Chapter 949

"Don't forget, this auction house has shares from Senior Sister Ningguang, as well as shares from various senior brothers and sisters of Feng Hui Peak, Dazhu Peak, and others."

"What's more, although it's a rotating guard of Shushan City, there are ten deacons who come at a time, and hundreds of Outer Sect disciples come to practice their hearts."

"Coming out to host the auction is both to sell a favor to Senior Sister Ningguang and the others, and the deacon himself can also draw a portion of the funds from this auction as extra income."

"The cultivation resources of the Outer Sect have always been scarce, and this kind of opportunity is very precious to them."

"As long as one practices to the late stage of Refining Qi into Spirit, one is qualified to go to the Inner Sect to serve as a deacon. This is not a job that loses face."

Asta suddenly realized, nodded, and said softly:

"Thank you, Mr. Walter, for clearing up the confusion."

Below, Lingyuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ao Ling.

If it were an ordinary spirit race, even if the tribe leader greeted him, he wouldn't bother to pay attention.

But at least it is one of the five great spirit races, and this Ao Ling is also the younger brother of Inner Sect Elder Neuvillette, and the black Jiao race is rumored to have found a connection with Zhongli.

To some extent, Lingyuan would still give some face.

Lingyuan showed a smile on his face and nodded slightly.

"Go up, Box No. 2, but you brought too many people."

Ao Ling bowed, looking respectful:

"Yes, Deacon Lingyuan."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and many followers left the auction house neatly. Ao Ling only took six guardians to the third floor.

"It's coming."

Otto cheered up and greeted everyone to hurry over to watch.

Sure enough, as Ao Ling officially sat down in Box No. 2.

A voice drifted from the adjacent Box No. 3.

"Brother Ao Ling's airs are really big. You've been to the auction so many times, yet you still can't remember the rules of the third floor. Do you have to bring so many people every time to show off?"

"To think you even needed Deacon Lingyuan to remind you..."

After the words fell, the entire auction house suddenly became quiet, and countless people looked up and quietly sized up the two boxes.

"It's just to express respect for Deacon Lingyuan, but as for you, Brother Jinmin..."

"Is there no one left in the Peng Bird race? To think you'd let a few early-stage Refining Qi into Spirit cultivators be your guardians."

"If something happens, I wonder how Tribe Leader Jin Dang would feel?"

Hearing this, Jinmin's many guardians stared at Ao Ling next door with anger.

"I won't trouble Brother Ao Ling to worry about me. For now, in this Shushan City, under the nose of Shushan, there is now Deacon Lingyuan sitting in command."

"My father has never worried about my safety. However, Brother Ao Ling, you bring so many people out every time. Could it be that you don't trust the deacons and elders of Shushan City?"

Hearing this, Ao Ling's eyes turned cold, and he sneered in a low voice.

"Hehe... Brother Jinmin has really inherited Tribe Leader Jin Dang's sharp-tongued character. You can drag everything into Shushan City? I don't blame you, the Golden-Winged Great Peng race is like this itself."

"That's true. If my Golden-Winged Great Peng race wasn't sharp-tongued, how could we feed on the black Jiao race?"

Herta and the others watching from the fourth floor immediately cheered in low voices.

"I didn't expect these cultivators to engage in verbal sparring too."

"Uh... well, Mr. Otto, Mr. Walter, I'm not talking about you."

804. Fu Xuan: The fox race in the cultivation world is better looking than the Xianzhou's!

Otto smiled and said softly:

"It's not just verbal sparring. These two have been engaged in a battle of heaven and man since the first sentence. In the words of cultivators, their divine senses have already clashed into a ball."

Himeko was stunned for a moment.

"Divine sense? Didn't you say they can't fight?"

"Divine sense clash is not a fight."

Old Yang shook his head.

"Divine sense, you can think of it as the extension of a cultivator's soul. Compared to a real fight, the movement is very, very small."

"But wouldn't that make it even more dangerous?"

Ruan Mei couldn't help but ask.

Otto nodded slightly.

"That's true, but for this kind of thing, it's better to turn a blind eye. The blood feud between the two races has lasted for countless years. Now that they have a truce, it's the Sect Master's intention, and they dare not defy it."

"But, once hatred is stained, it cannot fade. The Sect Master doesn't want to force it."

"As long as the movement isn't big and no one dies, we turn a blind eye. As for the divine sense clash, it's extremely dangerous. If one is not careful, the root of the soul will be damaged."

"This is a personal skill."

Hearing this, Herta and the others clicked their tongues in wonder.

They lamented in their hearts that the grievances of the cultivation world are so dangerous.

However, at this time, the two below were no longer speaking.

A repressive atmosphere permeated the air, and the surging divine sense was forcibly suppressed between the two boxes.

At this time, if someone opened their divine sense to take a look, they would see divine sense waves like a stormy sea constantly colliding with each other.

These two, although not as good as their eldest brothers who joined Shushan, are also top-notch geniuses, cultivated by their tribes at a great cost.

In the best viewing spot on the fourth floor, Herta and the others had already seen dense cold sweat seeping out of their faces, and their bodies were swaying.

Before long, a violent explosion suddenly erupted. In an instant, a deadly sense of crisis emerged from the souls of Herta and the others.

The two boxes on the third floor instantly shattered, and Ao Ling and Jin Min were still hovering in the air.

"That's enough."

Suddenly, Lingyuan's voice drifted out, and a more powerful divine sense surged in, barbarically collecting the aftermath of the collision of their divine senses.

Ao Ling and Jin Min didn't dare to continue fighting and quickly landed and bowed.

"Junior knows their mistake."

Lingyuan glanced at them, and considering that no lives were lost, he said calmly:

"The loss costs for the two boxes will be collected from your tribes later."

"Yes."

They didn't care about this little money, as they were wealthy. It was just a pity that Lingyuan acted too quickly, and they couldn't determine the winner.

The two looked at each other coldly, went back to the third floor, found two other boxes, and didn't talk to each other anymore.

At this time, Herta and the others breathed a sigh of relief as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"The divine sense duel of cultivators is really dangerous. The aftermath almost cost us our lives."

Fu Xuan patted her chest with some trepidation.

"Don't worry, the fourth floor is a box exclusively for Shushan disciples, and many array formations have been set up. Even if someone in the Refining Qi into Spirit stage makes a move directly, it's very difficult to break through."

Old Yang comforted them with a smile.

Herta and the others didn't commit.

"Oh my, it's really lively. What happened? Did this little girl miss a good show?"

Suddenly, a charming voice came from outside the door.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and several heart-stirring figures walked in, swaying their waists.

The leader had three tails on her back, and those behind her had six.

Besides that, the most amazing thing was the faces that were different but each graceful and stunning.

The leading woman held a folding fan, covering half of her face, and the eyes exposed to people were smiling like a crescent moon.

But even this half of her face was enough to show how stunning she was.

But such a beauty, no one present dared to observe carefully, and even Ao Ling and the other, who were high above just now, moved their eyes away and closed them to adjust their breath.

The woman walked to the field step by step, and seeing Lingyuan, she didn't show the same respect as others.

She just bowed slightly with a smile.

"Little girl Taoyao, greets Deacon Lingyuan."

What surprised Herta and the others was that Lingyuan, who had always been expressionless, showed a smile at this time, and there was even a bit of flattery in the smile.

"Miss Taoyao, no need for formalities. Please take your seat. The auction is about to start. If you see anything you like, please..."

Regarding this, everyone was not surprised. Instead, Fu Xuan said in a daze:

"This... what is the demeanor of this Deacon Lingyuan just now? What is the background of this Miss Taoyao?" ===== CHAPTER 950 =====