Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

A middle-aged man was a little angry. He stared at the dilapidated teahouse. This was the tool he had been running for half his life to support his family. Over the years, with his good reputation and honest nature, he could survive even if he encountered difficulties.

He still refused to give up despite many setbacks, but now it was because of a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and it was because a disciple of the sect was poisoned in his teahouse. This was not done by him at all, and naturally he did not have the courage to do it.

of courage.

But now, the teahouse has collapsed, leaving him with only a mess, but he is helpless to watch his hard work being destroyed on this ground. His heart is painful, his heart is broken, he

He wanted to resist, but he didn't even have any strength, let alone the fluctuation of true energy unique to cultivating immortals.

"Why, why on earth is this? You know clearly that I am an ordinary person, you know that I rely on this drum tower, but why do you still smash my stall, and why do you still smash the guy who eats me? This

But the only way I can survive is why!" The middle-aged man looked at the sky and sighed. He took a deep breath, but there was nothing he could do.

Another man at noon patted him on the shoulder and said: "Forget it, forget it, since things are already like this, no matter how anxious you are, it's useless. It's better to start this old business again honestly."

We can also start a teahouse again, and their business is not accessible to ordinary people like us."

Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged man sighed deeply. Just now, at that moment before, the two of them were happily doing tea business, but now, this teahouse has become two people.

The real pain in the hearts of the brothers, although it is just a tool, although it is a tool for their business, but over time, it is inevitable that emotions will be revealed.

An old man with a short height and a curved back frowned slightly. Especially when he heard the two middle-aged men behind him sigh, he had a headache. It was just a stall, just a small stall.

My heart aches like this, the lives of ordinary people are not as good as those of the real sect!

The auction house in front of us is a place that many snobbers cannot mess with. Just one person from the Elder Pavilion here has the ability to change the pattern of the city. His strength is terrifying. Even if he is an elder of the Mu family, even if he is

He has a lot of power, and he still has that unchangeable ability in front of the auction house.

"Elder, we are already here, are you sure you don't want to go in?" A young disciple asked in a low voice.

The elder swallowed his saliva. He was a little panicked, but he stood up in front of the many disciples behind him. He could not retreat, let alone be weak because of the auction house. You must know that he is from the Mu family, but he is the strongest in this city.

The elder of the sect.

When he thought of what the sect master had told him about, he took a deep breath. Even if it was magma, even the sea, even the endless universe, he would have a good time. If this auction house is

If it's a tiger, then his sect is a cat.

"Come on, come in, why don't you come in? This ten thousand year Ganoderma lucidum has used almost all the gold coins of the sect. It will be very difficult to recover even after a hundred years. Since you are here today, since you have met me today, even if it is

There are so many masters here, even if there are powerful people here, they still have to go in and interrogate them!" the elder said sternly.

Behind him, several young disciples were stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths. The strength of their Mu family was very strong. Even if they were auction houses, what could they do? Looking at the strong eyes of their elders,

Muscles and bones, looking at his confident smile, the courage of several young disciples became even more courageous.

The elder raised his left hand, and when his five fingers were gently placed on the door, an extremely pure wave of zhenqi suddenly condensed. The door was not an ordinary door, nor was it made of wooden doors, but made of that

Made of deep-sea hidden wood that can store the fluctuations of true energy, every piece of wood and every golden edge is an item that can best prove your identity.

Especially this kind of zhenqi fluctuation. If you want to enter the auction house, you must use the zhenqi fluctuation to condense and spread on the wooden door. Firstly, it can also let the people in the auction house understand who the visitor is, and secondly, it can reflect

My own sincerity.

No matter how courageous he is, no matter how brave he is to break through, he will never smash this wooden door. Everyone understands and knows very well in their hearts that no matter how great the power of the elders is, it is only limited to

Just within the sect, but in this auction house, he is not even qualified to carry shoes for the elders.

When his zhenqi fluctuations spread on the door, and when his fingers pressed lightly, his eyes stared at the crack in the door.

Everyone held their breath. The guts of time standing still in the sect made them unclear about everything in the outside world, especially the auction house. They knew how tough it was from other people's mouths.

A woman with a graceful figure walked out. Her slender waist, golden proportions and plump breasts directly attracted the attention of many young disciples. Even the young people walking around on the street looked at her.

He looked towards this, and saw that this was Miss Murong from the auction house, but she had an alluring beauty, and no matter how determined she was, it would be difficult for her to resist her temptation.

Behind the woman, several middle-aged men wearing tiger skins also walked out. They were Miss Murong's bodyguards, and they had the important responsibility of protecting her life.

Looking at these middle-aged men, the elder was a little shocked. The people in the auction house were indeed incomparable with the people in the sect. Not to mention the fluctuations in energy, even the figure and muscles were absolutely amazing.

of crushing.

"This is Miss Murong from the auction house. This beauty, tsk tsk tsk, is indeed very beautiful."

"Hehe, I thought I was going to be suffocated to death in the sect. Now, I finally see her true face. Is this the opportunity God left for me?"

"With this figure and this beauty, it would be great if she could become my wife!"

Several young disciples were discussing in a low voice. The elder frowned and said, "Please don't take offense, Miss Murong. These disciples of mine have never seen the world and don't know etiquette. I hope you don't take it to heart!"

Miss Murong smiled faintly: "This is natural, elders, don't be nervous anymore. Here, the auction house has always avoided all kinds of snobbish disputes, and just wants to be at peace. I wonder what you want to do in my auction house?"