Chapter 1338 The Gao Clan
If the auction has changed the final auction item and announced the news, it will not be given priority. However, it has not been changed yet. If the price is right, it can be purchased in-app.
"Brother Xiao Yun, this can be given priority, but the origin of this saint is entrusted by others to be auctioned, so it must be at a suitable price."
Qin Hu said: "If the auctioneer doesn't agree, we won't be able to sell it."
"Uncle Hu, don't worry. If it doesn't work, then don't force it." Xiao Yun nodded.
After all, things belong to others, and it is their business how they want to sell them. If the other party is not willing, Xiao Yun will naturally not force it.
"What are the auctioneer's conditions for selling?" Qin Hu asked the auctioneer.
"The auctioneer requires the protection of the top forces and ensures that his lineage can be preserved and protected for at least a thousand years," the auctioneer said.
"Protect for a thousand years, that's all?" Qin Hu frowned slightly.
"These are the auctioneer's exact words." The auctioneer nodded.
"Brother Xiao Yun, how about this? I'll go talk to him first. If he's willing, you can talk to him head-on later, how about that?" Qin Hu said.
"Excuse me, Uncle Amber." Xiao Yun said quickly.
"You don't have to be so polite." Qin Hu turned around and left with the auctioneer.
Xiao Yun and others sat there and waited, while Xie Dao sat cross-legged, feeling the blood surging in his body.
Although Xie Dao has inspired the ancient Yin and Yang bloodline, he is very rough with his own bloodline, and he only exerted 60% of his power.
At this time, the blood power in Xie Dao's body surged for a while, and then returned to its original state.
"Isn't it still possible?" Xiao Yun asked.
"no……"
Xie Dao shook his head helplessly, "Without the guidance of inheritance, my bloodline power cannot be completely released, and there is a deeper bloodline power in my body. If it can be guided out, it will definitely be able to exert unparalleled power..."
Xiao Yun naturally knew how terrifying the ancient Yin-Yang bloodline of the Evil Sword was. You must know that the Evil Sword was only at the Holy Realm. He had previously reversed the ancient Yin-Yang bloodline and stimulated a little potential power, and blocked one of the Holy Lord's attacks. hit.
Although it has the heaven-defying ancient Yin-Yang bloodline, the evil sword has no inheritance and cannot release the true power of this ancient Yin-Yang bloodline.
If the inheritance can be found, then Evil Sword will not just transform, but his strength will reach an unimaginable level.
After all, someone who reverses his bloodline in the Supreme Saint Realm and can withstand a blow from the Holy Lord shows how terrifying the power of his bloodline is.
"Don't worry, we will go to Mengtian Battle Academy in a while." Xiao Yun said to Xie Dao. He knew why Xie Dao wanted to inherit and have stronger power, because Xie Dao wanted revenge.
His relatives and all his clansmen were all killed. In such a blood feud, the evil sword would naturally not let his enemy go. He would kill the enemy with his own hands and hold the other person's head to pay homage to his relatives and clansmen.
Become stronger!
The only way is to keep getting stronger.
This is why Xie Dao has always wanted to find his own inheritance. Only with inheritance can he inspire stronger bloodline power.
"I hope I can find my bloodline inheritance in Mengtian Battle Academy..." Xie Dao looked forward to it.
"Yes, if you need anything, Lao Immortal and I will help you." Xiao Yun patted Xie Dao on the shoulder.
"Okay." Xie Dao nodded.
Although they are not real brothers, the two have experienced a lot together and are already better than real brothers.
Long Yuyan on the side looked at Xiao Yun and Xie Dao with envy. She could see that the relationship between Xiao Yun and Xie Dao was extremely pure, without any interests involved.
Looking at the two of them, Long Yuyan couldn't help but think of herself, and felt lonely in her heart. She had never had anyone trustworthy in her entire life...
At this time, Qin Hu came back, his face looked very ugly.
"Uncle Hu." Xiao Yun stood up to greet him. He noticed the anger in Qin Hu's eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Did the conversation not end?"
"It's true that we didn't talk about it. That guy was too arrogant." Qin Hu sighed.
"Arrogant?" Xiao Yun looked puzzled.
"I talked to him and said that you wanted to talk to him about the origin of the Holy Lord. I didn't force him if he didn't want to. But what did he say? He said that I, the Dark City Auction Company, was trying to embezzle his Holy Lord's origin. He also said We don't know where we found a so-called saint to harm him..." Qin Hu turned blue with anger. Junqu Pavilion
Xiao Yun could tell that what Qin Hu said was not the original words. It was obvious that what the other party said was even more unpleasant. It was just that Qin Hu couldn't say it out loud, so he was so angry.
"Forget it if the other party doesn't want to." Xiao Yun said nonchalantly. Anyway, if you can get the source of the Holy Lord, forget it.
"He doesn't want to, and we won't force him, but that guy really went too far... Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about him." After Qin Hu said this, he didn't continue, for fear that if he continued, he would Getting more and more angry.
"Brother Xiao Yun, I'm really sorry that I couldn't help you." Qin Hu apologized.
"Uncle Hu, it's not your fault." Xiao Yun quickly replied.
Because the auction was about to start, Qin Hu could only leave temporarily because he had to take care of some auction matters. Xiao Yun and others were sitting in the room, waiting for the auction to start.
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In the room on the right.
A young man wearing a red-patterned military robe sat carelessly on a jade chair, with the beautiful maids on both sides constantly feeding spiritual fruits into his mouth.
"Young Master, the man in charge just now is from the Dark City. Your tone just now was too rude. It will inevitably offend others..." the purple-robed old man standing behind advised.
"What about the people in the Dark City? They are just a steward, and they are lobbying for that holy clan. The forces of the small Rakshasa region actually want to get involved in the holy roots left by my ancestors." Chi Wen. The young man in military robe spat, his expression extremely arrogant.
In any case, he, Gao Sachs, is also the queen of the Holy Lord. Now that the Gao family is in decline, it will not fall to this point.
I think back then, the Holy Ancestor of the Gao Clan dominated the Six Southern Regions, and even the Sanxiu Tianmeng and Qiangu Palace had to give the Gao Clan some respect.
"I heard that this holy clan has risen recently, and there is also a proud saint." The old slave couldn't help but say.
"So what if there is a Holy Lord Tianjiao? Wasn't my ancestor a Holy Lord Tianjiao before? And he was also the top Earthly Talent." The young man in the scarlet-striped martial robe said with disdain. The top Earthly Talent was almost reaching the sky. Yu Tianjiao's level.
If the Holy Ancestor of the Gao Clan hadn't passed away, how could the Gao Clan have fallen into such a situation?
"It's just a prodigy, even if he becomes a saint, he will be destroyed sooner or later. It is really a dream to try to gain the saintly roots of my Gao family."
The young man in the red-striped martial robe sneered: "With noble backgrounds like us, we should join top forces like the Rogue Cultivator League or the Eternal Palace. As long as they protect our lineage for thousands of years, we can rise again. By then I will definitely become the second ancestor of my Gao family."
"Young Master, we don't know what the future holds. It's best to lower your profile and be more humble..." the old man in purple robe said.
Snapped!
The young man in red-striped military robe slapped the old man in purple robe on the face.
The old man in purple robe did not release his power, so his face was red and swollen from the beating.
"You have to remember one thing. You are just a dog raised by my Gao clan. If my grandfather hadn't given you the chance back then, do you think you would be able to become a quasi-saint today?" Red-striped martial robe The young man looked at the old man in purple robe coldly.
