: Feng Hong Bloodline
Who is this guy! ?
How dare he stand up and block the way at such a moment, and even said that he did not agree to give the **** pattern leaf to the great master of the holy pattern clan! ?
Hong Yaozu, the representative of Chilan Sect, and the deacon of Tianfuxing who even photographed the god-patterned leaf have all agreed. Does he still need his consent? Which green onion is he? !
The whole venue was silent, countless eyes focused on Fang Yu, with different expressions.
But all the cultivators present know that no matter who this guy is...Today is going to be bad luck!
Dare to say no in front of the Saint Mark Clan?
The entire Tiansha clan, even the Palace Master of Tiansha Palace, is not qualified!
At this moment, Zhixi, who knelt on one knee, looked at Fang Yu, his face paled, and her beautiful eyes were full of shock.
She didn't expect that Fang Yu would stand out at such a moment.
On the stage, He Xuan was equally shocked.
Although Fang Yu had changed his face, he knew that this was Fang Yu.
The three **** pattern leaves were all sold by Fang Yu, who originally had to earn more than 100 million original coins... Now they are given away in vain, of course they are not reconciled!
If you change it to be and hang, you may have to vomit blood with anger.
But the problem is, the other party is the venerable of the Saint Rune clan!
Faced with this kind of existence, no matter how unwilling to be, no matter how angry...you have to endure it.
Otherwise, it will inevitably be a heavier encounter and a heavier price.
"It's not calm..." He Xuan sighed inwardly.
In other places in the venue, Fang Shan, representatives of Chilan Sect, representatives of Sanyemen, and Hong Yaozu, etc., were silently watching Fang Yu's every move.
"You, what are you doing!? Who are you?!" The chief deacon was caught by Fang Yu's arm, his face changed a lot, and he shouted in panic.
"I said, I didn't agree to give the **** pattern leaf to that guy." Fang Yu looked at the holy pattern monk with his hands on his back, and said lightly.
Speaking this sentence again, the shock of the many monks in the venue was even worse.
This guy... really doesn't want to live anymore! ?
What is he doing?
"The gift of the **** pattern leaf to the Great Lord requires your consent?! Who are you!?" The chief deacon looked ugly, glanced at the motionless monk of the holy pattern clan behind with fear, and said to Fang Yu in front of him.
"Who am I? Oh, sorry." Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly, his face immediately changed, revealing his original appearance.
Afterwards, he looked at the chief deacon in front of him and said, "I am the seller of these three **** pattern leaves. Now you are holding my **** pattern leaves and offering Buddha with flowers... Do you think I should come out and stop?"
At this time, Fang Yu's eyes were already a little cold.
He grabbed the hand of the chief deacon and pressed harder.
The chief deacon felt a sharp pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He looked at Hexuan on the stage.
"The chief deacon, he is indeed the seller of Shen Wenye..."
At this moment, Hexuan on the stage took a deep breath and said.
As soon as he said this, the face of the cultivator present changed again, and his eyes immediately changed when he looked at Fang Yu.
It turns out that this is the seller who sells three divine pattern leaves!
The representatives of various forces who came to participate in this auction today actually wanted to know who the seller of the Shen Wenye was.
However, Tianfuxing has always kept the seller's identity confidential, and they have no way of knowing it.
But now, in this unexpected situation, the seller actually showed up!
It turned out to be such an ordinary monk!
How did he get so many **** pattern leaves! ?
The expressions of the many monks present were shocked.
At this moment, at the rear of the venue, a group of disabled members wearing black clothes and threaded marks on their foreheads changed their eyes.
They recognized it!
This is the human race that killed the two members of them in that forest area and took away Shen Wenye!
This human race actually sold three **** pattern leaves at once!
He actually got so many **** pattern leaves in that forest area!
"Venerable..." The seven subordinates looked at the leader together.
"Wait, let's see what will happen next..." The leader of the remnant organization had cold eyes, shook his head, and transmitted the voice.
"The seller...what about the seller!? This is the Great Sovereign of the Saint Mark Clan, are you..." In front of the stage, the deacon's face was pale and he stared at Fang Yu, his eyes were more incomprehensible besides anger.
He didn't understand why Fang Yu came out to stop him at such a moment!
There was also a dark gold mark on Fang Yu's forehead, indicating that he was also a monk from the Tiansha clan!
Since everyone is a cultivator of the Heavenly Fiend clan, why should he come out to embarrass him at this moment? !
Didn't Fang Yu know how severe the consequences would be if confronting these venerables in the Saint Mark clan? !
They couldn't resist any monk of the Saint Mark tribe at all!
As long as the opponent uses the bloodline to suppress it, any monk in the affiliated tribe of the Tiansha tribe can be killed instantly!
"This time the loss will be borne by our Tianfuxing. We will refund you the compensation according to the starting price. Don't stop me, otherwise...you and I will both be in trouble!" Transmission Road.
"Originally I could make more than one billion, but now you tell me to compensate me 15 million, how can I accept it?" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said.
"You...you are really looking for death!" The chief deacon couldn't help it anymore, pointing at Fang Yu and cursing!
Facing the pressure of the Saint Marks~www.readwn.com~ he has no choice!
Whatever the holy priest wants, he has to hand it in unconditionally!
In this incident, Tianfuxing was also a victim!
They could have earned a share of more than 10 million original coins, but now they have to hand over 15 million original coins... They are also very painful!
But facing the venerable of the Saint Mark tribe, they have nothing to do!
All the rules of the Tiansha clan are used to restrict the Tiansha clan itself.
These rules can't restrain the holy pattern tribe venerable higher than them!
"You..." The chief deacon wanted to say something.
"enough."
At this time, the venerable Saint Mark tribe behind him spoke, his tone full of impatientness.
He looked at Fang Yu, with a pair of sword eyebrows on his handsome face.
"The Great Master doesn't care..." the chief deacon said flatly.
"roll."
This sacred monk clan spit out a word and walked slowly towards Fang Yu.
Seeing this scene, the chief deacon immediately took a few steps back.
He looked at Fang Yu and shook his head.
It's no wonder that Fang Yu is seeking his own death.
"Da, da, da..."
Venerable Saint Rune came slowly in front of Fang Yu and stood at a distance of less than half a meter.
He was taller than Fang Yu, so his eyes looked condescending when he looked at Fang Yu.
His clothes, necklaces, and the round medal inlaid with gems on his chest are all shining brightly, symbolizing his extremely noble status.
"I am Feng Wei, born in the bloodline of Fenghong of the Saint Rune tribe." The venerable Saint Rune tribe said indifferently, "You should be from the Tiansha clan, whose name is your name?"
"My name is Fang Yu." Fang said calmly.
"Fang Yu..." Feng Wei looked at Fang Yu, nodded lightly, then squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you the seller of Shenwenye?"
"Yes." Fang Yu replied.
