Chapter 190

Jiufeng Qipai is one of the traditional seven great families in the northern mainland. Apart from lianjintang, wanmuguan, shuiyunzong, Cangyanshan and heishigu, the remaining two schools refer to the Ximen family and Beitang family, which have been established here for a long time.

Over the years, the two aristocratic families have developed rapidly and left the other five schools behind. The two leaders of the seven heroes of Jiufeng are from the Ximen family and the Beitang family. However, according to Wu Chen's introduction, Ximen Chuan is not the most outstanding descendant of the Ximen family. It seems that the Beitang family is not very interested in the sale of the jiuxiao Pavilion, so they didn't send anyone.

Ximen Chuan is dissatisfied with the way Liu zhuoyun proposed. After all, no one is a fool to come here to fight for jiuxiao Pavilion on behalf of their respective forces.

"Liu Pavilion master, we all come here with sincerity. If the Liu family really plans to sell jiuxiao Pavilion, it's better to have an auction. Whose bid will be higher at that time? Whose jiuxiao Pavilion is. It's too cumbersome to decide in this way, isn't it?"

Ximen Chuan is not the kind of erlengzi who doesn't know anything. He speaks tactfully, but he says it's cumbersome, not that the Liu family has too much appetite.

Liu chuyun shook his head and chuckled. The reply from his mouth made Ximen Chuan swallow all his words: "my nephew misunderstood. This time the Liu family sold jiuxiao Pavilion, not to make money, just to find a bosom friend. Jiuxiao Pavilion is for sale, but my Liu family wants to sell it to like-minded people! "

Fart your mother!

Ximenchuan only felt that the fly had been stuck in his throat.

Do you think we are all idiots when we look for confidants and sell to like-minded people? Who would believe your bullshit? If you want to make more money, just say it. Do you want to pay him back!

No matter how confused he was, Ximen Chuan finally managed to squeeze out a smile and sit back in place. The people on the scene can see that Liu zhuoyun has already thought about selling jiuxiao Pavilion in this way. If you want to buy it, you have to take out what the Liu family looks at. The so-called search for confidants is just to tell these people that this place belongs to Laozi. If you want to buy it, follow the rules.

Mo Li is more and more interested in the middle-aged man who seems unruly but smart in theme. Regardless of the positions of the buyer and the seller, Mo Li has to admit that Liu zhuoyun is a character.

After confirming that everyone has no opinions, the next step is the first screening. To put it simply, the people who want to buy will take out the things first, so that the buyers can see your sincerity. It's a bit like a deposit, but it's estimated that the deposit will be in vain for most people.

A table had already been set up on one side of the hall, surrounded by black cloth, and there was a special person waiting inside. Want to enter the next round of buyers today will have to take out the first round of good things to hand in. Liu zhuoyun also asked people to send small pieces of bamboo to everyone present. The purpose is to engrave his name or the power he represents on it and hand it over with things. In this way, Liu zhuoyun doesn't know whose it is when he sees things.

The process is not cumbersome. It is over in less than an hour.

This time Mo Li didn't continue to let Wu Chen stand in front of him. He took a bottle of Zeng yuan Dan and handed it over.

As a matter of fact, it's a gift for Liu zhuoyun.

Zengyuan pill doesn't have a Dan master who knows how to refine in the secular world. It's just the saying that rare things are precious. No matter whether it's OK or not, hand it in. He really can't bear to let Mo Li take out a more valuable treasure.

"Ha ha... I thought wanmuguan wanted to buy jiuxiao Pavilion, but I didn't think it was you, but are you sure you can eat it? This is not a breeze city

Mo Li just returned to his position and sat down. A strange voice came from the opposite side. Looking up, Ouyang Huan is staring at him with a frosty face.

"Ouyang Huan? Are you looking for something? "

Mo Li hasn't said a word yet. We can't see that his younger martial brother has been ridiculed.

"How come the disciples of the dead wood Temple master always ask others to help them out? Do you mean "useless"

The sneer on Ouyang Huan's face is more and more strong, but what he says makes everyone's face change.

