Peerless Martial God

0Two figures emerged from behind the curtain. One of them was the old man from earlier, while the other had his hands and feet bound in chains, and at the same time, a huge 'tyrant' character was branded on his face.    

    

The word 'tyrant' combined with his long, disheveled hair made him look slightly domineering. It was a very cold word.    

    

"Slave Martial Cultivator."    

    

Lin Feng's gaze turned serious, even the slave Martial Cultivator was auctioned off in this auction.    

    

Humans could actually be sold as wild animals.    

    

At this time, the crowd looked at the slave Martial Cultivator and continuously exclaimed in a low voice. Especially those who frequent Imprisonment Battle Arena s, their eyes flashed with a hint of blazing passion.    

    

"Tyrant Blade, it's Tyrant Blade."    

    

He had finally taken out the Tyrant Blade to auction. Many of them had been waiting for this moment for a long time.    

    

The old man's gaze swept across the crowd. When he saw the excitement in the eyes of the crowd, a smile appeared on his face.    

    

"Ba Dao, Sixth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage cultivation, battle record in Imprisonment Battle Arena, eighty-one wins."    

    

The old man's indifferent voice caused the hearts of the crowd to tremble. Eighty-one victories, so terrifying, he defeated eighty-one in each battle, yet he still managed to kill eighty-one Martial Cultivator of the same level. This was simply too terrifying.    

    

Lin Feng's heart also trembled slightly. It was just a few simple words, and 81 wins, but behind him, it implied that 81 Martial Cultivator s of the same level had died in the hands of the Tyrant Blade. 81 expert s of the sixth level of the Spirit realm was definitely a terrifying number, using the blood of 81 expert s of the same level, he became the Tyrant Blade of today.    

    

Everyone only needs to understand, stepping into Profound Martial Stage, is only a matter of time. At that time, he can compare with the eight great young masters, and have a slave Martial Cultivator that is comparable to the eight great young masters. The old man smiled indifferently and said: "Ba Dao, the starting bid is two hundred Middle Grade Elemental Stone. The auction will now begin."    

    

As the voice of the old man faded, the eyes of the crowd burned with passion as they stared at Ba Dao. That's right, in the future, he would become someone as imposing as one of the eight great young masters, if he was their slave Martial Cultivator, how awe-inspiring would he be?    

    

As if it could sense the blazing heat in the eyes of the crowd, Ba Dao slowly lifted his head. Immediately, a formidable Saber Intent was released, incomparably sharp and domineering, stinging the eyes of the crowd.    

    

Ba Dao's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Lin Feng's body. When it made contact with the tyrannical and sharp eyes of the blade, Lin Feng's body trembled slightly, and in his eyes, there was also a similar look of arrogance and sharpness, as if he could cut through everything.    

    

This is the Sword Conception.    

    

Ba Dao's gaze stopped at Lin Feng's body. Their gazes intersected in the air, and as the blade and sword intent collided, an invisible sharp aura pervaded the air.    

    

However, Ba Dao's gaze quickly shifted away, causing Lin Feng to heave a sigh of relief, but his heart was secretly shaken.    

    

"What a great Tyrant Blade's Saber Intent. This slave Martial Cultivator has grasped the power of the Saber and has a deep comprehension."    

    

Lin Feng thought, no wonder the other party was able to obtain a total of eighty-one wins, with no losses, his comprehension of force and momentum was much stronger than Mu Fan, adding that the force behind the blade, it was so powerful that no one would be able to win against him.    

    

Unless someone was like him, not only had they comprehended potential, but had also reached the Minute Subtlety Realm, only then would they be able to suppress the other party's domineering attitude.    

    

The young man behind Lin Feng had blazing eyes. A slave Martial Cultivator with Sixth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage who had killed 81 expert s of the same level, the attraction force was just too great. If he could get a slave with Profound Martial Stage in the future, then how mighty would he be?    

    

"Three hundred Middle Grade Elemental Stone." At this time, someone called out a bid, raising the bid by one hundred Middle Grade Elemental Stone.    

    

"Five hundred Middle Grade Elemental Stone." Another voice sounded out, and without any hesitation, this price was considered quite low.    

    

A slave Martial Cultivator with Sixth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage cultivation might not have a high value, but a slave who had killed eighty-one expert of the same level was more than ten times more valuable, and a future slave with Profound Martial Stage was unable to even estimate its worth.    

    

"A thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone."    

    

These people were so wealthy that even within his storage Stone Ring, there were only more than ten thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone. Lin Feng originally thought that there were many of them, but at this moment, he realized that he was pitifully poor.    

