were completely a joke.

Chen Huan walked into the private room with a confident look on his face, but before he could speak and mock him, he felt the strange atmosphere in the room.

"Sister Shuangyan..." Chen Hua looked at Li Shuangyan in confusion, before he could speak, his pupils suddenly shrank!

The dust appears...

Li Shuangyan was trembling.

"What, why?" At this moment, Chen Hua's forehead suddenly became cold sweat, his throat became dry, and his palms trembled slightly.

Chenhua never knew that Li Shuangyan would be so afraid of someone.

For a moment, endless doubts and fear filled Chen Hua's heart.

After seeing Li Shuangyan's performance, Chen Hua realized that... Zhang Ziling's strength seemed to have surpassed his imagination.

A person who can make Tianyong's No. saint afraid of even the first saint... Chen Hua dared not continue thinking about it anymore.

That is no longer an area that he can reach.

"Meet again." Zhang Ziling did not turn his gaze away from No. 36, but said this to Li Shuangyan lightly.

"Yes, we've met again." Li Shuangyan was a little nervous and forced a smile.

Chen Hua, who was beside him, was more and more shocked when he heard Li Shuangyan's slightly trembling tone.

If Chenhua just judged Li Shuangyan's fear of Zhang Ziling from Li Shuangyan's body movements just now, Chenhua had truly felt Li Shuangyan's nervousness and fear from Li Shuangyan's trembling words.

Who is he...

Chen Hua stared at Zhang Ziling's side face tightly, and cold sweat continued to slip on his forehead. The incident has gone beyond Chen Hua's expectations, which made Chen Hua feel a little panicked.

"Sit down, don't stand." Zhang Ziling's faint words rang in Li Shuangyan's ears, causing Li Shuangyan's body to shake slightly.

"Yes." Li Shuangyan smiled bitterly, then sat obediently next to Zhang Ziling, like a frightened rabbit, and did not dare to move any more.

Li Shuangyan's actions made Chen Hua dumbfounded and his mind was shocked.

Li Shuangyan acted so well-behaved in front of Zhang Ziling that she did not have the arrogance that the Five Little Saints should have. This made Chen Hua's brain blank and his breathing became rapid.

You should know that Li Shuangyan's strength is almost about to catch up with Chen Hua's father, the head of the Chen family. She also has almost the top background force in China. Such a strong man...he is so timid in front of Zhang Ziling!

Gulu!

Chen Hua swallowed hard, wondering what he should do now.

All revenge against Zhang Ziling as planned by Chen Hua before is now impossible to start.

Without Li Shuangyan's support, Chenhua felt that she was a complete joke in front of Zhang Ziling!

"My Master Chen, why are you standing there? Just find a place to sit down!" Chen Caiwei closed the door of the private room, squinted her eyes and smiled at Chen Hua.

Although Chen Caiwei was surprised that Chen Hua's friend was Li Shuangyan, Chen Caiwei was not surprised to see the scene in the private room now.

Chen Caiwei has also heard of the Nine Emperors at the Immortal Ascension Conference. As the saint of Tianyong, Li Shuangyan also had conflicts with the Nine Emperors at the Sword Tomb of Shushan. It is normal for Li Shuangyan to have such behavior when facing Zhang Ziling.

Hearing Chen Caiwei's words, Chen Hua suddenly felt his face burning like a fire. He did not dare to continue standing there, sitting on the sand behind Zhang Ziling, staring at Zhang Ziling's back in fear.

Now Chen Hua no longer hopes that he can avenge Zhang Ziling. He only hopes that he can walk out of this private room safely.

When he faced Zhang Ziling before, although he had only hints, his attitude was already very clear. Chen Hua believed that Zhang Ziling could definitely see his hostility and arrogance.

If Zhang Ziling had a grudge, Chen Hua would not think that he could escape from Zhang Ziling.

Even Li Shuangyan, who was as well-behaved as a rabbit in front of Zhang Ziling, Chenhua was not her enemy of one move.

The Five Little Saints represent invincibility among the younger generation.

But the person who should have been invincible now acts as well as a rabbit.

Looking at Chen Hua's worried look, Chen Caiwei felt extremely happy, but Chen Caiwei didn't say anything sarcastic and sat next to Zhang Ziling again.

Chen Hua's defeat made Chen Caiwei relax a lot next to Zhang Ziling.

The private room has fallen into silence again, and the number on the big screen on the auction table has soared to more than 2 billion!

Now there are not many forces that continue to bid, and more than 2 billion is obviously worth too much than the spiritual weapon itself.

Those who are still bidding now have their fists tightly clenched every time they offer the price, and also glanced at the lanterns lit outside Zhang Ziling's private room.

When they saw that the lantern was still bright, everyone's pupils shrank slightly.

The auction price reached 2.3 billion, which is also a big figure for a large force. With such a huge amount to auction the spiritual weapon used by the next monk, and at the risk of the break of the capital chain within the clan, people from the major forces have considered it again and again if they want to bid.

However, the auction price is 2.3 billion, which means that the person who lights the lamp will use 4.6 billion to buy this spiritual weapon...

Four hundred and six billion...

Such terrifying numbers are enough to make any first-class force irritate.

Bidding is now very slow, and the auction price is only increasing by a few million, without a leap of hundreds of millions.

Everyone is afraid that the lighter lighters will suddenly take back the lantern at a certain price, so that they will have to spend a lot of money to buy the spiritual weapon. This result is obviously not what they want to see.

So... the final auction price of this spiritual weapon remained at 2.4 billion, and it did not jump any more.

When the last big shot of the bid was not taken back by Zhang Ziling, the lantern that was last bidder could not help but breathe a sigh of relief and never dared to increase the price again.

No. 36 stared blankly at the numbers frozen on the big screen, her mouth slightly opened, completely forgetting that she was hosting the auction.

Such a huge amount...

The monks present could only breathe heavily, staring at the lit lanterns.

The lantern was not taken back within one minute, which means...

The lamplighter will have to buy this spiritual weapon for 4.8 billion yuan!

Such a huge number... the monks could not imagine how terrifying financial resources the lamplighter had had to spend so much money for a spiritual weapon!

Everyone counted silently in their hearts until the last second was counting. The lights in the venue were bright, the mallet of No. 36 knocked down, and the auction price was finally frozen...

Four hundred and eight billion!

Zhang Ziling looked at the numbers on the big screen calmly in the private room, his eyes calmly, as if he didn't care about the huge numbers on the screen at all.

At this time, the venue also caused a shocking noise!
Chapter completed!