Master Kuki's entrance disciple... Mo Li?

A few months ago, WanMu temple had already heard that the master of the temple had accepted the apprentice. Unexpectedly, the boy named Mo Li was in front of them.

Mo Li grabbed Wu Chen, who wanted to make trouble, and slowly got up to Ouyang Huan. He held the armrests on both sides of Ouyang Huan's chair with both hands. His body lowered slowly. His eyes were less than a foot apart. When they arrived, Mo Li said: "whether it's Qingfeng City or Jiufeng City, you or you, I or I, a role like you, I can still beat ten at will. So you don't care whether I can eat or not, you'd better think more about provoking me, and you can't resist fighting yourself! "

Arrogance!

Mo Li's words made all the people present open their mouths and face in disbelief.

Who is Ouyang Huan? He is the son of cangyan mountain headmaster and one of the seven heroes of Jiufeng. Now he is humiliated by Mo Li?

Not to mention these buyers, even Liu zhuoyun, who is above the theme, is staring at the young man in a blue robe without blinking. It seems that he was shocked by the arrogant temperament of the young man, and was stunned on the spot.

Ouyang Huan's face turned into a pigliver color in an instant. He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the face in front of him. Ouyang Huan's chest kept rising and falling. He tried to tell himself to suppress it, but in the end he couldn't hold back his anger.

"Don't leave!"

Ouyang Huan a fury, Teng ran got up and raised his hand to attack the nearby Mo Li.

The fiery fighting spirit reached his chest in a twinkling of an eye. Mo Li raised a touch of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. His body was slightly sideways, and his right palm slowly protruded.

"Ka"

Wuthering's fighting spirit suddenly disappears. Mo Liyun lightly grasps Ouyang Huan's wrist and seems to swallow the fighting spirit in his palm completely.

"Don't think too much of yourself!"

Anyway, it's already provoked, and Mo Li doesn't intend to save Ou Yang Huan's face. Under the turning of his wrist, Ouyang Huan's right arm quickly twisted at the speed visible to the naked eye, and then the scream rang out in the hall.

"Ah --"

The whole arm was twisted like a piece of Mahua, and the pain made Ouyang Huan's face turn pale.

"Bang --"

Mo Li raises his leg and kicks Ouyang Huan's body to one side. A group of people in cangyan mountain react to this. They come forward and surround the young people like the devil in the center.

"Who dares to be presumptuous!"

Wu Chen's heart was full of blood when he looked at the other side. He saw that the other side thought that there were more people and less bullies. The sword came out of its sheath quickly, and there was a tendency to kill people if he didn't agree.

Su ranxue also got up and stepped forward, with silver needles twining and jumping between her hands and wrists, as if she had been given life.

Ouyang Huan stood up with the help of a group of martial brothers. Although he stopped screaming, the cold sweat on his forehead kept pouring down.

"Mo Li, from now on, we will never die!"

The people who dare to fight against him in Jiufeng city haven't appeared for so many years. This time, they just brought a group of people with loose realm to make a magnificent scene. Although there are only three people on the other side, they are not the people from cangyan mountain who can compete. Ouyang Huan knows that it's impossible to find the venue today. He can only put down a cruel word.

Mo Li hears Ouyang Huan's threat, and bursts of red light suddenly appear in his eyes. He feels that a violent emotion is growing in his sea of knowledge.

"Never die?" Mo Li's voice suddenly becomes a little hoarse, and Su ranxue's delicate body trembles. She finds that Mo Li seems to be a different person at this moment, which makes her feel strange.

"Do you believe... I'll kill you now?"

The cold voice reverberated in the hall. Ouyang Huan looked at the red light in the man's eyes, which was cold from beginning to end.

"Two good nephews, you are all my guests today. How about selling some face of Liu just like this?"

Liu Zhuyun's faint voice came from behind. Mo Li's body trembled. The red light in his eyes gradually faded away. Instead, he was confused that he didn't even know.