C787 The Auction Began

Because Soong Chengfeng's aura had erupted, the atmosphere at the scene was on the verge of exploding. Everyone held their breath and looked at the two of them, wanting to know what would happen next.

Soong Chengfeng's aura pressed down on Lee Zhuohua. In his eyes, Lee Zhuohua was the one who was causing trouble, and as the leader of the Ten Directions Pavilion, he had to step forward to suppress the uneasy.

However, Lee Zhuohua was carefully analyzing the difference between the power of faith in Soong Chengfeng's body and that of Jee Yichuan and the others.

Their eyes met, and although they did not make a move, the aura that the two of them had gathered continued to rise.

Lin Yueqing looked at Lee Zhuohua's figure worriedly. She felt that it was because of her that Lee Zhuohua would fight with Soong Chengfeng, which made her feel a little guilty.

Zhan Wuhenn and the people from the Yue family were also staring at Lee Zhuohua and the man. They did not come out to stop the two of them at this time. To a certain extent, they also wanted to see who was superior.

Zhang Hailou carried his son and quietly left. Whether it was Lee Zhuohua or Soong Chengfeng, they were not people he could afford to offend. Right now, his son was not killed, and his cultivation had only been damaged. This was already the best outcome. If he did not leave now, when else?

Zhang Hailou's departure did not attract the attention of the others, because they were all paying attention to the two people in the center.

"Soong Chengfeng? I have no intention of making you an enemy, nor have I any intention of causing trouble here. It is just that my friend has suffered some unfair treatment, and I am only standing up as a friend." Lee Zhuohua suddenly said.

Soong Chengfeng did not think that Lee Zhuohua would say such a thing, which made him raise his eyebrows. Lee Zhuohua's words could be said to be showing weakness, causing him to be unable to release his accumulated aura, which made him feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He stared at Lee Zhuohua as if he wanted to see through him.

When the people beside him heard Lee Zhuohua's words, they were slightly stunned. They thought that Lee Zhuohua would still be as strong as before.

"Humph." After Soong Chengfeng coldly snorted, he no longer looked at Lee Zhuohua, turned around and left.

In the end, no one had expected this result. The atmosphere just now was too oppressive. They thought that a great battle would break out, but in the end, it ended hastily.

Lee Zhuohua was not surprised when he saw Soong Chengfeng withdraw his oppressive aura, turn around and leave.

Because he must have known where he came from, and he really hadn't come to the Ten Directions Palace to cause trouble. No matter what the reason was, the other party wouldn't attack him, just give him a warning like before.

Soong Chengfeng's departure caused the atmosphere here to become lively once again, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"Brother Li." At this time, Zhan Wuhen greeted Lee Zhuohua and walked over.

Lee Zhuohua turned around when he heard the voice and saw that it was Zhan Wuhen and the others.

"I didn't think that after just leaving for a while, you would provoke Soong Chengfeng to come out." Zhan Wuhen shook his head.

"You know him?" Lee Zhuohua's heart moved slightly when he heard Zhan Wuhen's words.

"You can say that. He is one of the few people in the Ownerless Land who can compete with the Small Sword Immortal. He is a genius of the Moonlight Sect." Zhan Wuhen said.

"Is that so?" Lee Zhuohua nodded his head when he heard this, and remembered Song Chengfeng in his heart.

"However, Brother Li is not bad either. Right now, he is standing at the same height as these peerless geniuses." Master Yue interrupted with a smile.

Lee Zhuohua did not deny nor admit it. In his opinion, Soong Chengfeng was indeed a genius on the same level as the Small Sword Immortal.

"That's right, Brother Li, the auction is about to begin. Come with us to take a seat." Zhan Wuhen invited Lee Zhuohua.

"Alright." Li Zhuohua nodded and turned to look at Lin Yueqing.

"Come and find me after the auction." Lee Zhuohua told Lin Yueqing the inn he was staying at and planned to help her.

But when Lin Yueqing heard where Lee Zhuohua was staying, her expression was slightly surprised, but she didn't say anything else. She just nodded and left.

Lee Zhuohua looked at Lin Yueqing's back as she left, and some thoughts appeared in his heart. Perhaps...

After the farce ended, the auction of Ten Directions Pavilion officially began. Everyone sat down and quieted down. Lee Zhuohua and Zhan Wuhen sat in the same private room.

This private room belonged to the Yue Family, because the Yue Family was also a prominent figure in the Gathering Fang City, so it was very easy for them to have a private room here.

"Brother Li, watch carefully. How does the Ten Directions Pavilion auction off the intelligence?" The Master Yue said to Lee Zhuohua with a smile.

Beyond the private room, there was a balcony, and on the opposite side of the balcony, stood a white-haired old man, the auctioneer of the auction.

Below the high platform sat a dense crowd of people. They were all people who had come to attend the auction. To them, all the information that the Ten Directions Pavilion wanted to auction was of utmost importance.

"Guests, today I will host this auction. I believe everyone knows the rules of the Ten Directions Pavilion, so I won't be tired of explaining. Now, the auction officially begins."

The white-haired old man scanned the crowd below with a calm expression. He was obviously experienced in this field and didn't panic at all because of the crowd's aura.

At this moment, a maid came up from below with a brocade bag in her hand. As soon as the maid came up, everyone's eyes burned with passion. However, their eyes were not on the maid, but on the brocade bag in her hand.

Lee Zhuohua, who was in the private room, also noticed the reaction of the people outside. He was very curious as to what kind of information was in the brocade bag in the maid's hand.

"Today's first intelligence report is the whereabouts of the sword forger Ou Yezi. I believe that everyone knows that he is the Sword Saint of my Ownerless Land. The sword that appears in his hand will always be a divine weapon, and even the Thunderclap Sword of the Sword Sect is made by him."

The white-haired old man began to talk about Ou Yezi. In his narration, Lee Zhuohua slowly understood why the first piece of information was about the whereabouts of a swordsmith.

It turned out that the swordsmith was a master level figure, and the swords he forged were all of the highest quality. But recently, the master seemed to have forged the greatest masterpiece of his life, and then he disappeared. No one knew where he went, and no one knew where the swords he forged went.

Therefore, many people wanted to find him and obtain his treasured sword.

"I never thought that the whereabouts of a sword forger would cause such a stir." Lee Zhuohua shook his head. He was not very interested in this, but he continued to read.

"Right now, the starting price is two thousand silver taels. Each increase is one hundred silver taels. There is no limit to the price. Everyone can begin." The white-haired old man said.

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited. Lee Zhuohua looked at the people below curiously, wanting to see how these people would bid for an intelligence.