Chapter 418

Now those old monsters are still bidding, others can't get in at all, and those ordinary businessmen are even dumbfounded.

Even the leaders of the four major families in Hong Kong City were a little surprised. The financial resources of the people in practice were 10 billion yuan at a time, and their four major families would be greatly weakened.

"13 billion."

"13 billion for the first time."

"13 billion for the second time."

"13 billion for the third time."

"Deal!"

Everyone can't sit still. An item can be sold for 13 billion yuan, which they have never experienced before.

The one who photographed Wannian ginseng was the first Taoist priest Qingfeng. Wang Feng didn't know what this person was, but Yu Dehou seemed to see through Wang Feng's idea and said:

"Taoist priest Qingfeng is a Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. He is very famous in the field of practice."

Wang Feng nodded. This Taoist priest of Qingfeng's cultivation is not weak, but he didn't have his powerful idea. He didn't see that there was something wrong with the ginseng.

Wang Feng shook his head and walked out of the auction hall. Although he didn't get the elixir for ten thousand years, if the dead branch was the legendary one, he would make a lot of money.

Wang Feng and their yacht came to the shore, just met the immortal Taoist priest Qingfeng came to the shore, at this time, there are several friars staring at the Taoist priest Qingfeng.

"Well! If you want to take my elixir, come with me. There are too many mortals here, so as not to hurt the innocent! " Qingfeng Taoist priest took a look at the covetous people and said coldly.

"I'm a good man." Wang Feng took a look at Taoist priest Qingfeng and said, "Taoist priest, there are some problems with the elixir. You'd better be careful when you use it."

After that, Wang Feng left with Wu lianglin Qingya. He just saw that Taoist priest Qingfeng was a good man. Although he had advanced cultivation, he was not so cold-blooded and merciless. He kindly reminded him that Taoist priest Qingfeng couldn't manage if he didn't listen to him.

At the auction just now, he just found that there was something wrong with the elixir, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

Wang Feng was stopped when he was not far away. The comer was also wearing an old-fashioned robe. He was about 40 years old. He looked a little out of the dust, but he was pale and looked a little weak.

"But Wang Feng, Mr. Wang?"

"I'm wang Feng!"

Wang Feng light said.

"Under the door of Chen Xiao, the master of the southern school, I'm Zhou Changqing. I'd like to meet Mr. Wang!" Zhou Changqing first bowed to Wang Feng, and then said, "this time I came to see Mr. Wang, I want to send a battle note for my master. Three days later, when the sun comes out of the mountain, my master will be on the top of Yumen mountain, waiting for Mr. Wang to come, and I will win or lose."

Zhou Changqing stood there with long hair flying, sleeves and robes bulging out of thin air, bearing the appearance of a great master.

Wu Liang covered his ears and was shocked. He didn't expect that Wang Feng would provoke master Chen Xiao out. Master Chen is a well deserved God in the art circle of the south. It's not known whether Wang Feng will win or lose the battle with master Chen this time, but he is still more optimistic about Chen Xiao. After all, Chen Xiao's achievements are there.

"Chen Xiao, he wants to challenge me?"

Wang Feng slowly opened his eyes and said, "what kind of cat and dog can I challenge Wang Feng?"

Zhou Changqing's face didn't move. He said haughtily, "if Mr. Wang is afraid, he will go to the Xu family and buckle his head ten times. My master can't take back this battle card."

After a pause, Zhou Changqing continued: "if Mr. Chen doesn't keep the appointment after receiving this battle card, there is no need for his family to exist!"

Zhou Changqing stands aloof, his eyes show disdain. Behind him stands Chen Xiao, the first person in the south.

"Noisy!"

Wang Feng's eyes were cold, and a blue sword light was born out of thin air.

"Ah

Zhou Changqing uttered a scream and looked at Wang Feng in disbelief. At this time, his right arm had fallen to the ground, but there was not much blood flowing out.

"You dare to break my arm!" Zhou Changqing is gnashing his teeth. He is Chen Xiao's disciple. When did anyone dare to attack him? Even those famous seniors would give him some face.

"What if I break your arm!" Wang Feng light said: "the fight, both points victory and death."

"Since Chen Xiao wants to fight with me, I'll block his life and Xu's life. In three days, I'll come to Yumen mountain!"

"Ha ha ha!"

"I'm looking forward to seeing you in three days. I'll see how you die then!"

Zhou Changqing picked up the broken arm on the ground and walked towards the distance. What he practiced is the secret skill of the ghost way. Now he may be able to connect his arm.

Unfortunately, before he took a few steps, his arm slowly withered. Wang Feng's sword Qi not only cut off his arm, but also took away the vitality of his arm.

"Mr. Wang, what shall we do?"

Wu Liang can only pray for Wang Feng's victory now. He has been following Wang Feng these days, and he can be regarded as self relinquishing from Chen Xiao's pulse. If Wang Feng fails, he will not be able to get along with Hong Kong City. Maybe he will be targeted by Chen Xiao's pulse“ Go back to the hotel first Wang Feng said faintly that he is a great immortal. How can he be afraid of challenges? It's just the price of his failure. I don't know if those people can accept it. An island not far from the port city. In an ancient and vast temple, there is a strange statue of an evil god. The statue is extremely ferocious, with green face and beast teeth. It has black scales all over its body. It has four hands, two long and two short, both of which are holding strange weapons. Under the statue sits a thin old man in a black robe. The old man sat quietly under the statue. The space around him seemed to be covered by an invisible force. A mosquito accidentally flew into the space and was torn into pieces“ Teacher, it's the end of the war. The second younger martial brother has lost his hand. " A heavy step sounded from the outside, and a thin, black, short man came from the outside. The man's body was cast like steel, and every inch of his muscle was full of explosive force“ Bring him in The old man in black robe is Chen Xiao, the first geomantic warlock in the south, and the short man is his first disciple long Ao“ Yes Long Ao respectfully exits the hall, and soon comes in with Zhou Changqing. At this time, Zhou Changqing is still holding his broken arm“ Master, you have to decide for me! " As soon as Zhou Changqing entered the door, he bowed to the ground and began to cry. He was a disciple of Chen Xiao, the first geomantic master in the south. When did he suffer such insults. That person even dare to break his arm, still can't take back that kind of.