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Chapter 430

As soon as this was said, some agreed with each other, while some thought she was meddling in other people's business, while the rest were in the mood to watch the show.

In the private room of 305, Elder Liang suddenly looked unhappy when he heard this.

Which sect is this arrogant lady, whose mouth and cultivation are so low?!

Their Five Elements Spiritual Sect is indeed not worth 200 million spiritual jades!

But there is no need to belittle their Five Elements Spiritual Sect so much, right?!

"Little ancestor, don't worry, leave this matter to me and let me scold her to death!"

Elder Liang patted his chest angrily and promised.

Yun Zheng: "..."

Elder Liang quickly picked up a small ball and cursed and sent a message: "Miss, why is your face so big? What does the affairs of our sect have to do with you? If you don't have spiritual jade, don't others?"

"I think you are purely jealousy, envy and hatred. Your situation is too small!"

"If you have the ability, you can take out more spiritual jade than 200 million!"

"I think you are just jealous of our little ancestors! If you don't have spiritual jade, just shut your mouth. If you don't speak, no one knows that you don't have spiritual jade! You are the biggest poor man. If you have the ability, you will take out 200 million spiritual jades. If you don't have the ability, you will come out and show your eyes to you!"

Finally, Elder Liang spat fiercely, "Bah, I see you are just rushing to ask for scolding!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience fell into a strange silence.

They were a little confused. This guy scolded him for a while without having to breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, this is the first time they have seen a scene of cursing in an image through the private room.

Today I have gained some knowledge.

Think about what I said just now, there is some truth.

The little girl from the Seven Killing Sect on the fourth floor targeted some of the little ancestors of the Five Elements Spirit Sect from the beginning. No, she targeted not only the little ancestors, but also everyone in the private room on the third floor.

One person suddenly said, "It is said that Ling Moran of the Qikill Sect was defeated by that little ancestor in the Beast Control City. The Qikill Sect wouldn't hate her because of this, right?"

"This statement makes sense. Who doesn't know how petty the Qiks are?" someone lowered his voice and said authentically.

"That's right, it must be because of this that they blamed the little ancestor."

"No wonder they target the Five Elements Spirit Sect everywhere. It turns out that they can't afford to lose! However, it's enough to launch a little girl to target them..."

Everyone was talking.

Many practitioners don’t like the Seven Killing Sect, and many sects are also rivals the Seven Killing Sect, so they also take this opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Suddenly, Xiao Yilang's disdainful voice came, "You Qikill Sect, if you have the ability, take out 200 million spiritual jade? If not, why should you please pay for others?"

"Anyway, if they can't hand over 200 million spiritual jade in the end, they will naturally bear the punishment from the auction!"

As soon as these words were said, many people were a little surprised.

Xiao Yilang actually spoke at this time, thinking that it was because he was very disgusted with the behavior of the Qikha Sect.

At this moment, in the 403 private room.

The old man with dark green robe looked gloomy and dripped ink out quickly. He glanced at Ning Xiaoyu in displeasure.

Ning Xiaoyu touched his terrible eyes and subconsciously shrank back.

"Prince Elder..."

The old man angrily shouted, "Shut up!"

Ning Xiaoyu was stunned by this roar. She reacted and made a more fierce noise. She said with anger:

"Elder Ling, it's all those poor people who are slandering the reputation of me and Senior Ling, and slandering the reputation of our Qikill Sect. It's their fault. Why do you scold me?!"

"These poor people are simply unable to have so many spiritual jades. I am just exposing their ugly faces."

Ning Xiaoyu's tone was full of grievances and righteousness.

The old man's face was dark and his chest was ups and downs, and he was obviously very angry.

If it weren't for her identity, he would have been unable to tolerate this arrogant and mindless girl.

"Ling Moran!" the old man called out with a dark face.

"Disciple is here."

"Do you know it's wrong?"

Ling Moran was stunned for a second, then lowered his eyes and said calmly: "The disciple is wrong and should not be defeated by her!"

"All this happened because of you. You must declare that everyone was wrong and was defeated by her inappropriate means." The old man looked at him deeply and said coldly: "Give her a letter of war!"

Ling Moran looked up in shock.

The old man threw the small ball to him and signaled him to speak.

Ling Moran held the small ball and suddenly realized for a moment.

Ning Xiaoyu, who was beside her, said with a resentful look: "Senior Brother Ling, you don't have to give that bitch any face to that bitch!"

"Say!" The old man's voice was cold and he could not argue.

Ling Moran pursed his lips, his eyes turned from indecisiveness to gloomy and firmness. He inputted his spiritual power and then regained his arrogant voice: "I am Ling Moran from the Qikill Sect. I did have a battle with Miss Yun in the Beast City before, and Ling did lose, but--"

"Miss Yun used improper means to win. As for improper means, there is no need to say so clearly. After all, Miss Yun is indeed a beautiful country..."

The implication is that the little ancestor seduces him!

Before everyone could discuss it with interest, a sudden explosion sounded from the direction of the fourth floor.

'Bang--'

When I looked up and saw that the wall of a private room on the fourth floor had exploded, and smoke and dust rolled in an instant. Above it, a young man in blue pinched his face in pain.

Everyone suddenly became panicked!

Mr. Zhao's pupils shrank even more, calling on the guards at the auction.

The secret guards were dispatched one after another.

"Yes-" Mr. Zhao's voice came to an abrupt end.

Because everyone in the audience was imprisoned by a force, they couldn't even make a sound.

Even the people in the private rooms on the second, third, fourth and fifth floors are no exception.

A low voice wrapped in countless chills slowly rang out, "Say what I just said!"

Ling Moran was so frightened that his eyes widened when he heard this, and the force that bound his neck became more and more intense.

"I...ahem..."

Although everyone could not speak, they were shocked when they heard this. Isn’t this voice the man who just called out 200 million spiritual jade?!

Damn, this damn is so awesome!

This is too strong, right?!

They were full of shock.

What kind of upright character is this?

The strong men at the Sanqing Auction were already strangled in the cradle before they even came out, and the same was true for everyone.

Elder Ling felt that Ling Moran's breath became weaker and weaker. His face changed slightly, and he secretly used his spiritual power to get rid of this confinement.

But, it's useless!

Elder Ling's face turned pale. Who is this?! There is no such strong person in the Nanyang airspace!

At this moment, in the 401-1 private room, a great ecstasy appeared on the face of the bald handsome man who was also imprisoned.

This...isn't it the Emperor?
Chapter completed!
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