“Buzz!”

Suddenly, the scrap iron on Qin Meng's hand trembled slightly.

If it was held by an ordinary person, he might not feel anything, but Qin Meng is still very sensible.

Although the iron piece only trembled slightly, it was also sensed by Qin Meng.

Qin Meng's pupils shrank and she looked at the iron block in her hand, but the iron block never shook again since it trembled.

It was like a piece of real scrap iron, without any reaction.

Qin Meng touched the iron block with his little finger again, but at this moment the iron block was completely useless.

Qin Meng shook her head helplessly, with a look of helplessness on her face.

My own perception is absolutely correct, but I don’t know why, now the iron piece has become scrap iron again.

Qin Meng put the iron block into his rustic bag. Not to mention anything else, just the trembling just now made Qin Meng feel that this iron block is no ordinary thing.

"Grand buns! Someone is here." At this moment, Yao Yaoyao screamed in the audience.

Qin Meng was stunned, standing there motionless, and suddenly felt a strong wind coming from all around him.

This is not a cold wind, to be precise, this is the airflow brought by magic power.

From these powerful airflows, Qin Meng felt that at this moment, the auction house was probably surrounded and could not be thrust.

"Xiao Meng! Leave quickly, the president of the Changsheng Pavilion branch has come with the Taoist weapon."

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in Qin Meng's mind.

Yes, this voice is not someone else's, it is his senior brother Wang Aoqin.

Qin Meng was too lazy to look around because he knew that Wang Aoqin was not here. At this moment, Wang Aoqin was just using the Thousand Mile Meteorological Transmission Technique.

"It's a joke!"

At this moment, the surrounding windows were kicked open at the same time, and countless figures jumped in from outside the window.

The same is true on the second floor, and countless figures jumped in, and for a moment, surrounded the entire venue tightly.

"Bold Qin Meng, you provoked my Changsheng Pavilion repeatedly and then killed my elders inside and outside the Changsheng Pavilion. Now you are dead, and you are not surrendering?"

A figure walked out of the crowd, pointed at Qin Meng and started to drink.

Qin Meng turned his head slightly and saw a middle-aged man staring at him with a sneer.

He was the fourth elder who led five or six disciples of the Changsheng Pavilion to chase Qin Meng that day!

The fourth elder sneered. Last time, he was indeed scared away by Qin Meng.

Because Qin Meng is not something he can compete with, but today it is different.

Today, Fenshan, the president of the Changsheng Pavilion branch of South China, personally led the team to encircle Qin Meng, and there were more than 100 inner disciples and masters of Changsheng Pavilion.

Today, even if Qin Meng has wings, she will not be able to escape and die.

"Who am I thinking of it? It turns out that I am a defeated general. I wonder if your Taoist weapon has brought it today? I am very interested in your Taoist weapon."

Qin Meng smiled coldly.

I have to say that the movements of Changsheng Pavilion today are indeed big enough.

The disciples of the entire Changsheng Pavilion were dispatched, and the magic power value of the Changsheng Pavilion surrounding Qin Meng was not less than 2,000 points.

It can be said that this is the biggest action of Changsheng Pavilion.

Even though Luo Qin Zhenren was a few years ago, he had never let Changsheng Pavilion move such a large formation.

Although Changsheng Pavilion did not use such a formation against Luoqin Zhenren, later Luoqin Zhenren turned around and broke into Changsheng Pavilion.

He slashed at countless disciples of the Changsheng Pavilion and directly washed away the entire Changsheng Pavilion branch of South China City.

However, Luo Qin Zhenren was much stronger than Qin Meng now. When Luo Qin Zhenren made a big splash in South China, he was already a ninth-grade ghost catcher.

In contrast, countless people outside the auction house were already paying silence for Master Qin.

Because they don’t think Qin Xianshi can withstand this time the Changsheng Pavilion.

"Hmph! Qin Meng, don't be arrogant. Today, it is the president of my Changsheng Pavilion who takes action personally. After I catch you, I will let you taste the suffering of the eighteen levels of hell."

The fourth elder snorted coldly.

He didn't talk much about Qin Meng, after all, in their eyes, Qin Meng was already like a dead person.

"What are you talking nonsense? Do you want to block my Qin Meng's way?"

Qin Meng asked coldly.

A gust of wind blew, blew Qin Meng's hair, making his hair flowing everywhere, very handsome.

Even Yao Yaoyao was fascinated by the audience.

However, she was also particularly worried about Qin Meng. Today's battle was a big deal. If Qin Meng could not escape, she would probably fall here.

"Slow down!" Yao Yaoyao shouted, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

The fourth elder also looked at Yao Yaoyao and said, "Miss Yao, there is no business for you here, where are the people from the Yao family? Why don't you come in?"

"Here you come!" After the fourth elder finished speaking, an old man walked in outside the auction house.

He came to Yao Yaoyao, bowed respectfully, and said, "Miss, Master has orders, please follow me back!"

"Uncle Fu? Why are you here? Where is my dad? Is he here? Let him come out quickly."

Yao Yaoyao exclaimed.

Uncle Fu is an old servant who serves her father in person, and he also watches Yao Yaoyao grow up since childhood.

Yao Yaoyao is still very dependent on him.

Since Uncle Fu has come, his father should have come too. Now it is time to be at stake.

If his father came, he might be able to save Qin Meng.

"Miss, the master has not come. The master asked me to tell you that from now on, you will not be allowed to have any relationship with Qin Meng."

Uncle Fu said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Yao Yaoyao exclaimed.

"Because he will die here today, Miss, please follow me." Uncle Fu stretched out his hand and signaled.

"No, I won't leave. If my dad doesn't save the Tubaozi, then let me die with him."

Yao Yaoyao screamed at the surroundings.

She still thought that her father had arrived, but she had not shown up.

"That lady, I'm sorry." Uncle Fu said apologetically.

After saying that, he slapped Yao Yaoyao on the back of her neck with a palm. He suddenly heard Yao Yaoyao let out a muffled groan, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

Uncle Fu held Yao Yaoyao, looked at Qin Meng deeply, and left straight away.

Qin Meng was relieved when she saw Yao Yaoyao being taken away. After all, Yao Yaoyao could not help her at this moment.

"Qin Meng, now your only savior has left. Do you still have to resist stubbornly?"

The fourth elder shouted again.

Qin Meng sneered, slowly raised his right hand, and finally raised his middle finger, obviously looking contemptuous.

This was what Qin Meng learned when he came to South China. After Yao Yaoyao said that this is what contempt is.

"Rareless! Qin Meng, since you don't know how to live or die, don't blame me for being ruthless, come on me and kill him."

The fourth elders shook their hands and commanded hundreds of inner disciples of the Changsheng Pavilion around them toward Qin Meng.

He himself took two steps back and watched the show behind him.

(End of this chapter)
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