There was a burst of exclamations at the scene.
No one is willing to step forward to seek justice.
No one wants to provoke a terrifying force.
They still want to live well and pursue the path of cultivating immortals, but they dare not joke with their lives.
The middle-aged man in blue was knocked to the ground, grimacing in pain.
I dare to be angry, but I dare not speak.
He has a little power, how dare he confront the Ximen family.
He quickly put away his fawning expression and walked to the back of the team with a nod and a bow.
He moved at an unusually fast speed, fearing that something behind him might harm him.
"That's quite sensible." Ximen Ting was very proud. If he couldn't cut in line, he would have his own way.
With his back straight, Ximen Ting walked to the first position in just three or two steps.
"Girl, give me the scroll. Here are 500 million low-grade spirit stones."
Ximen Ting tossed the storage ring in his hand, thinking he was looking very handsome, and then twisted his mouth, waiting for Xiqian to take the storage ring from him.
He has a plan.
When the white and tender little hand was about to touch his palm, he suddenly retracted his hand and grabbed it. Well, if he was lucky, he could even hold the little hand and play with it.
As for how Xiqian would react, that was not within his consideration.
He likes to tease women, especially weak women like this.
I had no power to fight back and could only let him do whatever he wanted.
In his eyes, Xi Qian was just a powerful girl who was in charge of auctioning items.
Low status.
Even if he provokes someone and gives him away... no one will do anything to him.
He had blind confidence in the Ximen family.
It has been established over many years.
In Baicheng, he had never met anyone who dared not to give face to his Ximen family.
Xi Qian did not take the storage ring from Ximen Ting's hand as he had expected.
Instead, he waved his hand and asked the male deacon to drive Ximen Ting out.
Ximen Ting was still dreaming of taking advantage of someone when he was suddenly pushed by someone and almost stumbled and fell.
"What are you pushing me for?"
"Little bitch, why don't you give me the things I bought at the auction?"
"I, Ximen Ting, am not refusing to give you spirit stones!"
Being pushed by several people, although the force had no effect on him, Ximen Ting was still furious and yelled angrily, his voice even sharper than the woman's.
He felt humiliated as if his clothes had been stripped off in public.
Xi Qian's eyelids jumped. "I told you, it's useless for any forces to come here. Everyone must abide by the rules here."
"If you want to get the items you auctioned, you have to queue up obediently."
Xi Qian at this moment was completely different from the one she was at the auction table.
If we say that Xi Qian on the auction stage is bright and charming, she is captivating.
Then Xi Qian in the backstage can definitely be called a cold beauty.
Stern face, no emotion.
The long and thin eyebrows carry a hint of oppression.
It is the dignity that comes from being in a high position for a long time.
Obviously, she is not as simple as she appears.
However, the idiot Ximen Ting couldn't see it at all.
He scolded his two followers, "What are you staring at? Come over and help, push these people away."
"Here I come, sir."
The followers quickly gathered around Ximen Ting and wrestled with the three male deacons.
Seeing the opportunity, Ximen Ting leaned back, crawled out of the crowd, and regained control of his body.
Because I hid in time, I was not affected.
He looked around and came to Xiqian.
Sneered with disdain.
"Just relying on those three losers, you think you can trap me?"
"Are you looking down on me?"
Xi Qian didn't comment, "You have good taste."
"You!" Ximen Ting clenched his fist, raised it and swung it at Xiqian's face, "You ungrateful bitch, I want you to know the consequences of offending me."
He couldn't sense Xiqian's cultivation level.
Xiqian is most likely a person of low talent.
Unless Xi Qian's cultivation is higher than his, he will not be able to sense it.
As soon as the idea came out, Ximen Ting threw it away.
He has been taking elixirs since he was a child and has excellent talent. As he has grown up, his cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building. Among his peers, his strength ranks at the top and he is far ahead.
Needless to say, Xiqian's cultivation level is not up to par.
After making him angry again and again, he wanted to teach Xiqian a lesson.
He wanted to see what Xiqian could do to him.
How can a woman with no strength but only beauty fight him?
You deserve to be bullied by him.
Ximen Ting felt so happy that he could already imagine his fist landing on Xiqian's face and Xiqian sobbing in pain.
He thought that if Xiqian knelt down to lick his shoes, he would be gentle with her.
"What are you proud of?"
A charming female voice sounded in Ximen Ting's ears.
Pulled Ximen Ting out of his unrealistic thoughts.
He was shocked.
After calming down, he realized that his fist was covered by Xi Qian's backhand.
The force is terrifying.
He could feel a dull pain in his finger joints.
Ximen Ting tried to shake off Xi Qian's hand, but failed after trying several times.
He gathered all his spiritual power into his fists, trying to hurt Xi Qian.
But it was like punching cotton, without any effect.
No matter how stupid or foolish Ximen Ting is, he knows that Xi Qian is not an ordinary person.
He looked at Xiqian's beautiful face which had turned cold in horror.
He thought of what his father had always said to him.
All women are vicious, none of them are good.
Especially powerful and influential women, they must not be offended, let alone provoked. Once offended, there will be no redemption.
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