    

This was only the first offer, maybe the value of this Martial Cultivator slave would cause him to lose everything.    

    

"Five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone."    

    

Just as Lin Feng had thought of this, a voice sounded, causing his gaze to freeze.    

    

Five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone. This number was so terrifying that one could freely cultivate in the Cultivation Tower.    

    

Furthermore, the voice came from behind Lin Feng. The person bidding was the young man named Meng.    

    

When the crowd heard this voice, they were also startled, and many of them revealed bitter smiles. Five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone s was not something they could afford, and the price was too high.    

    

The old man saw that the crowd had turned silent for a moment, then laughed: "Young Master Meng has good eyes, you have bid five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone, I wonder if there will be anyone else bidding on this slaves of the Profound Martial Stage in the future."    

    

The old man's voice carried a tinge of enticement, but the crowd still remained silent, the future Profound Martial Stage was not yet, five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone, the price was too terrifying.    

    

"501 Middle Grade Elemental Stone s."    

    

At this time, a calm voice sounded out, causing the eyes of the crowd to tremble, their gazes turned towards the VIP area, the one who opened his mouth, was shockingly the person who smashed the stone table to pieces with his fist, Lin Feng.    

    

The young man's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at Lin Feng's figure, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.    

    

"Five thousand one hundred Middle Grade Elemental Stone."    

    

"Five thousand one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was still calm.    

    

The crowd revealed expressions of watching a show, it seemed like Lin Feng did this on purpose, adding a Middle Grade Elemental Stone each time.    

    

"Five thousand five hundred Middle Grade Elemental Stone." The young man's expression turned increasingly cold as he slowly spoke.    

    

"5,501." Lin Feng's voice was light and her gaze was still calm.    

    

The youth's expression became somewhat sinister. At this moment, the gray-robed man next to him called out to him.    

    

"Young Master, auctioning it is only one of the methods."    

    

The young man's gaze froze, and then revealed a sinister smile. That's right, if they wanted to obtain this Martial Cultivator slave, they did not need to auction it.    

    

The eyes of the crowd trembled, these words were undoubtedly threatening Lin Feng.    

    

As expected, the young man did not continue bidding. A moment later, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said: "Congratulations, now, you can take away the Tyrant Blade."    

    

"Put it in the backstage first. You can auction my Red Flame Devil Lion now. The Elemental Stone will be taken from the inside."    

    

Lin Feng said indifferently. The old man pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."    

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The value of a Red Fiery Demon Lion would definitely be higher than a Tyrant Blade. After all, as long as the Red Fiery Lion grew to its full strength, it would surely become a Xuan Demon sooner or later. Moreover, a Red Fiery Lion could become a powerful Xuan Beast, or even a Sky Demon.    

    

Sure enough, when the old man walked out from behind the curtain with the Red Flame Devil Lion, the eyes of the crowd became even more passionate, to the point that there was a hint of insanity within them.    

    

Among the crowd in the auction house, there was a person with a head full of golden hair who was wild and unruly. There was even a trace of gold in his eyes, making him look very demonic.    

    

Upon seeing the Red Flame Devil Lion, a golden glint flashed across the young man's eyes, and he said indifferently: "The Red Flame Devil Lion is mine, Kuang Shi's. No one can snatch it away."    

    

The old man stood on top of the auction platform, quietly watching the excitement of the crowd. When the atmosphere reached its peak, he then raised his hand with a smile, indicated for everyone to be quiet, and then said: "I will not say more about the value of the Red Flame Devil Lion, and I believe that many people have been waiting for it since the time when the Red Flame Devil Lion was still at the Imprisonment Battle Arena. Finally, the Red Flame Devil Lion has come to our auction house, and now, everyone has the chance to obtain it, and in the future, there will be a Black Demon or even a Sky Demon."    

    

The old man himself was very excited, he did not understand why the Red Flame Devil Lion would appear in Lin Feng's hands. Logically, the Bai Family, and even the Bai Family itself, would not be handed over to outsiders, nor would they bring it up for auction, and would only be left to their own people.    

    

The old man did not know about the friction in the Imprisonment Battle Arena. At that time, the young man in yellow did indeed intend to use the Red Flame Devil Lion to rope Mu Fan in, so that Mu Fan would become his man, and the Red Flame Devil Lion would not be able to escape either. However, Lin Feng appeared out of nowhere, and what made the young man even more depressed was that he had also come, and had acted as a witness, not even giving the young man the chance to snatch the Red Flame Devil Lion from Lin Feng's hands.