Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng discovered that this time the auction house was extremely crowded, and many of them were bulging around their waists, obviously with weapons, and there were many eye contact occasionally, as if something was brewing.

The undercurrent surging.

When the auction was about to begin, there was a loud noise at the door of the auction hall, and then a large crowd of people poured in. They were all dressed in blood-red clothes with black skulls embroidered on them. They looked hideous and terrifying, and all of them wore skull masks, not showing their true colors.

They are very overbearing. After they came to the lobby, they occupied a certain corner, and then sent all the guests there to other places.

They act so domineering, but no one dares to resist.

Chen Feng heard someone whispering: "The people from Skeleton Valley are here too. They are not good stubborns. They are killing people one by one. This time there is fun."

"Yeah, last time Skeleton Valley came to their third boss. This time I don't know who it is. Did the boss lead the team himself?"

"It should not be, I didn't feel such a tyrannical breath."

Chen Feng nodded. He still clearly remembered the last time Skull Valley intervened in the conflict between the Lord's son Xue Shan of the Great River City and the white father's son of Baiyang Town.

I don't know why Skeleton Valley came here this time, is it because of the two broken mirror pills?

Soon, the auction began.

Obviously, many customers are quite worried, and the auction will be a bit dull, and even the auctioneer is listless, seeming to be waiting for the appearance of the last finale.

Another lot was sent to the stage. After taking a look, the auctioneer looked a little excited and shouted: "Today's 21st lot is a 500-year-old ghost-faced ginseng."

With that, he lifted the black cloth covering the lot.

Chen Feng glanced at it and saw the ghost face blood ginseng, about the size of a child's arm, and a ghost face skull pattern was formed on the surface of the body, and the ghost face was constantly changing its shape and position. It seems that there is a ghost in this blood ginseng. And the most peculiar thing is that this ghost-faced ginseng, constantly struggling, seems to have its own soul. Moreover, with every struggle, there were bursts of shrill crying like ghosts.

"Ghost blood ginseng, what the **** is this?"

Chen Feng heard someone talking in a low voice below.

He didn't know what it was, but Ying Ziyue in Chen Feng's arms was suddenly excited. Although she deliberately lowered her voice, Chen Feng could still hear her. Her voice trembled with excitement.

"Chen Feng, you must buy this ghost-faced blood ginseng. This thing can nourish the soul, and it is good for a spirit body like me. If you have a few more such medicinal materials, maybe I can temporarily condense the spirit. Body."

Chen Feng was excited in his heart and nodded firmly: "Zi Yue, don't worry, I will get this thing anyway."

The auctioneer shouted: "Born in five hundred years, a ginseng with ghost face and blood. The starting price is five hundred middle-grade spirit stones."

As a result, after he finished shouting, there was no sound in the auction hall and no bids at all. The auctioneer was very embarrassed and vigorously agitated.

As a result, the auction room was still quiet, no one knew the special effects of the ghost face blood ginseng, except to win Ziyue.

Someone laughed loudly and said: "Come on, I think no one has bought this item. You should announce the unsuccessful shooting as soon as possible. Don't delay our time."

Chen Feng did not bid at the beginning, just because he was afraid that someone would deliberately drive up the price. Therefore, he deliberately held on for a while. When he saw that no one was bidding, his voice was lazy and reluctant, and said lightly: "I bought six hundred middle-grade spirit stones. He Lao Xie has some friendships. If he fails to shoot, how will he lose face?"

If the auctioneer got the treasure, he hurriedly said loudly: "600 middle-grade spirit stones, 600 middle-grade spirit stones, is there any price increase?"

No one was speaking below, and the auctioneer wanted to quickly end the embarrassing scene and enter the next lot as soon as possible, so the hammer began to fall.

"Six hundred middle-grade spirit stones once, and 600 middle-grade spirit stones twice..."

Just when he was about to say the deal, just when Chen Feng thought that the ghost face blood ginseng was something in his own bag, and was so excited, suddenly, a voice sounded from the people in the Skeleton Valley: "Seven hundred yuan middle grade. Lingshi."

Talking, listening to the voice is a young man, he also wears a red robe and a skull mask on his face, but his skull mask is all garish.

Someone next to him asked in a low voice, "Master, what are you doing with this thing? Do you know what use it is for?"

The young man laughed and said, "I don't know what it's useful for, I just don't see others pick up the bargain."

After that, laughed jokingly.

Chen Feng's eyes became cold and severe, he glanced at him coldly, and said lightly: "Eight hundred middle-grade spirit stones."

Ghost face blood ginseng, he is determined to get it.