I am Saint Sovereign

0Yao Guang glanced at the white-clothed woman, the corners of his mouth curving up. He said, "This woman isn't simple!"    0

    

"Oh? What did Brother Yao see? " Liu Qing Cang asked with doubt.    

    

"This Mang Ling's casual words carry a trace of charm, but it's not like the naked teasing of Ji Meiying, which caused everyone present to unknowingly enter deep into her words!" A trace of light flashed through Yao Guang's eyes. The gaze that Mang Ling was looking at him with was filled with charm.    

    

Even though she was a maid, she was a confidant personally trained by Mang Jian. Therefore, she was well aware of the young miss's ability, but she never expected that this stubble man would be so sensitive. Just by looking at the young miss, she was able to see through so many things.    

    

Liu Qing Cang didn't notice Mang Jian's eyes earlier, so he didn't quite understand Yao Guang's words. He immediately sat down in a comfortable chair and stared at the white dressed lady on the platform and casually said: "Are you talking about that white dressed woman? "Yeah, yeah, she's really pretty!"    

    

Yao Guang helplessly rolled his eyes, not saying anything more.    

    

Just now, Liu Qing Cang's gaze that was sizing up Mang Jian was instantly noticed by her. Following that, she raised her head to look at Liu Qing Cang and similarly returned his gaze with a smile.    

    

Yao Guang turned his head and patted Liu Qing's shoulder. Liu Qing quivered and embarrassedly swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he said with a trembling voice, "This … This woman is so powerful! " He picked up the teacup on the table and gulped it down.    

    

"Hmph, you are really slow on the uptake!" Yao Guang curled his lips as he spoke.    

    

The pig-brother expression that Liu Qing Cang had just shown made the maid by the side giggle. Liu Qing Cang directly closed his eyes to rest. He knew that the reason he was able to enter this room was all because of Yao Guang, so he had no intention of auctioning any treasures in this auction because he did not have any spirit stones.    

    

At this moment, Mang Lian, who was on the stage, circulated her inner strength as she said in a clear voice, "I see that everyone has already entered. Then, the auction will officially begin!" Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a purple gold jade box appeared in his hand, and he said: "This jade box contains the materials to refine the fifth grade 'Meteorite Pill', the Drunken Dragon Grass is over 500 years old. I believe that everyone can see it clearly with your eyes, but of course, I don't even need to introduce the value of this Drunken Dragon Grass! The starting bid is now one hundred thousand Spirit Stones! "    

    

After Yao Guang heard this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that there would be materials for the 'Leftover Pill' here. Fortunately, he had asked for it from Mang Qianjun previously.    

    

Greed appeared on the faces of the warriors below when they heard the name "Drunken Dragon Grass". Although there were a lot of warriors present, most of them only had a cultivation level of Martial Ancestor Realm while the number of Martial Kings and above were few, however, everyone still wanted to possess this "Drunken Dragon Grass" for themselves.    

    

"Oh my god!" If a five hundred year old Drunken Dragon Grass is able to refine a 'Meteorite Pill', then raising one's soul realm would be as easy as flipping his hand! " The middle-aged man in robe below said in surprise. A greedy look appeared on his pockmarked face.    

    

"Nonsense!" I wonder where I managed to get the five hundred years old 'Intoxicated Dragon Grass'! "    

    

At this time, a young martial artist looked around and grit his teeth, "I bid 120,000 spirit stones!"    

    

"Humph!" Stinking brat, you have the money to buy materials, but you won't trade for my spirit stones! I will bid one hundred and fifty thousand! " A middle-aged man stared at the young man and yelled at him, but he did not forget to increase the price.    

    

The young man shrunk his neck back and forced a smile. It was obvious that he hadn't seen this middle-aged man before.    

    

The surroundings were still in chaos. It was obvious that everyone wanted to take a photo of this "Drunken Dragon Grass".    

    

"Two hundred thousand!" A cold and arrogant voice suddenly rang out. The voice was not considered loud and clear, but it was extremely penetrating.    

    

All of the martial artists instantly quieted down, stunned by this arrogant voice. Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and soon saw a man in black robes sitting in a corner. No one could clearly see his appearance because he was wearing a bamboo hat.    

    

"Damn, who is this guy?" Don't you know the rules?    

    

"That's right, he must be a scoundrel if he was to be dressed like this! Are you afraid that we'll cause trouble for him? "    

    

Through the thin black veil, a pair of cold eyes could be seen staring at the person who just spoke. A wave of soul power was quietly released as it viciously pressed against the two of them. After that, the two of them trembled and abruptly woke up. They both spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the person wearing a bamboo hat with fear.    

    

Inside the private room, Yao Guang witnessed everything. He stared at the man in the bamboo hat and muttered, "This person has at least a Seven Star Martial King cultivation level! However, the aura emitted by this person is very familiar! "    

    

"Hmm? Brother Yao, you know this person? " Liu Qing Cang was only a mere nine star Martial Ancestor. He had only felt a terrifying pressure earlier, but he was unable to sense just how frightening this person was.    

    

Yao Guang stared at the person below and lightly shook his head. "I don't know him!"    

    

When the surrounding martial artists saw that the two of them had vomited blood from their injuries, they were shocked. Although they did not personally experience it just now, that bone-chilling cold still made them feel fear.    

    

On the platform, Mang Ling's face was as calm as an oriole as she said, "Sir, the auction is not allowed to start a fight. If you do so again, don't blame our city for not treating you well!" Even though Mang Ling's face was calm, a trace of anger arose in her heart. Normally, her charm was natural, but who wouldn't be enchanted by her? Today, she had to face two people in a row and there was nothing she could do.    

    

"Good!" "Then I'll give face to young miss Mang!" Although Mang Jian couldn't see his face, she could feel the mockery in his tone.    

    

Mang Ling's expression didn't change and her lips curved into an enchanting smile. She swept her gaze across the crowd and said, "Sir, you're offering a price of two hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Do you have any other bids?"    

    

The crowd looked at each other in dismay. Seeing how domineering this bamboo hat man was, who would dare to fight back? No matter how attractive this "Drunken Dragon Grass" was, if they could obtain it, they would at least have a chance of surviving.    

    

When Mang Ling saw that no one bid, she was secretly annoyed. If it wasn't for this bamboo hat man, this "Drunken Dragon Grass" would have been sold for at least four hundred thousand spirit stones. Then, he smiled and said, "Since no one bids, this stalk of 'Drunken Dragon Grass' will belong to this mister!" After saying that, he looked at the audience again, but there was still no bid.    

    

"Alright, I will now announce that this stalk of 'Drunken Dragon Grass' has been sold for two hundred thousand Spirit Stones to this mister!" After saying that, a beautiful maid walked up to the stage and took the purple jade box from Mang Ling's hands and walked towards the bamboo hat man.