After saying that, he turned around and led Ye Feng and the others back to the auction house.
At this moment, Dr. Jones became annoyed, and his eyes behind his glasses shot out two cold glints.
The group of people in front of him chatted and laughed for a long time, completely ignoring him.
"Heh, you can leave if you want, but leave what I asked for..."
"Shut up, you bastard!"
puff!
Before he could finish speaking, Hu Meier punched him into a bloody mist.
Ye Feng's eyelids twitched.
Unexpectedly, despite her sexy and charming appearance, the Third Senior Sister is also a ruthless and decisive person.
Despite Dr. Jones's impressive gene experiments, his combat skills are actually terrible.
The group of demonic genetically modified warriors around him were also killed.
Third Senior Sister's cultivation level far surpasses that of Second Senior Sister Lu Xueqi.
According to Ye Feng's judgment, she should be second only to his senior sister.
"Holy crap!"
Seeing that things were not going well, Zhang Qingjian turned and ran.
Hu Meier snorted coldly and flicked a finger out of the air.
A sharp, piercing sound rang out, instantly turning Zhang Qingjian into a bloody mist.
"This Zhang Qingjian actually colluded with the Americans behind my back; he should have died long ago."
All of Zhang Qingjian's trusted subordinates were killed without exception.
This is something he does resemble Ye Feng in.
Soon, the group returned to the Senluo Auction House.
Elder Wang and others had already led a group of elders to greet them from both sides outside.
This time, Ye Feng and his companions received extremely high treatment.
"We respectfully welcome our sect leader!"
Elder Wang and the others bowed respectfully to Hu Meier.
Elder Feng, who had previously helped Dr. Jones make things difficult for Ye Feng, was kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, wishing he could bury his head in his crotch.
"Ye, Ye Tianshen, I have offended you in the past. It is all the fault of that bastard Dr. Jones. He bewitched me."
"Please, be magnanimous and spare my life..."
puff!
Before Ye Feng could speak, Third Senior Sister Hu Meier, as she passed by the other party, flicked her finger and smashed his head.
Red and white were flowing everywhere.
A pungent, bloody smell filled the air.
It was as if she had crushed an ant; from beginning to end, Hu Meier never even glanced at the other person.
Soon, Hu Meier led Ye Feng and his men to a secret room at the deepest part of the auction house.
He then instructed Elder Wang to have a cauldron brought over.
This bronze cauldron is as tall as a person and is made entirely of bronze.
Because of its great age, its surface is covered with copper rust and engraved with many dense, mysterious runes.
In addition, there are numerous sword and knife wounds, crisscrossing each other, clearly indicating that this is a treasure that has endured countless battles.
Hu Meier patted the bronze cauldron in front of her, a hint of pride in her eyes.
"How about it, junior brother? This cauldron is enough for you to refine the Heavenly Spirit Grass."
Ye Feng seemed not to hear what the other person said. He stared intently at the cauldron in front of him, his tone filled with shock.
"This...this cauldron, didn't Master say it was lost long ago...?"
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