The old man watched as the crowd gradually grew excited, finally speaking, "Alright, the starting bid for the Crimson Flame Demon Lion is five hundred middle-grade elemental stones. Now, the auction begins."
As the old man's voice fell, the suppressed voices in the auction house erupted. Someone immediately stood up and shouted, "One thousand middle-grade elemental stones."
"One thousand two hundred middle-grade elemental stones."
"I bid one thousand five hundred middle-grade elemental stones."
Many people started to bid one after another, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning. The Crimson Flame Demon Lion couldn't be auctioned off for just one or two thousand middle-grade elemental stones.
Lin Feng also sat calmly in the pavilion. He had underestimated the value of the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, but after seeing the price that Tyrant Blade had fetched, he understood that the price of the Crimson Flame Demon Lion would be even more terrifying.
The girl sitting beside Lin Feng looked at him with interest. Even behind the silver mask, her eyes were still calm.
"Young master, how should I address you in the future?" The girl asked Lin Feng.
"Address me?" Lin Feng's eyes flickered, and he casually replied, "Just call me Young Maple."
"Young Master Maple, my name is Yi Xue." The girl said sweetly. Lin Feng nodded slightly. In just a moment, the price of the Crimson Flame Demon Lion had reached three thousand middle-grade elemental stones. It might soon reach the price that Tyrant Blade had fetched.
Behind Lin Feng, the young man with the surname Meng gave Lin Feng a cold look, his heart filled with disdain.
Standing up, the young man walked to the side of the noble area, leaning on the railing, and said, "Today, this Crimson Flame Demon Lion belongs to my Meng Cong. I kindly ask everyone to give me face and not compete with me. We will be friends in the future. If you insist on competing, you will end up not even as friends. That wouldn't be good."
When Meng Cong's words were heard, the crowd's gaze suddenly became firm. This guy was actually using his power to oppress others. His words were undoubtedly a threat to everyone, asking them to choose whether they wanted to be friends or enemies with him.
Many people stared at Meng Cong, but thinking that he was in the VIP area and that his surname was Meng, they dared not say much.
In the imperial city, there was only one nobleman surnamed Meng!
"Now, I bid three thousand and one middle-grade elemental stones." Meng Cong's mouth curled up in a faint smile as he glanced at Lin Feng. He dared to snatch what he wanted, so he would make sure that Lin Feng couldn't even afford the auction price of Tyrant Blade.
On the high platform, the old man also gave Meng Cong a displeased look. This guy was so unpleasant, which made him very uncomfortable.
"The Crimson Flame Demon Lion belongs to me." Just as Meng Cong was showing a smug look, a domineering voice rang out, "Four thousand middle-grade elemental stones."
"Who said that?" Meng Cong's face turned cold. He didn't expect that just as he was showing a smug look, someone would not give him face, making him embarrassed.
With a cold and domineering tone, the voice rang out again, "I said it."
The cold and domineering voice resounded once more, and then, among the crowd, a figure slowly stood up. This person had golden hair all over his head, and even his gaze flickered with a golden light, appearing extremely bizarre.
Seeing this person, many people's pupils contracted. It was him!
"Mad Lion!" Meng Cong's gaze narrowed, and he squinted.
"What do you want?" The golden-eyed Mad Lion looked towards the VIP area, his tone cold and indifferent, making Meng Cong's eyes stagnate again. His face stiffened as he said, "Hehe, it turns out to be a top disciple of the Beast Gate. Since you want to auction, I'll give you face and won't compete with you."
The Mad Lion turned away, ignoring Meng Cong, making Meng Cong's face even more embarrassed. He had lost all face.
"Puchi!"
A mocking laugh suddenly sounded, particularly harsh in the quiet space. Meng Cong's gaze turned cold, slowly turning to Lin Feng.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at certain people whose words are worse than farts." Lin Feng sneered. Meng Cong had been extremely arrogant just now, telling people not to compete with him. But when he saw the Mad Lion, he immediately retreated, knowing he couldn't win. His grandiose words about being friends were just giving face to others, which was ridiculous.
The Beast Gate was one of the strongest forces in the Snow Moon Country, located in the imperial city, extremely powerful. Although Meng Cong's status was extraordinary, when he saw someone from the Beast Gate, he immediately retreated.
