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Just as the auctioneer was about to knock the hammer down, he suddenly felt a chilling cold. A sense of danger welled up in him, causing his back to shiver and his body to tremble.1

The auctioneer hastily raised his head to look at the source of the danger and saw the auctioneer staring at him with a pair of glowing eyes. At the same time, he pulled out a shiny machete.

Seeing this, the auctioneer could not help but shiver. He had no doubt that if his auction hammer really did fall on the auction table, then the auctioneer would definitely pickle him. After all, it prevented him from earning another 5 million gold coins.

Heavens, the earth, aren't you being too cruel to me! Finally, the auctioneer wailed in his heart. He raised his "scarred" hand without any hesitation and pressed it onto the auction table.

"Bam!" The crowd couldn't help but wink and take a deep breath. At the same time, they raised their thumbs up in their hearts and said, "This auctioneer is really a werewolf; he is even more ruthless than that."

With the fall of the hammer, the auctioneer could no longer smile. He grimaced, clenched his teeth, and his head was covered in sweat. Is there anyone else who would like to bid? If you want to get out, then hurry up and get out … "Otherwise, I will ask again …"

After the auctioneer finished speaking, the entire auction place was silent. The reason for the silence was because no one dared to call out a price, and the second reason was because they were shocked silly by the 10 million bid. Wasn't this a piece of scrap metal?

However, the two people in room number 5 were not stunned, when they heard the voice of the person who called out the bid, they felt a little familiar, the two of them were slightly stunned, and then, with a swoosh, Deacon Mo stood up from his seat, his eyes opened wide as he exclaimed: "Old Fur?!"

Deacon Mo, his real name is Mo Yuanzhi, and he was appointed as the administrator of the Black Fiend School. Hearing Enforcer Mo's exclamation, Yu Cheng's face changed as he hurriedly asked, "Old Fur Monster? Mao Mingqun of the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion? "

"That's right, the voice that just spoke was his. Even if he were to turn into ashes, I would be able to recognize him." Mo Yuanzi frowned and said, "Why is he here? Could it be that he also came for the metal piece?"

If this person was really Mao Mingqun of the Heaven's Spirit Pavilion, then his appearance here was most likely for the same reason as him, and also for the sake of the metal piece. If that was the case, things would not be so easy.

The Heavenly Spirit Pavilion and the Black Fiend School could be said to be the nemesis of the world. The two of them had fought secretly for hundreds of years, and their grudges were deep. This could not be considered a secret in the entire Spirit Realm.

It was impossible to trace the origins of the enmity between the two. However, the only thing that could be confirmed was that the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion and the Black Fiend School were definitely enemies, enemies that could never be separated from each other.

If the people from both sides of the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion and the Black Fiend School were to meet, in an informal setting, there would be no superfluous words.

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