"Are you two from Taihao Holy Land?"

As soon as Qin Yichen and Feng Qianxue entered the main hall, a woman dressed as a maid came forward and asked respectfully.

Qin Yichen nodded and took out the sacred jade that symbolized Taihao's disciple status.

"You two, please come with me."

Seeing the divine jade, many people around him suddenly looked in awe, and the maid also bowed and bowed.

Although people from all the major holy places have to pay an entrance fee to enter here, as a disciple of the three major holy places, they still have some great privileges, and they have a place even in the Ancient Jade Tower.

Under the leadership of the maid, the three of them walked through the passage on one side. Through the corridor, they could clearly see the huge crowds of people in the main hall, which was very lively.

When they reached a side hall, the maid bowed and bowed before retreating.

Qin Yichen glanced around and found that there were many figures sitting in the hall, and there were many familiar people. Mu Yanfeng, Li Yuanba and others were also among them.

"Senior Brother Qin."

Seeing Qin Yichen come in, many Taihao Holy Land disciples in the side hall stood up and saluted.

"Brothers, please take a seat."

Qin Yichen also smiled and nodded, not feeling proud at all because of his promotion to the quasi-sage.

"Junior Brother Qin, come here and sit down."

Mu Yanfeng also smiled and waved to Qin Yichen.

"Senior Brother Mu."

Qin Yichen nodded, took Feng Qianxue's little hand, walked to the seat next to Mu Yanfeng and sat down.

After a few words of conversation, Qin Yichen's eyes glanced from the front.

Directly in front of this side hall is the auction platform of the auction venue, and beside them, there are five side halls of this size.

Qin Yichen's sharp gaze swept across the side halls. Soon, his eyes focused on a side hall in front and left of him. He could see that there were many figures in the main hall. At the end of them,

In front, a young man wearing a green robe sat firmly.

This young man had a thin face, but his eyes were extremely sharp, and the vague feeling of oppression emanating from his body was even stronger than that of Mu Yanfeng.

"That is the quasi-holy son of Zhaotian Holy Land...Lin Fengying!"

Mu Yanfeng's voice also sounded in Qin Yichen's ears.

"Lin Fengying..."

A smile appeared on Qin Yichen's lips, and he secretly shouted in his heart. This guy who would later become the Holy Lord of Zhaotian Holy Land actually met under such circumstances.

What surprised Qin Yichen was that next to Lin Fengying, he saw a familiar figure...Yuehua Holy Body, Qiao Yuewei!

As if aware of Qin Yichen's gaze, Lin Fengying also looked over. Behind him, an old man dressed as an elder bowed to him and said a few words. A look of surprise flashed across Lin Fengying's face.

Immediately, he nodded lightly to Qin Yichen.

"This time even Xuan Mingge, the quasi-holy son of Xuanwu Holy Land, is here."

Mu Yanfeng stood aside, pointed to another hall, and said to Qin Yichen.

"Xuanwu Holy Land?"

A look of surprise flashed in Qin Yichen's eyes. It seemed that the attraction of Lingtian's order was quite huge. Even he didn't know about it. Xuanwu Holy Land, which was far away from the three holy lands, got the news, and

The quasi-holy son was dispatched.

And just when Qin Yichen was looking at the Xuan Mingge, there was a sudden commotion from behind.

Sensing this motive, Qin Yichen turned his head curiously, and soon saw several figures appearing in his sight, led by several beautiful maids.

Among those figures, the one who attracted the most attention was the young man in white robe at the center of them.

That man's eyes were as bright as the sun, and there was an oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe faintly coming from his body as he walked. This man was the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Light...Chen Feng!

"That is the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Light...Chen Feng."

Mu Yanfeng, who was standing by him, suddenly said, "You should be careful about this person. If you meet him in the future, avoid him wherever you can, and try not to conflict with him."

"That guy's name as the Holy Son came from killing!"

Listening to Mu Yanfeng's solemn words, Qin Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

Under the guidance of the maid, the group from the Holy Land of Light walked to the front of the temple next to the side hall of the Holy Land of Taihao. However, after the maid left, they had no intention of entering.

"Is this the boy who defeated that good-for-nothing Lingtuya?"

Suddenly, a faint voice resounded, and Chen Feng, dressed in white, appeared in front of the side hall of Taihao Holy Land.

The moment he appeared, a huge pressure poured out, covering the entire side hall of Taihao Holy Land. Under this pressure, everyone suddenly felt as if they were carrying a mountain, and they could not even breathe.

It became extremely difficult.

The entire auction house, which was originally bustling with activity, seemed to have become much quieter due to the emergence of this coercion, and everyone looked towards this side in fear.

When they saw the white figure, countless people shrank their pupils and retracted their gazes angrily. There were also some brave people who looked at the people in the side hall of Taihao Holy Land with a playful smile.

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The conflict between Holy Land of Light and Holy Land of Taihao is no longer a secret. Although Holy Land of Taihao has been very popular during this period, there is still a big gap when compared with Holy Land of Light!

"In the middle stage of the Imperial Realm, he is really pitifully weak. I don't know how stupid that loser is to be killed by a boy who smells like milk."

Chen Feng's eyes were like torches, as if he did it intentionally, that kind of aura was suppressing Qin Yichen.

"snort!"

Mu Yanfeng's face turned cold, and he snorted coldly. A powerful aura swept out, offsetting the terrible pressure and dissipating it. At this time, many disciples of Taihao Holy Land were able to breathe.

Their eyes looked at the white figure in fear. Under the pressure just now, this white figure, like a white god of death, shocked their hearts.

"It's ridiculous that a demon who massacred his own people by virtue of his inheritance could become the Holy Son of the Holy Land!"

Just when Mu Yanfeng was about to speak, Qin Yichen's voice suddenly echoed beside him.

"Hiss...who is that kid? How dare you speak to Chen Shengzi like that!"

"Is it possible that that kid got carried away because he saw the unparalleled majesty of Taihao Holy Land during this period?"

Qin Yichen's voice was not concealed, and there was even a trace of true energy in it. Suddenly, the whole auction venue was filled with noise.
Chapter completed!