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Chapter 4285, slave auction

When many powerful people in Junhou’s mansion sensed this aura, their souls were trembling. It was the aura of the ancestor of the Dongyang family and the Dongyang disciple.

In the Dan Hall, Dongyang Yibo was just being shot to death, and his flesh and blood were still flowing on the ground, and a terrible aura had slowly condensed beside him.

All the monks around felt that the world was frozen, and their cultivation and consciousness were all as fragile as eggs, and they could break with just one touch.

"Who dares to kill my descendants!"

A powerful aura sounded deep in the minds of every monk!

A faint phantom appeared beside the flesh and blood of Dongyang Yibo. He looked at the flesh and blood of the ground, and his eyes became more angry.

Just as he was looking for the murderer and asking him to pay the price for it, a faint voice came over.

"It's me!"

What a simple word, Chen Ping is actually under tremendous pressure. Even if the powerful people gathered in spirits, they would kill a monk like them, just like killing an ant.

The phantom looked at Chen Ping, but the next second, his powerful aura had disappeared because he saw Chen Ping.

"It's you!"

The Dongyang disciple's consciousness could not tell the expression, but his voice was obviously much gentler.

"Senior, you won't know that this Dongyang Yibo will harm the female disciples of Baihua Sect!"

"Besides, he still wants to bully my sister. I'm wrong to kill him?"

Is it wrong to kill him?

What a domineering thing, in the eyes of the monks around, I don’t know if they admire Chen Ping or call him a fool.

Facing the consciousness of a peerless strong man, he dares to speak so arrogantly. He is really fearless.

However, what surprised them was that Dongyangtu’s consciousness smiled and said, “You are right, he deserves to die!”

Many people doubt that they heard it wrong!

In other words, this consciousness is not a Dongyang disciple, but the kind of suppression from the soul is so clear and terrifying.

This unreal feeling makes people feel like a illusion created by Chen Ping on purpose.

"A person like this is not worthy of being my junior!"

After saying this, Dongyangtu’s consciousness body looked at Chen Ping and smiled and said, “After finishing your business, come and see me!”

After saying this, this consciousness slowly dissipated!

When the suppression on everyone completely disappeared, these people looked even more complicated when they saw Chen Ping's expression.

Some are shocked, some are envious, and some are doubtful!

The Dongyang family's powerful god gatherings know Chen Ping, and they seem to be very familiar with each other.

No wonder Chen Ping dared to kill Dongyang Yibo in full view of everyone. He was fearless!

The monk who took action in the Dan Palace felt his face burning, and his face made him frightened.

Xiaorou was also grateful in her heart that she stood firmly on Chen Ping's side because of the words of Dongyangtu. She is even more curious about what secrets Chen Ping has.

Even if he is a monster, the son of Cang Yuan Sect, even if he is the leader of Cang Yuan Sect, he is just a junior in front of Dongyang disciples.

Why?

But at this moment, the monks who saw this scene just now understood that the Dongyang family would not do anything to Chen Ping.

In one corner, Wang Long and Ye Qingmei stood there. They followed along and kept paying attention to Chen Ping.
Chapter completed!
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