Chapter 914

“The two are from Taihao Holy Land?”

When Qin Yichen and Feng Qianxue just entered the great palace, a woman dressed as a lady walked up Come, respectfully asked.

Qin Yichen nodded, turn his hands and pull out Divine Jade, which symbolizes Taihao’s discíple identity.

“Two of you, please come with me.”

When I saw Divine Jade, many people around me suddenly became awed, and the maid also bowed and gave a salute.

Although everyone in the Great Holy Land has to pay an entrance fee to enter here, as a discíple of the Three Great Holy Lands, they still have some good privileges, even in the ancient Jade Tower, All have a place.

Under the leadership of the maid, the three people were interested in the channel on one side. Through the corridor, you can clearly see the vast crowd in the great palace, which is very lively.

Before arriving at a partial hall, the maid bowed and gave a salute and then retreated.

Qin Yichen glanced away, and found that there were already many silhouettes sitting in the hall, and many familiar people, including Mu Yanfeng, Li Yuanba and the others.

“Senior Brother Qin.”

When Qin Yichen came in, many Taihao Holy Land discíples in the side hall all stood up and saluted.

“Senior and junior brothers, please sit down.”

Qin Yichen is also nodded with a smile, and is not proud of being promoted to Quasi-Saint.

“Junior Brother Qin, come and sit here.”

Mu Yanfeng also smiled and waved to Qin Yichen.

“Senior Brother Mu.”

Qin Yichen nodded, carrying Feng Qianxue’s little hand, walked to the position next to Mu Yanfeng and sat down.

After a few conversations, Qin Yichen’s gaze swept away from the front.

The up ahead of this partial hall is where the auction stage is located, and beside them, there are five partial halls of this size.

Qin Yichen’s sharp gaze swept across the side halls. Soon, his gaze was concentrated in the side hall on the left front, only in that great palace. There are many silhouettes, and in front of them, a young man wearing an azure robe sits steadily.

This young man has a thin face, but his eyes are fierce, and the faint sense of oppression radiating from his body is even stronger than that of Mu Yanfeng.

“That is the Quasi-Saint of Zhaotian Holy Land…Lin Fengying!”

The voice of Mu Yanfeng also rang in Qin Yichen’s ears.

“Lin Fengying…”

Qin Yichen whispered to himself with a smile at the corner of his mouth. This guy who later became the Holy Land Lord of Zhaotian, actually met in this situation.

What makes Qin Yichen a little surprised is that beside Lin Fengying, he saw a familiar silhouette…… Yuehua Saint Physique, Qiao Yuewei!

As if to perceive Qin Yichen’s gaze, Lin Fengying’s gaze also looked over. Behind him, an elderly man dressed as Elder bowed to him and said a few words, Lin Fengying’s face A strange color flashed on it, shortly facing Qin Yichen nodded.

“This time even Xuanwu Holy Land’s Quasi-Saint son Profound Nether is here.”

Mu Yanfeng was on the side and pointed to another great palace. Said to Qin Yichen.

“Xuanwu Holy Land?”

Qin Yichen’s eyes flashed with surprise, it seems that Ling Tianzhiling’s attractiveness is quite huge, even he is not Knowing this, Xuanwu Holy Land, far beyond the Three Great Holy Lands, received news, and the Quasi-Saint was dispatched.

As Qin Yichen was looking at the Profound Nether grid, there was a sudden commotion behind one side.

Aware of this motive, Qin Yichen also turned his head a little curiously. Shortly, he saw several silhouettes appear in his sight under the leadership of several beautiful maids.

Among those silhouettes, what is particularly eye-catching is the white robed youth at the center of them.

The man’s eyes are like the sun, and there is a sense of oppression that makes people hard to breathe while walking. This person is the Holy Son of the rays of light Holy Land…Chen maple!

“That is the Holy Son of rays of light Holy Land……Chen Feng.”

The face of Mu Yanfeng on the side condensed, and suddenly he said: “You have to be careful of this person , If you meet in the future, you can hide and hide, try not to conflict with it.”

“The name of that guy’s Holy Son was killed!”

Listen to Mu Yan Feng’s solemn words, Qin Yichen’s eyes narrowed slightly, nodded.

Under the guidance of the maid, the entire group of rays of light Holy Land walked to the temple next to the side hall of Holy Land in Taihao. However, after the maid retired, they did not intend to enter it.

“This is the brat who defeated Ling Tuya’s rubbish?”

Suddenly, a faint voice, resounded, appeared in Taihao in a white clothed Chen Feng Before the side hall of Holy Land.

At the moment he appeared, a great pressure poured out, covering the entire Palace of Taihao Holy Land. Under this pressure, everyone suddenly felt like carrying a Like a mountain, even breathing has become extremely difficult.

The entire auction house, which was originally lively and extraordinary, seemed to have become much quieter because of this pressure. One after another looked at it in horror.

When they saw the white silhouette, countless people pupils shrink and looked back angrily. There are also some bold people who looked towards the people in the side hall of Holy Land in Taihao with a playful smile.

The contradiction between rays of light Holy Land and Taihao Holy Land is no secret. Although Taihao Holy Land is very popular during this period, if it is compared with rays of light Holy Land , There is still a big gap!

“Sovereign Realm Middle Stage, it’s so weak, I don’t know how stupid the waste is, it was actually killed by a brat with a milky smell.”

Chen Feng’s eyes are like torches, as if it were intentional and general, that kind of aura turned out to be suppressed against Qin Yichen.

“hmph! ”

Mu Yanfeng complexion turned cold, coldly snorted, and the powerful aura swept out, offsetting the terrifying pressure. At this time, many too The discíple of Hao Holy Land was able to breathe.

Their eyes stared at the white silhouette with horror. Under the pressure just now, this white silhouette, like a white killer god, shocked their minds.

“It is ridiculous that a demon who slaughtered his own family by inheritance could become the Holy Son of Holy Land!”

Just as Mu Yanfeng was about to speak, Beside him, Qin Yichen’s voice suddenly spread.

“Who is that…that brat? How dare to speak to Chen Holy Son like this!”

“Is it possible that that brat is too holy and prestigious during this period of time. Wushuang, have you lost your mind?”

Qin Yichen’s voice was not at all covered, and even a trace of True Origin was in it. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the entire auction field.

The name of Chen Feng, within the realm of Holy Land, is known to everyone. People who dare to talk to him like this are rare in the entire Holy Land area!