The Return of the City’s Cultivation

"This real person Ye is just a joke!"

After the man finished speaking, the people in the auction house curled their lips in disapproval: "This real person, it was the real person who jumped out of the crack in the stone. Isn't this just looking for death?"

"Yes, a family hegemon in a mere trivial area, dare to compete with all the sects here."

"This true person Ye really doesn't know how to write dead words!"

After everyone laughed, they all laughed. All the people present were members of the sect. Every sect ruled a large and small family. There was a huge gap in class. If the aristocratic family is bronze, then the sect is The silver rank, like the strength of the Seven Martial Arts, is almost equivalent to the existence of the gold rank.

Therefore, how can a mere overlord of the family be able to be compared with their sect? Everyone regarded it as a joke and ridiculed it, and even in the end, they were all disinterested in this arrogant and ignorant "Bronze" figure and began to talk about other topics. .

Someone glanced at it and said mysteriously: "This time Canglong and Lin Tianzun..." At this point, the expression became a little weird: "I wonder which side you choose?"

His words made the people around him hold their breath and quieted down for a while. Obviously, this issue is still more sensitive.

Suddenly someone screamed, and heard the voice like a grumpy temper: "What can't be said about this, who else can I choose if Lin Tianzun is not elected this time?"

"Do you still imagine a dog being squeezed and squeezed by the blue dragon?"

His voice was loud and he exhaled and roared, causing the entire auction hall to reverberate.

There are also many people who don't agree with him, but their voices are a little hesitant: "Squeeze? Not as serious as you said?"

But his voice was instantly drowned in the surging wave, and the crowd became excited.

"It's time for the person named Canglong to suffer a bit."

"Yes, I am self-righteous all day long, and my eyes grow to the top of my head. I don't want to teach you a lesson. I really think we are all vegetarian!"

Since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, Canglong’s checks and balances on the various sects have been for decades, and they have been unable to raise their heads, but they have to obey. The sects have been suppressed for a long time, full of anger and humiliation. Today, in their opinion, This is the only opportunity to "raise one's face".

"This is an excellent opportunity. After Lin Tianzun's opportunity to come to the mainland, we may turn around."

Everyone immediately buzzed and talked about it. In fact, they had already made up their minds, and now they are just adding to the flames. For a while, some of the same hatred, some extreme people said directly: "Hey, on this island, there is Lin Tianzun suppressed. Canglong, even if we put Canglong..." As he said, he wiped his neck.

Some people shook their heads, but most of them stared their eyes in excitement. At this time, they didn't know who shouted in the hall: "Lin Tianzun and the Seven Sects are here!"

More than two thousand people in the auction room stood up at the same time, and the needle dropped for a while, and everyone paid attention to the bronze gate.

A group of more than ten people walked in, but it was Lin Yingnan who was slightly thin at the head. More than two thousand people bowed together and saluted respectfully. The pilgrim usually shouted: "Lin Tianzun!"

The corner of Lin Yingnan's mouth curled, like a smile instead of a smile, and walked straight to the second floor without saying anything. Only then did everyone realize that there were only four martial arts behind him, or four and a half martial arts were more appropriate, because of the right ones. There is Luo Zhenren and Lin Yingnan who accompanied Lin Yingnan are the masters and elders, and they are all famous and uncompromising figures among the various sects.

Among them, the only lack of twelve witches in southern Sichuan, Bagua Gate and Qingcheng Jiuhua School.

After seeing Lin Yingnan walk into the box and take a seat, the crowd dared to get up. Seeing that most of the Seven Martial Arts had already stood beside Lin Yingnan, everyone was secretly stunned. At the same time, they were joyful and excited, and their thoughts in their hearts became more determined.

At this time, Lin Yingnan in the box was sitting alone on the red sandalwood hollow Yunlong chair with a constant gaze, like an ancient emperor in a TV series, and asked: "Ba Shengjie still doesn't agree to join?"

He frowned slightly, and as soon as he sat down, he asked about Ba Shengjie, apparently very concerned.

More than a dozen figures who can stomped the country of China, bowed slightly at this moment, and the servants generally faced Lin Yingnan. Yin Yuda, the lord of the Seven Colors League, immediately stepped forward and said: "He still did not agree."

"Moreover... I heard that Ba Shengjie actually had contact with the Qingcheng Jiuhua School today. The two schools talked in detail for the whole afternoon, and I don't know what their plan was!"

Lin Yingnan cursed: "I don't know what is good or bad, I really regard myself as a saint." He chuckled disapprovingly, and scorned: "Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me die!"

There was a sudden death in the box. Most of the people present were from the heavens. I hadn't seen any big scenes before. Upon hearing these words, I felt my whole body immersed in the ice cellar, and all shuddered.

There was a noisy sound from downstairs. I saw more than two hundred people coming in from the door, and two of them started. One of them was Yang Qisheng, the master of the Qingcheng Jiuhua School, and the other was a black man. A rare old man in Tang suit, but he saw his hair and beard as silver, temples as white snow, and his snow-white beard hanging down to his chest, as if his hair and beard were radiating white awns. Although he is quite old, he is very energetic and has a majestic face with Chinese characters. The face was full of red light, and there were hardly any folds in sight. The whole person was full of righteousness. It seemed a bit sacred, but it was Ba Shengjie of the Twelve Witches of Southern Sichuan.

After seeing the old man, everyone got up again, bowed to him and said, "Hello Ba Witch Master!"

This time everyone bowed, but it was different from before. Before, they were afraid of Lin Yingnan more than respect, but this time they were full of respect, and they were deeply impressed and respected to the old man.

Ba Shengjie smiled and greeted him, very kind, leading more than a hundred doormen forward for more than ten meters, standing on both sides with Yang Qisheng, making a gesture of welcoming.

When everyone saw it, they buzzed again.

"It seems that the Ba Witch Master really wants to welcome someone, not a rumor."

Someone even exclaimed in a low voice: "Look at the Ba Witch Master who has led more than a hundred people. Isn't this too formal?"

Amidst the discussion, more than ten people walked in outside the door. Everyone was taken aback. One of them was officially Canglong Jinping, but when he saw the other, everyone screamed, and some even shouted, "Ye Zhenren! "