Strongest Invincible Brat

Chapter 369: Please Return

The fact is as he guessed.

As soon as he arrived in Xuanwu City, he sensed the breath left by Zhou Daya.

As a martial arts powerhouse, Mo Lingyun should not be too simple to lock in a person's breath.

Not to mention that this person originally came from Niujia Village, and he is still familiar.

Looking for the remaining breath, Mo Lingyun unknowingly came to the most prosperous Central Street in the center of the city.

There are many martial art monks coming and going in this street, and there are even three or five hordes of magicians.

These people walked into a large auction in droves.

"Have you heard of this time, the Zhenwu auction is said to have a magical secret auction of Fasheng level!"

"It's true, but this time, I'm here for Ling Yun Jianpu!"

"Is Lingyun's sword spectrum the same as the sword spectrum left by Mo Ling, a generation of Megatron mainland, thirty years ago?"

"Yes, I don't know what kind of method Zhenwu Auction House used to actually get the Lingyun sword spectrum. The highlight of this auction is the Lingyun sword spectrum and the Secret Code of the Law. There are also a lot of them that can be put up for auction by Zhenwu Auction House, basically they will not be too bad! "

When a group of martial art monks entered the auction, they could not help but talk about it.

Mo Lingyun heard what he said!

This auction actually used his sword sheet as a gimmick.

As soon as he thought of his own efforts to gather the swordsmanship of the world, the sword sheet created by him was actually openly sold and sold, and his heart was inevitably angry.

At the same time, I remembered my unbearable past.

He did not teach this sword to anyone.

It was just stored in his own personal ring, but in the first battle of 30 years ago, his right hand was cut off, and the ring was also lost.

Every effort was made to regain a life!

Now Ling Yun Jianpu is blatantly appearing in auctions and being sold wantonly. This must be the humiliation of the two **** of 'Li Jiexiu' and 'Hua Ruolan'!

Li Jiexiu is one of the four empires of the Tianhun continent, and the first warrior of the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

Hua Ruolan is also one of the four empires of the Heavenly Soul Continent, and the first **** of the West Chen Empire.

Thirty years ago, Li Jiexiu was his best brother, and Hua Ruolan was his favorite woman.

But he is the woman he loves the most, giving him a colorless and tasteless world, the strange poisonous spirit.

His best brother cut off his arm by himself.

Insulted his personality, trampled his dignity, and brought him a big green hat!

Such a shame and shame, he still remembers it so far!

What kind of spirit was he then?

Breaking through the realm of the sword **** at the age of 100 years and breaking the peak of the sword **** at the age of 150 years are the most proud generation of Tianjiao on the mainland.

He created his own Lingyun swordsmanship. Among the strong players in his class, there is no rival!

But now, he has become a half-handed disabled who lost his right hand!

All this is thanks to those two bitches!

Recalling such a past, Mo Lingyun inevitably produced a trace of killing in his heart!

"The Zhenwu auction is very good. I want to take a look at it. Lingyun sword spectrum is worth it!"

Mo Lingyun walked into the auction with a big wave.

Although he does not have an invitation to auction, as long as he releases one percent of the martial arts power, no one will block it!

On the heavenly soul continent, the cultivation of a strong person is the best pass!

"Strange! Where is this one-armed monk sacred? I don't seem to have heard the name of this person, but the cultivation revealed in his body has obviously reached the realm of martial arts master, far from the realm of martial arts, Not much worse! "

"In the world, there are countless powerful people. Some people move around, while others have low-key personality and it is normal to not know them!"

Mo Lingyun ignored the strange eyes of other martial arts.

When he walked into Zhenwu auction, his mind was even more confused!

Because this auction is where Chow Tai Ya's last breath disappeared.

Zhou Daya is just a low-level martial artist in the late period of a warrior. It is impossible to escape the lock of the breath of the warrior-level strong!

Unless there is a strong man of the same level to help him cover his breath.

This situation is almost impossible!

Then there is only one remaining situation.

Zhou Daya is dead!

Only the dead can escape his breath lock!

"Did Zhou Daya, who was holding Qin's apprentice ring, made a special trip to the Zhenwu auction house and was preparing to send this treasure? But Qin's predecessor's appetite was too precious, so someone moved his mind, and Zhou Daya Die? "

"It seems to be the case!"

"Zhou Daya is not greedy enough, and there is still more to die, but Qin's seniors accepted the ring and fell into the hands of Zhenwu Auction House, but this matter is getting more and more difficult!"

Mo Lingyun frowned.

The task that Qin Xiaotian had given him was well accomplished.

Retrieving the admittance ring from Zhou Daya was effortless.

But now it's one step too late, and things have something to do with the Zhenwu auction.

There will be a master Jianbao at the auction, how can you not see the preciousness of this Na ring.

If you want to get it back, I'm afraid it will be a fight!

Mo Lingyun's eyes sank.

Although he has been healing for 30 years, he was once the mainland ’s first sword god, and he is not a good man.

Thousands died in his hands.

Zhenwu auction openly bids for his sword spectrum, which has made him offensive!

These days, auctions that violate the morals of the rivers and lakes, kill people and win treasures, have no meaning at all.

"Anyway today, it is bound to get back Qin's apprenticeship!"

Think of it here.

Mo Lingyun walked directly to the auction channel.

"Sir, do you want to entrust our auction house to send any treasures?" A beauty staff at the auction asked Mo Lingyun kindly.

"Yes, there is a treasure in this seat to send!"

"Okay, you come with me!"

A short while later, Mo Lingyun followed the beauty Wu Xiu to the backstage Jianbao Pavilion of the auction.

A young appraiser is playing with the magic weapon he just received.

This man is handsome and polite. Although he is young, he has become a high-level magician.

Looks very approachable.

"Sir, please sit down. Do you have any treasures to be commissioned?"

"I have no treasures to auction, I just want to ask if there was a man in his 50s who came here to auction with a special ring. This person is very distinctive and has two large teeth. I do n’t know Have you seen it before? "

As soon as Mo Lingyun said this, the young appraiser's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Sorry, I haven't met the person you said!"

"Young man, you don't have to use this to fool the old man. The old man was not seeking revenge for Zhou Daya, but the ring he sent at your auction is a thing lost by an old man of the old man And be sure to return it! "

Mo Lingyun's voice fell.

The atmosphere quietly became extremely depressed!

(End of this chapter)