The golden robed youth and the gaunt youth were called Xiang Bo and Tong Yu, respectively; in the Outer Sect’s top ten disciples of Diancang Sect, they were ranked first and fourth.
"I heard it’s a young man!"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Bo and Tong Yu nodded, and Tong Yu spoke.
Suddenly, Hong Tengyun’s face turned cold, and he said with anger, "This person is way too arrogant and conceited!"
Xiang Bo and Tong Yu showed puzzled expressions after hearing this.
"How so? Did he offend you?"
Hong Tengyun angrily said, "I lost to him yesterday, and who would have thought that he was so arrogant, loudly claiming that all disciples of Diancang Sect are garbage, with no one fit to match him! What a disgrace to what are called great sects, it’s like offering dog meat at a banquet that can’t be served!!"
With a sigh, Hong Tengyun added, "If my strength did not falter against his, I would have taught him a lesson!"
Upon hearing this, both Xiang Bo and Tong Yu’s faces turned cold, as a chilly light flashed in their eyes.
"Interesting, let him continue the competition, I’ll go and cripple him!"
Xiang Bo sneered and said.
"Brother Xiang, you needn’t step in, a mere Great Martial Master Fifth Layer trash is enough for me to handle!"
Seeing the two successfully provoked and willing to act, Hong Tengyun’s face brightened, saying, "With both brothers taking action, success is certain, and that arrogant boy will surely regret it for life!"
The group laughed out loud together.
At this moment, three youthful figures entered the auction house, and Xiang Bo, through the crystal, spotted a tall and resolute-faced youth among them and instantly narrowed his eyes.
Xiang Bo muttered to himself with a solemn expression.
The newcomers were two renowned disciples of the Divine Wind Camp, with the tall youth named Yan Ba, a Fifth Generation Disciple of the camp.
A year ago, Xiang Bo had suffered a defeat at his hands, sustaining serious injuries, and it took over a month to fully recover.
This grudge, Xiang Bo had never forgotten.
Briefly afterward, Xiang Bo snorted coldly, turned his head away, and stopped looking at the other party.
Yan Ba was a Fifth Generation Disciple of Divine Wind Camp and a martial artist from Chen Country, with a cultivation reaching the peak of Great Martial Master Seventh Layer, and he was known for his formidable combat prowess; even after a year had passed, Xiang Bo was not completely sure he could defeat him.
Inside the private room where Lin Feng was located.
Lin Feng also noticed the three who entered the auction house, and his expression turned cold as well.
He did not know Yan Ba, but he recognized Hao Hai, who was with Yan Ba.
Originally, if it had not been for this Hao Hai, Lin Feng would not have confronted Yu Wen Tuo so soon.
Without the deadly duel with Yu Wen Tuo, how could he have killed Yu Wen Tuo, leading to the enmity with the Dynasty.
This Hao Hai had long been on Lin Feng’s must-kill list.
Hao Hai and the others walked into the auction house and soon entered one of the private rooms.
"Brother Yan Ba, it’s said that there’s an ancient Level Two Upper Grade saber technique martial skill manual at this auction, do we know if it’s true?"
In the private room, another youth in grey asked.
This grey-clothed youth’s cultivation was also at Great Martial Master Seventh Layer, clearly a disciple of the Divine Wind Camp as well.
"I am here for that reason; I’m determined to obtain that martial skill!"
Yan Ba’s voice was deep and resounding.
Then, Yan Ba looked at Hao Hai next to him and asked, "Brother, what’s wrong with you? Why so downcast?"
Recently, Hao Hai had lost weight and always seemed brooding and melancholic.
During this time, Hao Hai has been feeling extremely uneasy, all because of Lin Feng!
He had always wanted to kill Lin Feng, yet not only did Lin Feng not die, his strength soared rapidly like a rocket.
In the great competition, Lin Feng even swept through the Dynasty, killing Nangong Linjue as well!
All this has left Hao Hai in utter shock!
If it weren’t for the fact that he had a big brother who also came from Chen Country, he would consider leaving the Divine Wind Camp.
Lin Feng is a devil who kills without blinking an eye, and Hao Hai genuinely fears suddenly encountering him one day and being killed!
In short, as long as Lin Feng lives, Hao Hai cannot be at peace.
"Brother, you must kill Lin Feng when you get the chance!"
Hao Hai said upon hearing Yan Ba’s inquiry.
Upon hearing this, a trace of cold light flashed in Yan Ba’s eyes, who said: "Lin Feng has killed so many of our Dynasty’s people, how could he be allowed to live? Once there is a chance, I will be the first to kill him!"
Yan Ba’s heart was also filled with regrets.
When Lin Feng first joined the Divine Wind Camp, Hao Hai had asked him to make a move and kill Lin Feng.
But back then, Lin Feng’s strength was insignificant, and Yan Ba did not bother himself, letting Hao Hai deal with it.
Furthermore, he went back to Chen Country at that time, which took up several months.
He did not expect that in such a short time, Lin Feng had grown to such an extent, becoming an invincible existence among the Sixth Generation. Even many Fifth Generation Disciples were no match for him.
"Brother, if you have the chance, you can cripple his cultivation first and then hand him over to me!"
A sinister smile appeared on Hao Hai’s face as he said: "I will let him suffer the torment of a thousand cuts!"
Lin Feng, in his private room, was unaware of the conversation between Hao Hai and the others.
There was still some time before the start of the auction, so he and Young Master Luo could only wait patiently.
In the waiting process, a large number of Martial Artists steadily arrived at the auction venue.
Among them, there were not a few masters with Seventh Layer and even Eighth Layer of Great Martial Master, and many of them were Disciples of major Sects.
Even Lin Feng saw two familiar faces among them – Fei Kuang and Ling Muchen, who had also come to the auction venue.
An hour later, the auction finally began.
At this moment, a grey-clothed old man walked towards the auction stage at the center.
The old man looked around, clapped his hands, and the entire auction hall quickly fell silent.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Heaven and Sea Pavilion Auction. I am Wen Shan, the auctioneer for this auction, and I will be presiding over the event."
The old man said with a smile.
"There are many treasures to be offered at this auction. I hope everyone actively bids and does not miss this great opportunity, lest you regret it for a lifetime!"
"Alright, without further ado, let’s begin the auction. The first item, please come on stage."
The old man was brisk and concise with his words. As they fell, a beautiful woman came forward, holding a gold-rimmed wooden tray that was one meter long. In the tray was a gleaming long saber, radiating a chilling glint.
"The first item is a treasure sword called the Snow Cloud Saber, a Middle Grade Level Two weapon, but its sharpness approaches that of an Upper Grade Level Two treasure sword. If wielded by someone strong enough, it can even cut through weapons of the same grade."
"This saber starts at a bidding price of twenty Low Grade Spirit Stones, with each increase in bid not less than five spirit stones."
Hearing the old man’s introduction, there was a stir among the crowd below, with many Martial Artists’ eyes blazing with eagerness.
A Level Two Middle Grade treasure sword with sharpness close to Upper Grade was not commonly found.
Many people began to bid, with continuous calls of prices.
"Twenty-five Low Grade Spirit Stones!"
"Thirty Low Grade Spirit Stones!"
"Forty Low Grade Spirit Stones! None of you compete with me!"
Lin Feng, sitting in the private room and looking through the crystal glass, watched the auction without any intention of participating in the bidding.