Asura Martial System

C82 Succubus Dance



C82 Succubus Dance

0In private room number seven, there was no sound. In the private room, a burly man punched the table next to him.    

    

His eyes were wide open in anger, and he shouted furiously, "Devil Devouring Cult, damn it!"    

    

He wasn't afraid of the Devil Devouring Cult because no one would dare to offend the Mizar Chamber of Commerce. The Cloud Empire wasn't a pushover either, but the opponent was the leader of the Devil Devouring Cult's Red Flag Hall, Mei Wu. Her threat was even more terrifying than the Devil Devouring Cult.    

    

No man could resist Mei Wu's bewitchment, and the number of people who died under her hands was innumerable. Even the Emperor of Star Empire, who was once known by everyone, fell to her knees under her pomegranate skirt.    

    

In private room number five.    

    

A woman worriedly covered her mouth and giggled at the woman in front of her, "Elder sister, didn't the Great Sect Master tell us not to leak the news?"    

    

The woman smiled and said, "It's fine, I'll tell him when I go back. I actually saw an old acquaintance today. Later, go down and invite number 8571 to the private room."    

    

"Oh, why would elder sister be interested in a fifth level of Gold Pill kid?"    

    

"It's nothing. Just invite him over after this."    

    

Everyone was excited.    

    

Their blood was boiling.    

    

In private room number two, Ao Feng looked at everyone in the hall and sneered, "A bunch of motley crew, get people to prepare."    

    

"Yes, Family Head."    

    

Ao Feng sneered and shouted, "I'll pay fifty million Spirit Stone. I want this thing."    

    

In an instant.    

    

Before Ao Feng's voice faded, the crowd was in an uproar once again. 50 million Spirit Stones!    

    

Even Qin Wuhai's breathing became rapid, and his big fat belly was trembling. It was a terrifying number.    

    

For a moment, the entire crowd was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. It was so quiet that it made people scared, and it made people's hair stand on end.    

    

The person in charge of the Mizar Chamber of Commerce was in private room number one, but who exactly was the person in private room number two? The person who spoke was a man with fifty million Spirit Stone.    

    

Qin Wuhai was stunned for a moment. Then, he quickly reacted. After waiting for nearly five minutes, no one raised their small hammer and shouted again.    

    

"50 million Spirit Stones once!"    

    

"50 million Spirit Stones twice! Are there any other fellow daoists that want to bid?"    

    

The entire scene was as silent as water, and even the sound of breathing was very weak.    

    

Fifty million was a result that no one had expected.    

    

"Fifty million three times, deal. Because the item was too precious, the Mizar Chamber of Commerce once again guaranteed that the owner of the item would receive the corresponding protection from the Mizar Chamber of Commerce. Please send the guest in private room number two to the backstage to make a deal." Qin Wuhai bowed to private room number two and asked.    

    

Throughout the whole process, even Zhao Xin was a little shocked. He never had any concept of money, but when he heard the fifty million Spirit Stone, he couldn't help but be shocked.    

    

The moment Qin Wuhai's voice faded, a large group of people appeared at the entrance of the auction hall. They were all wearing black masks, and each of them had the power to intimidate the audience.    

    

They didn't care about the guards outside the door, and rushed into the hall, creating a path that was five to six meters wide.    

    

Ao Feng quickly finished the transaction backstage and put on a black mask to cover his entire body. Under the tight protection of more than five hundred guards, he quickly retreated from the scene. In just a few minutes, everything was as smooth as flowing water, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in advance.    

    

The strength of each guard was at least at the Core Formation, and a few of them had already reached the Spirit Heaven Stage.    

    

"What kind of force is this? Those guards are really strong!"    

    

"I don't know. I bet they are from the Eight Great Immortal Sects or two royal families."    

    

"Yes, only they can afford such a high price."    

    

Zhao Xin looked at the guards in black who rushed out and was a little puzzled. Why were their clothes so familiar?    

    

"Young master, our sister would like to invite you to sit for a while. Please come with us."    

    

Suddenly, a few women wearing black peony cheongsam came forward and surrounded Zhao Xin. The leading woman bowed and said.    

    

Zhao Xin was startled and asked, "Your elder sister?"    

    

"Please follow us."    