At this moment, Meng Cong's face had reached the extreme of gloominess. Today, he had been humiliated several times by Lin Feng. He had originally wanted to save face by auctioning off the Crimson Flame Demon Lion early and then suppressing the crowd at the auction with his identity. But he didn't expect to make a fool of himself again, encountering the Mad Lion and being insulted by Lin Feng with words. Meng Cong had lost all face today.
But other people didn't have the time to care about his mood. The old man smiled faintly and said on the auction stage, "Four thousand middle-grade elemental stones. Is there a higher bid? The Crimson Flame Demon Lion, a future demon, and even the possibility of becoming a world-destroying demon. By then, the Snow Moon Country will be able to dominate unscrupulously and become the king."
"Four thousand five hundred middle-grade elemental stones." Just as the old man's tempting words fell, someone bid again. Although they knew that the hope of winning against the Mad Lion was slim, they still wanted to try. This was the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, after all.
"Five thousand middle-grade elemental stones." The Mad Lion's face remained expressionless. As long as he had decided on something, he would definitely do it. This was also the reason why Meng Cong withdrew from the competition, because he understood the Mad Lion's character.
"Six thousand middle-grade elemental stones." A black-robed old man gritted his teeth and bid.
"Ten thousand middle-grade elemental stones."
The calm voice of the Mad Lion made the crowd's hearts tremble. Ten thousand middle-grade elemental stones, when spoken by the Mad Lion, he didn't even frown.
"No wonder people say that the Cloud Sea Sect is the weakest among the strongest forces in the Snow Moon Country. It seems that this is true."
Lin Feng sighed inwardly. The Cloud Sea Sect was indeed far behind. This could be seen from the resources alone. The Tianyi Academy, which was not very famous, owned four major spiritual veins, while the Cloud Sea Sect did not. A disciple of the Beast Gate could easily bid ten thousand middle-grade elemental stones, while in the former Cloud Sea Sect, even low-grade elemental stones were very precious and could not
be compared.
"Eleven thousand middle-grade elemental stones." The gray-robed old man's face looked ugly as he squeezed out the words from between his teeth. Now that his strength had reached a bottleneck, he needed to rely on the power of demon beasts.
"Fifteen thousand middle-grade elemental stones." The Mad Lion spoke again, making the crowd tremble. Immediately, they all wore bitter smiles. Indeed, no one could compete with this guy. Fifteen thousand middle-grade elemental stones were something many families couldn't produce, let alone individuals. No one bid again.
In the end, the Crimson Flame Demon Lion was auctioned off by the Mad Lion for fifteen thousand middle-grade elemental stones.
Lin Feng's lips curled up with a faint smile. He was already very satisfied with this price. As for the one hundred middle-grade elemental stones he promised to deduct, no one would care about it. Lin Feng did not expect it to be auctioned off at such a terrifying price.
He thought that it would be good if the Crimson Flame Demon Lion could be auctioned off for three or four thousand middle-grade elemental stones.
Walking to the backstage with Yi Xue, someone walked out from behind the second curtain and handed a pile of middle-grade elemental stones to Lin Feng.
"Here are ten thousand middle-grade elemental stones, what you deserve. You can count them yourself."
The old man said to Lin Feng, who smiled. Ten thousand middle-grade elemental stones were more than he had expected.
Taking the elemental stones, they shimmered, disappearing in an instant. This scene made the old man's expression change, looking at Lin Feng with surprise.
"It seems that I was mistaken."
The old man stared at Lin Feng's silver mask. He deliberately took out so many middle-grade elemental stones to make things difficult for Lin Feng, but he didn't expect Lin Feng to have a storage ring. A storage ring was not something ordinary people could have. Lin Feng was definitely not simple.
Lin Feng's eyes under the mask showed a faint smile, not answering. The old man didn't ask much either, pointing to the Tyrant Blade beside him, "He's yours now, do as you please."
At this moment, the old man was a little curious. The Tyrant Blade was a martial artist with the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, mastering the blade technique. He didn't know how strong Lin Feng was, and whether he could subdue this slave martial artist.
"Come with me." Lin Feng glanced at the Tyrant Blade and said lightly, then lifted his foot and walked out first.
The chains on the Tyrant Blade had all been untied. Without expression on his face, he lifted his foot and followed Lin Feng's steps.
Walking out of the auction house, after a while, Lin Feng's footsteps paused, then he turned around and looked at the Tyrant Blade, who had stopped, his face cold and ruthless.
When a slave martial artist was unshackled and no longer constrained, they would naturally have their own thoughts and would no longer be so obedient. After all, they were human beings!