The morning glow rises and all things come to life.

The auction will take place as scheduled.

In the center of the imperial capital, a magnificent building rose from the ground, its luxury and beauty comparable to that of an imperial palace.

It is hard to imagine that such a magnificent building was built in just one day.

The methods used by Tiandao Mansion are astonishing.

Before the event even started, the area was already filled with the aura of practitioners.

On the contrary, there was not a single mortal present within a radius of dozens of miles.

It seemed as if they were expelled or for other reasons, in short, there were no ordinary people to be seen.

No one cares about those mortals who are not even as good as ants. They only care about whether they can get the treasure they desire in the next auction.

According to rough statistics, there were 60,000 practitioners present.

This is an extremely terrifying number.

Most of them came here for the name of "Yin Yang Taoism".

This physique is so special that it has an almost fatal attraction to male practitioners.

It is said that if one can practice dual cultivation with it once, one can be reborn and greatly improve one's understanding and qualifications.

This is a reward that no practitioner can resist.

For this reason, even though the hope is slim, there are still dull-witted practitioners who come here to fight for a future.

It’s a pity that they are destined to become leeks harvested by others.

"So many people, hahahaha... God is helping me. From now on, I will have a place at the top of the world!"

At the highest level of the auction, Zhao Wutan looked down, trembling with excitement.

Before long, these people will become his food, paving a shortcut for him to the highest road.

"Then I congratulate you in advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, three demonic shadows appeared behind him.

They are Commander Tunlan, Demon Marshal Tunyuan and Demon Lord Tuntian.

"Finally, we are here. This time we each get what we need. I get the origin, and you get the dragon vein."

Zhao Wutan turned his back to the three people and spoke calmly.

"That's how it should be."

The Devouring Demon Marshal nodded and said.

Among those present, his strength was equal to Zhao Wutian's, so he was just the right person to reply.

Zhao Wutan is not yet qualified to have a direct conversation with Demon Lord Tuntian.

"Has the Demon King arrived? Without a strong man of this level to control the situation, I'm worried that something unexpected will happen."

After these words were spoken, the three demons fell silent.

"Why don't you answer? You are not going to take my words seriously!"

Zhao Wutan was angry. He turned around suddenly and looked at the three people behind him with sharp eyes.

"How is that possible? The Demon King is already prepared."

The one who spoke this time was Demon Lord Tuntian.

"That's great. I can rest assured now."

Zhao Wutian's expression softened, but he didn't know that the other party was already full of contempt for him.

"What a cowardly human!"

The Sky Devouring Demon Lord thought to himself, "It's just 60,000 ants, and you still want to invite the Demon King to descend. Are you worthy? He is a saint-like existence!"

"When are you going to start the show? After the auction?"

The Devouring Demon Marshal suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Zhao Wutian sneered.

"It's really a waste of time to take off your pants and fart."

"Once they all enter the auction, I will immediately start the battle, because the dead are not qualified to do business with me. In the end, their wealth will also belong to me!"

Zhao Wutian said bloodthirstily.

He had waited too long for this moment, and he didn't want to wait any longer, even for half an hour!

"It's already so late, why don't you open the auction and let us in!"

At this moment, impatient voices were heard from the crowd.

Many people have been waiting for several hours and are becoming increasingly impatient.

"You're right. What on earth are the organizers of the auction planning? Are they deliberately playing tricks on us?"

"Everyone please be patient..."

The waiter came out and patiently explained, "What you don't know is that we are waiting for the most distinguished guest to arrive. Only when the master of Room No. 1 arrives will the door to the auction be opened."

Once these words were spoken, it was like a volcano exploding.

Every cultivator present was arrogant and proud, and many of them were big shots. How could they tolerate being bullied by others?

"Who is so arrogant as to make us wait?"

"My Lord, I am a guest official from the Lingxiao Empire."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately aroused the contempt of countless people.

A guest official from a secular empire dares to be so high-profile, he is really courting death!

"The guest has arrived!"

At this moment, a loud voice echoed in the crowd, and before they knew it, a passage suddenly opened. Zhou Tong walked through calmly, followed by Murong Ya and the little demon girl.

As for the other three, they had other things to do, so they did not follow.

"Is this the so-called guest official? He is nothing more than that. I can kill him with one hand!" someone said coldly, with murderous aura in his heart.

There were also people who had ulterior motives and looked at Murong Ya and the little witch wantonly.

"What a beautiful woman! I have never seen such a beauty in my life. If I could get her..."

"Junior brother..."

Chen Ling'er looked at Zhou Tong lovingly, and when Lian Hanxing patted her lightly, she forced herself to conceal her inner emotions.

"Grandpa, that guy bullied me."

In the crowd, You Ye Lan pointed at Zhou Tong and spoke coquettishly to the old man beside her.

You Jingfeng looked over, and after just one glance, he was stunned.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"Ahem... I am stupid and cannot tell the depth of the young man next to Miss Cangyue. But there is one thing I can be sure of..."

"That mature woman is a female saint!"

"what!"

You Ye Lan felt like she was struck by lightning, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment.

She couldn't understand how the little witch got on the good side of these monsters.

On the top floor of the auction, the three demons saw Zhou Tong and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Is this the person you're jealous of? I can kill him with just one breath!"

Faced with ridicule, Zhao Wutian remained indifferent.

Just when Zhou Tong was about to step into the auction door, someone suddenly made trouble.

"Stop right there!"

An arrogant yellow-haired young man shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

"What's up?"

Zhou Tong stopped and turned to look at the other party, and the two women beside him did the same.

"What a nice view…"

The young man looked at Murong Ya and was instantly captivated. Greed flashed in his eyes and he wished he could take her for himself.

"I am the young master of the Qiankun Sect. I want to ask on behalf of all the heroes in the world, as a mere guest, what qualifications do you have to stand before us? Aren't you afraid of being killed?"

As soon as these words were spoken, voices of agreement were heard from all around.

They also disliked Zhou Tong. A weak person was not worthy of ruling over them. If anyone dared to do so, he would be courting death.

"How do you want to be?"

Zhou Tong raised the corners of his mouth, showing no fear at all.

This expression made the other party frown: "Kneel down, kowtow a hundred times, and apologize to the heroes of the world!"

"What else?" Zhou Tong remained calm.

"And... and... by the way, in order to punish you, you must hand over the two women around you to me to play with. You don't deserve to have such beauties!"

The other party was horny and spoke without restraint.

"This guy is in trouble."

You Ye Lan showed an expression of gloating over the misfortune.

She knew very well what terrible consequences she would face if she crossed Zhou Tong's bottom line.

"Are you done?"

"That's all. Now kowtow!" the other person said arrogantly, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Now that you've finished talking, go to hell!"