Strongest Invincible Brat

"Old guy, I think you are here to find fault. What kind of place do you think the Zhenwu auction house is, how can you let this one-armed cripple run wild!"

The young appraiser's voice just fell.

The figure in the Jianbao Pavilion flickered, and more than a dozen martial arts monks with sharp swords rushed out in an instant.

These martial arts cultivators are all good-looking, and at worst are masters at the level of spiritual martial arts.

Without any hesitation, they directly launched the ultimate move against Mo Lingyun.

Anyone who dares to make trouble at the auction will be killed on the spot without mercy.

This is the consistent purpose of Zhenwu Auction House!

Just as the sharp sword qi was about to hit Mo Lingyun, the one-armed disabled man had a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Crippled? Today I'll let you all see how this cripple, this old man, is doing wild things!"

"Dang dang dang dang dang..."

Accompanied by a loud metal crash.

I saw that after dozens of sword qi slashed at Mo Lingyun, they were actually blocked by a body protector.

A terrifying aura of coercion suddenly erupted on the one-armed old man.

A silver needle flew out of his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The silver light flickered at an incredible speed.

In an instant, more than a dozen martial arts masters fell to the ground and died of breathlessness.

Their eyebrows all have a little red mark.

A silver needle can instantly kill more than ten martial arts masters. This one-armed disability is so terrifying?

"Help...Help, someone is coming! Murder!"

The beautiful staff who brought Mo Lingyun into Zhenwu Jianbao Pavilion.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and he was trembling with fright!

She ran out of the Treasure Pavilion with a look of fear, screaming wildly and calling for help!

For a time, all the guards of the martial arts who were holding the auction at the front desk were all watching the wind.

The higher-ups of the Zhenwu Auction were also alerted!

Even the masters of all parties participating in the auction have all exploded!

"Who the hell is he? He dares to make trouble at the Zhenwu auction, is he dying?"

"In this auction, I heard that there is one Fa Sage, two Martial Sages, and three current powerhouses, and ten Tianwu Grandmasters are installed in them. No matter who he is, he dares to make trouble and kill at the Zhenwu Auction. , it is undoubtedly self-destruction!"

"Haha! It's interesting, in this Xuanwu City, I have never heard of anyone who dared not give face to Zhenwu Auction House!"

The melon-eating monks from all over the world who participated in the auction talked a lot.

It's clear that things have gone horribly wrong!

But at this moment, there was no trace of panic on Mo Lingyun's face.

He looked calm, just sighed slightly.

It seems that today it is impossible to continue to hide the identity!

In this case, it is no longer hidden!

The task assigned by Senior Qin must be completed.

This is his only hope of rebuilding his severed limb.

Mo Lingyun's eyes narrowed.

A terrifying sword energy,

It exploded on him.

The fierce sword light soared into the sky and instantly swept tens of thousands of meters high. Even the clouds in the sky were swept away by the sword energy and disappeared.

The terrifying pressure of the extremely powerful gods came suddenly!

In the auction, thousands of monks were shocked.

"This... Sword Qi is breaking through the sky, sweeping across the sky, with a sword of cold light tens of thousands of meters, is this the arrival of a strong martial artist?"

"My God, is the person who made trouble in Zhenwu Pavilion turned out to be a big martial artist?"

"This is the legendary martial arts boss. Even the king of the Kunlong Empire has to be treated with great courtesy. What did Zhenwu Auction House do to anger such a strong man?"

"Don't worry, it's a pity if you don't take a good look at this kind of excitement. Everyone, go to the auction first, and I'll take a look outside!"

"Brother, don't worry, let's go together!"

For a time, all the cultivators who were participating in the auction rose into the air, and in the blink of an eye, they flew to the roof.

At this time, on the highest eaves of Zhenwu Auction House, a one-armed man stood with his hands behind his back.

Under his feet, stepped on a young man like a dead dog!

Many monks know this young man.

This person is the chief appraiser of Zhenwu Auction House, Zheng Tianxiu, a close disciple of Master Zhenxuan.

And the one-armed man exudes a vast and incomparably tyrannical coercion.

The power of this coercion is simply rare in the world!

At this time, in the auction pavilion, one after another tyrannical aura rose into the sky again.

Almost all the high-level officials in the Zhenwu auction came down.

There are more than 1,000 martial arts masters and more than 200 magicians, waiting for you!

The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

The whole place was dead silent!

At this moment, an old man of immortal style stood up.

"Who is Your Excellency? Why do you want to make trouble at my Zhenwu auction, and humiliate this old man's disciple? The old man asks himself if he doesn't know you, and he has never had any troubles. If my disciple is negligent, please watch it. In the face of the old man, let it go, the old man is willing to apologize in person!"

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have for this seat to give you face? You are only a peak of the Dharma Sage. You are not qualified to rely on the old and sell the old in front of this seat!"

At this moment, Mo Lingyun was extremely strong.

It seems that the previous generation of Sword God has returned.

He stepped on his left foot gently, and Zheng Tianxiu's head was crushed alive in front of all the monks!

"How unreasonable, do you really think that there is no one in my Zhenwu auction house?"

A majestic man with a long knife flew into the air.

A sharp knife slashed towards Mo Lingyun.

The terrifying sword light exudes a power of breaking rocks.

This knife-wielding man is known to most of the monks present. This man is the deputy pavilion master of Zhenwu Pavilion, Mad Saber Martial Saint Liu Yixiao.

He is one of the ten most famous Martial Saints in the Kunlong Empire.

"Noisy!"

Mo Lingyun didn't even look at him, just gently stretched out his left hand and flicked his finger.

A silver needle flew out of his hand.

In the next second, the famous Crazy Sword Martial Saint flew upside down.

His eyebrows were pierced by a sword qi, and he smashed to the ground, stunned to death!

A generation of Martial Saint, was killed by someone with one finger?

Thousands of monks, collectively shocked!

Everyone took a deep breath!

They were stunned, like petrification!

"Killing Wusheng powerhouses in seconds is definitely not something that ordinary gods powerhouses can do. Who is this one-armed powerhouse, so terrifying?"

"The terrifying sword power that this person exudes is only comparable to that of the mainland's number one sword god, Lingyun Sword God. Could it be that...?"

"Impossible, Sword God Lingyun has fallen as early as 30 years ago, and there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Sword God Lingyun is handsome, how can it be such a one-armed old man with such a humble appearance?"

Just when a group of monks were talking about it.

Master Zhenxuan asked with an extremely livid face: "What is your intention?"

"It's very simple, I don't want to cause trouble, and I don't want to make a big killing. You Zhenwu Auction House has received a senior in this seat. This seat is entrusted by the seniors, and the treasure must be retrieved. Today, you will hand it over to me. Cashier ring, this seat is not guilty of the past, if you insist on hiding, no one from your Zhenwu auction will be able to leave alive today!”