Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng found that there were a lot of people in the auction house this time, and many of them had bulging waists, obviously carrying weapons, and many of them made eye contact from time to time, as if they were brewing something.

There is an undercurrent.

When the auction was about to begin, there was a sudden noise at the door of the auction hall, and then a large group of people poured in. They were all wearing clothes as red as blood with black skulls embroidered on them. They looked ferocious and terrifying. Moreover, all of them wore skull masks and did not show their true colors.

They were very domineering. After arriving in the hall, they occupied a certain corner and then drove all the guests there to other places.

They acted so domineeringly, but no one dared to resist.

Chen Feng heard someone whispering: "The people from Skull Valley are here too. They are not easy to deal with. They are killing people like crazy. Let's see how exciting it is this time."

"Yes, last time it was their third master who came to Skull Valley. I don't know who it is this time. Is the first master personally leading the team?"

"Probably not, I didn't feel such a strong aura."

Chen Feng nodded. He still remembered clearly the last time Skull Valley intervened in the conflict between Xue Shan, the lord of Changhe City, and the eldest son Bai of Baiyang Town.

I don’t know why Skull Valley came here this time. Could it be that it was also for the two Mirror-Breaking Pills?

Soon, the auction begins.

Obviously, many customers were worried. The auction was a bit dull. Even the auctioneer was listless, as if waiting for the last item to appear.

Another lot was brought to the stage. After taking a look at it, the auctioneer became excited and shouted loudly: "The twenty-first lot today is a 500-year-old ghost-faced blood ginseng."

As he spoke, he lifted up the black cloth covering the lot.

Chen Feng took a closer look and saw that the ghost-faced blood ginseng was about the size of a child's arm. A ghost-faced skull pattern was formed on the surface of the body, and the ghost-faced face was still changing its shape and position. It's as if there really is a ghost living inside this blood ginseng. And the most peculiar thing is that this ghost-faced blood ginseng is constantly struggling and seems to have its own soul. Moreover, with every struggle, there were bursts of sharp screams like ghost cries.

"Ghost-faced Blood Ginseng, what the hell is this?"

Chen Feng heard someone talking quietly below.

He didn't know what it was, but Ying Ziyue in Chen Feng's arms suddenly became excited. Although she deliberately lowered her voice, Chen Feng could still hear that her voice was trembling with excitement.

"Chen Feng, you must buy this ghost-faced blood ginseng. This thing can nourish the soul and is of great benefit to a spirit like me. With a few more medicinal materials like this, maybe I can temporarily condense the spirit." Body."

Chen Feng felt excited and nodded firmly: "Don't worry, Ziyue, I will get this thing no matter what."

The auctioneer shouted loudly: "A five-hundred-year-old ghost-faced blood ginseng. The starting price is five hundred yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones."

As a result, after he finished shouting, the auction hall was completely silent and no one bid at all. The auctioneer was very embarrassed and encouraged him very hard.

As a result, the auction hall was still quiet. No one knew about the special effects of ghost-faced blood ginseng, except Ying Ziyue.

Someone laughed loudly and said, "Come on, I don't think anyone has bought this thing. You'd better announce that it has been rejected and don't waste our time."

Chen Feng didn't bid at the beginning because he was afraid that someone would deliberately raise the price. Therefore, he deliberately held out for a while. When he saw that no one bid, he said in a lazy voice and with a very reluctant look: "Six hundred yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones, I bought the things." Xie has some friendship, if the auction fails, how embarrassing will it be for him?"

As if the auctioneer had found a treasure, he quickly said loudly: "Six hundred pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, six hundred pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, is there any increase in price?"

No one spoke below, and the auctioneer also wanted to end the embarrassing situation quickly and move on to the next lot as soon as possible, so the hammer began to fall.

"Six hundred mid-grade spiritual stones once, six hundred mid-grade spiritual stones twice..."

Just when he was about to say that the deal was done, just when Chen Feng thought that the ghost-faced blood ginseng was in his pocket and was so excited, suddenly, a voice sounded among the people in the Skeleton Valley: "Seven hundred yuan for medium-grade ginseng." Spiritual stone.”

The speaker sounded like a young man. He was also wearing a red robe and a skull mask on his face, but his skull mask was all very fancy.

Someone next to him asked in a low voice: "Master, why did you buy this thing? Do you know what it is used for?"

The young man laughed and said: "I don't know what use it is, I just don't want others to take advantage of it."

After that, he laughed jokingly.

Chen Feng's eyes became cold and stern, he glanced at him coldly, and said lightly: "Eight hundred pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones."

He is determined to get the ghost-faced and bloody ginseng.