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6527 The 758 who was cannon fodder

The hundreds of congratulators who had followed Murong Liushang looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on, but after the sect leader spoke like this, everyone looked at the faces of their peak masters, accepted the order, saluted, and left.

Everyone is curious to death.

I never knew that my sect leader could be so strong, and he would actually do something like this on Elder Yasi's happy day.

It's really not appropriate for elders to get married.

Elder Jianfeng was a little unhappy.

In terms of strength, Elder Jianfeng's dozen or so disciples are the most powerful. Today, Jianfeng's people are particularly complete and their fighting power is extremely strong.

But the fat sect leader's words immediately destroyed all his advantages in this regard.

Sometimes in Xianmen, if you don’t have fighting power, you don’t have the right to speak.

The leader of Jianfeng Peak was very helpless. Was he being tricked by the sect leader? This guy was not pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, and he wanted to do something bad.

"You must have a basis for what you say."

A hint of honesty flashed across the chubby face of the Qingyun Sect leader: "Don't worry, everyone here knows who I am. Many elders have watched me grow up. If I don't have any evidence, I can tell

Do you want to say this? Come on, bring witnesses."

Yuan Wense, who was sitting in the inner hall, wanted to go out to see what happened. Elder Yasi on the side reached out to hold her down and shook his head slightly.

Now the matter of marriage proposal has to be put aside. Elder Yasi is still very grateful that the head of the Qingyun Sect comes to make things happen, so that she will not know how to reject Murong Liushang later.

but……

If someone wants to bully them, that's impossible.

Yuan Wense immediately realized that it might be Li Zhi's problem, so he took Yasi's hand and started making gestures in her palm.



After a while, a middle-aged man with a goatee walked in.

Murong Liuzhang recognized him at a glance. He was the steward of the auction house. In the beginning, Guo Linhai did more transactions with him. Although the steward was changed later, he did not completely abandon him and still remained.

Traded with him.

The middle-aged man with a goatee knelt down as soon as he came in: "I'm here, gentlemen."

The head of the Qingyun Sect said, "Tell me what you know."

The middle-aged man with a goatee said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I am the manager of the auction house. Some time ago, Lord Murong sent his subordinate Guo Linhai to trade with Xiao, and they traded hundreds of dark-blooded animals.

Leechbatmon.”

The master of Jianfeng Peak asked: "Is there anything wrong with this matter? And is it reasonable for your auction house to disclose information about its customers like this?"

The auction house is also the president of the guild. The president is the Supreme Elder and has no business at all. The vice-president is the second elder. It seems that he has not heard about this. He pondered for a moment: "Bold, when will the current auction house allow this?"

Did you reveal the customer’s information privately?”

The middle-aged man with a goatee kowtows again and again: "Young ones don't dare! Small ones don't dare!"

The master of Jianfeng sneered: "I didn't dare. Didn't you do it anyway? Are you from the auction house or from the sect master? How come you didn't explain the affairs of the auction house to your master and ran away... Haha."

Knowing that the other party was trying to sow discord, the second elder was also extremely unhappy. He glanced at the leader of the Qingyun Sect coldly and sneered. A wave of salty pressure rushed downwards. The middle-aged man with the goatee snorted and took a mouthful of blood.

He vomited it out, fell to the ground, and shouted for help.
Chapter completed!
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