Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 32 The Auction Banquet
Mo Lingxuan also laughed it off and didn't say anything more.

He's telling the truth, but no one will believe it...

One day passed quickly.

Early the next morning, Shen Qiuling came to Mo Lingxuan's temporary residence and personally entertained him to the auction banquet.

Arriving at the venue, Mo Lingxuan casually glanced at it, and saw that it was filled with darkness, and the original huge ring-shaped auction venue was almost full of people.

The seats on site are also divided into three levels.

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

Silver and gold are the vast majority of the public guest seats, which are generally provided to the second-tier figures such as the elders of the top forces, priests, or the royal family of Duke Qianlan.

The independent Zijin seats are different. Each Zijin pavilion is served by a dedicated maid. In addition, it also provides an overdraft privilege of 2000 million yuan.

This is specially provided to the suzerain-level figures of the top powers in the Northern Territory.

"Mr. Mo, please follow me."

Shen Qiuling said softly, led Mo Lingxuan, and directly arranged a Zijin Pavilion for him.

In the Zijin Pavilion, there is not only a huge real yuan light curtain that can look at the entire auction site, but also a crystal stone with yuan power fluctuations, number nine, which is supposed to be used for bidding.

"Thank you."

Mo Lingxuan was not polite, it didn't matter where he sat, the only thing he was interested in was the rumored relic of the god.

"Mr. Mo, you're welcome."

Shen Qiuling smiled gently, and at the same time said to the other two maids: "You all step back."

She knew that Mo Lingxuan was a quiet person.

Mo Lingxuan saw all of this and nodded secretly. This girl is indeed very considerate in handling things.

"The auction banquet is about to begin. As the host, Qiu Ling is about to start preparing, Mr. Mo, excuse me."

After pondering for a moment, Shen Qiuling said again, bowing slightly towards Mo Lingxuan.

"It's okay."

Mo Lingxuan nodded, and Shen Qiuling withdrew immediately.

But at this moment, a slightly discordant and cold voice suddenly sounded from not far away: "You really dare to sit in the Zijin seat? The Divine Pavilion is also ridiculous enough to treat you as a guest."

Turning his head to look, Mo Lingxuan suddenly found a 'familiar' figure in the Zijin Pavilion not far away, it was the deputy suzerain of Beixuan, Situ Po.

Beside him, there is also an old man in the Void Realm, who is obviously also a suzerain-level figure in the Northern Territory.

"A trash like you dares to sit, why wouldn't I?"

Mo Lingxuan's face was neither joy nor worry, and he responded indifferently, not taking the other party seriously at all.

Yesterday this Situ Po lost all his face, but today he comes to show off his tongue. As the master of a sect, his cultivation of mind is so narrow, it's hard for him to become a master.

"Junior, sometimes it's not a good thing to show your sharpness too much. Don't think that you will be lawless after receiving a false blow."

This time, it was the Void Practicing Realm elder next to Situ Po who spoke. Although it was in the tone of an elder, there was an undisguised threat in his words.

This person is the leader of Bailian Sect—Gongyang Hong, who is on an equal footing with people like Shen Cang.

"You are disrespectful, you are not qualified to say such things to me."

After Mo Lingxuan cast a cold glance at the self-righteous Gongyang Hong, he didn't bother to pay attention anymore, and walked into the Purple Gold Pavilion.

These flies are too noisy.

The old faces of Situ Po and the others turned red, and they felt a great sense of shame. Mo Lingxuan was the first one who dared to despise them so much.

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

After a while, Situ Po took a deep breath, and cupped his hands towards Gongyang Hong, his eyes showing coldness.

"Naturally, your Northern Xuanzong has been on good terms with me for generations. As long as this son dares to come out of the Shen Pavilion, I will help you kill this son. Although the Shen Pavilion has a superior status, it must not dare to ignore my Bailianjiao."

Gong Yanghong nodded slightly and responded proudly.

Only then did Situ Po show a satisfied smile. He was about to make a move on Mo Lingxuan after the auction banquet in the Shen Pavilion was over.

However, at that time, the Shen Pavilion will definitely intervene, and with the energy of his Northern Xuanzong, it is far from enough.

But Bailianjiao is different. Among the seven top powers in the Northern Territory, Shen Pavilion is the first, and Bailianjiao is second.

With the help of Bailianjiao, Shenge will not easily become an enemy of their two forces.

……

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

Shen Qiuling, who was dressed in light yellow clothes, landed lightly in the center of the vast auction stage, smiling brightly, which was so charming that all the young warriors in the venue had fiery eyes and constant uproar.

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

And even in the face of many big figures in the northern region, Shen Qiuling still did not panic at all, and behaved gracefully.

In this way, Mo Lingxuan gave a secret compliment. Thinking about it, Shen Qiuling should be trained as the successor of the Shen Pavilion.

After some opening speeches, Shen Qiuling went straight to the point and began to preside over the auction of the first item.

"The first item to be auctioned is Fengxing Yinyi, which is a high-grade spiritual weapon. Even a strong person in the late stage of the Zifu realm cannot easily detect it when wearing it. For low-level warriors, it is rare. Get the life-protecting treasure!"

Shen Qiuling's soft voice fell slowly, like the sound of nature, which made people feel extremely comfortable: "The starting price is 200 million yuan stone."

"210."

"230."

"250."

"..."

Immediately, there was a series of bidding sounds. Although the Fengxing Hidden Cloak is useless to the various suzerain-level figures, it is very good to buy it for the juniors.

"The second auction item is a spiritual-level high-grade martial art called Broken Wind Palm. It can withstand the power of riding the wind and has infinite power. The bidding price is 300 million yuan."

After the auction of Fengxing Yinyi, Shen Qiuling continued to reveal the next one.

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed.

Mo Lingxuan and others in the No. [-] Zijin Pavilion felt drowsy. After all, the things that were auctioned were ordinary things to him, and he didn't like them at all.

"Today, among the more than 20 auction items, there are only the last four finale items left, and the next one must have been heard by all seniors."

"This object is a mysterious jade box. Although it looks ordinary, no one can open it. It is rumored that it contains the relics of the gods. However, the rumors are just rumors after all, and there is no way to verify the details."

"Because of uncertain factors, the reserve price of the auction is only 1000 million yuan stone."

It wasn't until Shen Qiuling finally unveiled the rumored relic of the gods that Mo Lingxuan regained his energy.

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

As long as the eyes of gods and demons are opened, everything will appear.

(End of this chapter)