Chapter 288 Death to Those Who Rebel Against Me

"This real Ye is a joke!"

After the man finished speaking, the people in the auction house curled their lips in disapproval, not paying attention to Ye Tian at all: "This real Ye, who jumped out of a crack in a rock, can't his head get flooded? Isn't it a good idea to do this?" Courting death!"

Someone sighed deeply: "That's right, the hegemon of a mere aristocratic family dares to compete with the members of the sect here, alas!"

"This real Ye really doesn't know how to write the word dead!"

After everyone laughed, they all shouted disdainfully. All the people present were members of the sect. Each sect led many families, big and small, and there was a huge gap between the upper and lower classes. For example, if the power of the aristocratic family belongs to the bronze level, then the sect is at the silver level, and the strength of the seven sects is almost equivalent to the existence of the gold level.

Therefore, how can a mere overlord of an aristocratic family be qualified to be compared with their sect? Everyone regards it as a joke and ridicules it. In the end, they have no interest in this arrogant and ignorant "bronze" figure, and start chatting about other topics .

Someone glanced at them, and said mysteriously: "This time Canglong and Lin Tianzun..." When he said this, his expression became a little strange: "Which side do you choose?"

His words made the people around them hold their breath, and they fell silent for a while. Obviously, this issue is still relatively sensitive.

Suddenly someone's voice roared, and the voice sounded like a grumpy temper: "There is nothing to say, who else can choose Lin Tianzun this time?"

"Don't you still want to be squeezed by the blue dragon like a dog?"

His voice was loud, exhaling and roaring, which reverberated throughout the auction hall and reached everyone's ears.

There were also quite a few people who disagreed with his statement, but they said in a hesitant voice: "Pressing? It's not as serious as you said, is it?"

But his voice was instantly drowned in the surging tide, and everyone became excited.

"It's time for the people of Canglong to suffer a bit."

"Yes, I've been self righteous all day, my eyes have grown to the top of my head, don't teach me a lesson, I really think our sect is vegetarian!"

Since the founding of Huaguo, Canglong has been restraining and balancing the major sects for decades, keeping them unable to raise their heads and being submissive. The major sects have been suppressed for a long time, and they have accumulated a backlog of anger and humiliation. In their view, this conference that shook the entire martial arts world on the island was a unique opportunity to "raise their eyebrows and elate".

"This is an excellent opportunity. With the opportunity of Lin Tianzun coming to the mainland, we may turn around."

The crowd immediately buzzed and discussed, in fact, they had already made up their minds, and now they are just fueling the flames. For a while, they felt that they were fighting against each other, and some extreme people directly said: "Hey, on this remote island, there are forests. Tianzun suppresses Canglong, even if we take Canglong..." He said, making a gesture of wiping his neck.

Some people shook their heads, but most of them stared excitedly. After all, they are also decisive figures. They were obviously a little moved by such thoughts, but at this time, someone in the hall called out: "Lin Tianzun and people from the seven sects have arrived!"

More than 2,000 people in the auction house all stood up at the same time. For a moment, needles could be heard in the venue, and everyone stared at the bronze-colored gate.

A group of more than ten people walked in, but the leader was Lin Yingnan, who was slightly thin. More than two thousand people bowed together, saluted respectfully, and shouted like a pilgrimage: "Lin Tianzun!"

The corner of Lin Yingnan's mouth twitched, a smile that was not a smile, and walked straight to the second floor without saying a word, but he didn't pay attention to everyone at all.

It was only then that everyone realized that there were only four sects following him, or four and a half sects were more appropriate, because there was Zhenren Luo among them, and those who accompanied Lin Yingnan were all sect masters and elders. He is a well-known and grand figure among the various sects.

Among these sects, only the Twelve Witches in Southern Sichuan, Bagua Sect and Qingcheng Jiuhua Sect are missing.

Seeing Lin Yingnan walk into the box and take their seats, the group of people dared to stand up. Seeing that most of the seven sects had already stood beside Lin Yingnan, everyone was silently speechless.

At this time, Lin Yingnan in the box was sitting alone on the red sandalwood hollow cloud dragon chair, with a steady gaze, like an ancient emperor in a TV series, and asked softly, "Does Ba Shengjie still disagree to join?"

He frowned slightly, and as soon as he sat down, he asked about Ba Shengjie, obviously taking it very seriously.

More than a dozen people who could shake Hua Guo by stomping their feet bowed slightly at this moment, facing Lin Yingnan like a servant, and Yin Yuda, the leader of the Seven Colors League, immediately stepped forward and said: "He still hasn't agreed."

"And... I heard that this Ba Shengjie actually had contact with the Qingcheng Jiuhua Sect today. The two sects talked in detail for the whole afternoon, and I don't know what they came up with!"

Lin Yingnan's complexion changed slightly, and he cursed: "You bastard who doesn't know what's good or bad, you really think of yourself as a saint." But immediately he laughed disapprovingly, and his face was full of contempt: "I want them to understand that those who follow me will prosper. Those who oppose me will perish!"

The private room was suddenly in a state of desolation. Most of the people present were from the heavenly realm. They had never seen such a big scene. Hearing these words, he felt as if his whole body had been immersed in an ice cellar, and everyone shuddered.

At this time, there was a noisy sound from downstairs, and more than two hundred people came in at the door, really majestic.

This team was headed by two people, one of them was the leader of Qingcheng Jiuhua Sect - Yang Qisheng, and the other was an ancient and rare old man in a black Tang suit. But seeing that his beard and hair are like silver, his temples are like white snow, his snow-white beard hangs down to his chest, it seems that his hair and beard are all emitting a hazy white awn. Although he is quite old, he is hale and hearty, his majestic Chinese character face is flushed, and there are hardly any wrinkles. Ba St. Jay.

After seeing the old man, everyone stood up together again, bowed to him and said, "Hello, Witch Master Ba!"

This time everyone bowed, but it was different from before. Before, they were more afraid of Lin Yingnan than respectful, but this time they were full of respect, admiring and respecting the old man from the bottom of their hearts.

Ba Shengjie greeted him with a smile, he was very kind, and led more than a hundred disciples and walked forward for more than ten meters, and then separated from Yang Qisheng on the left and right, and stood on both sides of him, assuming a welcoming attitude.

After everyone saw it, they buzzed and discussed again, their words were inconceivable.

"It seems that Ba Wuzhu is really going to welcome someone, this is not a rumor."

Someone even exclaimed in a low voice: "You see, Ba Wuzhu brought more than a hundred people, isn't this too formal?"

"Who on earth can make Lord Ba Wu so grand!"

Amidst the discussion, more than ten people walked in from the door. Everyone was shocked when they saw it, with different and complicated expressions, because one of them was Canglong Jin Ziping, but when they saw the other person, they were all surprised He let out a cry, frowned, and someone even shouted, "Master Ye!"