    

His tone was firm and there was no room for negotiation.    

    

A few minutes later, Zhao Xin looked at a person in front of him who was wearing a black cheongsam with golden flowers embroidered on it. His exquisite facial features were astonishing.    

    

If Qin Lan's open waves were like a blooming flower, then she was as passionate as fire but also made people feel like she was an iceberg. She was tall and cold but full of passion.    

    

What made him feel awkward was that this beauty had been staring at his face.    

    

She kept staring at him and kept muttering, "Similar, really similar."    

    

After a long while, Zhao Xin couldn't help but ask, "Beauty, why did you call junior here?"    

    

When he just arrived, he heard that the fifth private room was the Devil Devouring Cult's Red Flag Sect Master, Mei Wu. The Zhu Changfeng who killed Zhu Changfeng in Misty Cloud City was a disciple of the Devil Cult. Although they weren't from the same sect, who knew if they were from the same sect.    

    

"What's your name?" Mei Wu asked.    

    

"Zhao Xin."    

    

"His surname is Zhao? Are you really surnamed Zhao?" Mei Wu smiled playfully.    

    

Zhao Xin was shocked. He looked at the girl who was staring at him and thought, Could it be that she knows something? He looked straight at her.    

    

After a long silence, Zhao Xin shook his head and nodded, making Mei Wu confused.    

    

"I can have the surname Zhao, but I can also not have the surname Zhao." Zhao Xin laughed instead.    

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If the other party wanted his life, the name on his head would be red, but Mei Wu's name was obviously not pink. This was the first time he had seen a pink name.    

    

Asking the system for the answer did not work, but he became bolder.    

    

Mei Wu heard Zhao Xin's answer and giggled. She laughed and said, "You are so funny. I will not tease you anymore. Who is Long Zhan to you?"    

    

Zhao Xin was shocked when he heard that. His tiger body trembled. His pupils shrank slightly as he stared at Mei Wu and asked softly, "Who are you?"    

    

Mei Wu smiled and walked behind Zhao Xin. She stretched out a finger and drew a few circles on Zhao Xin's back. She said, "Who I am is not important. I am asking you a question."    

    

"Then I cannot tell you." After saying that, Zhao Xin got up and wanted to leave.    

    

However, as soon as he walked to the door, Mei Wu continued, "If I say Long Zhan is your father, will you stay and listen to me about what happens next?"    

    

Zhao Xin frowned slightly and chose to sit down. He looked at Mei Wu and said, "Tell me, what do you know?"    

    

"Then you have to prove your identity first."    

    

Zhao Xin put the Silver Dragon Blade on the table. Mei Wu saw that the Silver Dragon Blade's eyes moved slightly and a trace of undetectable spirit light flashed across her eyes. She went forward and touched the spear.    

    

But when her hand touched the Silver Dragon Blade, Mei Wu's expression changed slightly. She looked at Zhao Xin in surprise and looked at the Silver Dragon Blade.    

    

Zhao Xin looked at Mei Wu's reaction and said, "What's the problem?"    

    

"You can already summon the Silver Dragon Cavalry?" Mei Wu was out of the ordinary and asked excitedly.    

    

Zhao Xin nodded. Mei Wu suddenly threw herself into Zhao Xin's arms and laughed, "Hahahahahahahaha, Uncle Long has hope."    

    

Hearing this, Zhao Xin was dumbfounded. As he spoke, he pounced on her, giving her a scare.    

    

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure, but this will happen often in the future." Mei Wu smiled playfully.    

    

Zhao Xin was even more confused. There was still a future?    

    

Mei Wu looked at Zhao Xin's puzzled look and said with a smile, "I originally did not plan to tell you so early, but I did not expect you to come to Ao City so early. Furthermore, you have actually comprehended the third level of the Silver Dragon Blade. Your talent is much stronger than your father's."    

    

"What do you know?" Zhao Xin asked anxiously.    

    

"We all know about the destruction of Long Family, but your father is still alive."    

    

"Not dead? Where did he go?"    

    

"Long Zhan Ling Holy Sovereign broke through Ling Holy Sovereign's cultivation realm and ascended to the Immortal Realm a long time ago. The Long Family was also killed after Uncle Long ascended to the Immortal Realm. "    

    

Zhengwen    

    


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