Chapter 230: 230 The Strange Middle-Aged Man_1

Chapter 230: Chapter 230 The Strange Middle-Aged Man_1

In the hall, there seemed to be quite a few people with the same goal as Xu Fan, lingering around, not wanting to leave at all.

Among them were many martial artists, all staring greedily at the room Qin Haowen had entered, their eyes occasionally fixed on the doorway, to prevent Qin Haowen from slipping away with the Blood Bodhi.

“Heavens’ treasures are for the virtuous to possess. What kind of virtuous person is Qin Haowen, that bird-person? At best, he is just a wealthy person. What qualifications does this green, inexperienced youngster have to claim the Blood Bodhi, a divine medicine that can directly enhance a martial artist’s cultivation by one rank?”

This was a divine medicine capable of creating a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Which family wouldn’t want to have one more Martial Arts Grandmaster to bolster their presence?

With a “creak”, Qin Haowen walked out of the room from just before, his head held high and chest out.

Everyone promptly offered Qin Haowen a respectful gaze, searching carefully for the crystal box containing the Blood Bodhi.

Little did they know, three young people wearing the Flame Dragon Organization’s badges came out from the room, the crystal box now securely locked in a safe, in the hands of Fei Ying, the team leader of the Flame Dragon Organization.

Seeing the appearance of three members from the Flame Dragon Organization, the clandestine thoughts of murder and plunder that had just emerged melted away like spring snow under the fierce sun.

What kind of people were from the Flame Dragon Organization? That was Yan Country’s official martial artists managing department. The average martial artist’s information would all be recorded in the Flame Dragon Organization.

The former ten great martial families of Yan Country, because they did not submit to the management of the Flame Dragon Organization, are now reduced to the Six Great Houses, with the Four Great Noble Families that did not comply forever trampled into the dust of history.

Almost the moment the Flame Dragon Organization appeared, many people’s eyes revealed shock and disappointment. Soon after, numerous Martial Artists let out a slow sigh and turned to walk down the stairs.

In the entire venue, only Xu Fan and another middle-aged man dressed in a black Zhongshan suit seemed unaffected by the presence of the Flame Dragon Organization.

Xu Fan, due to his past life’s identity, felt no awe toward an organization of mortal Martial Artists like the Flame Dragon, since at the height of his power, Xu Fan could shatter a planet like Water Blue Star with a single punch, let alone an organization.

As for the middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit, his presence gave off a cold aura to Xu Fan, a sensation he had previously felt from a practitioner of evil cultivation techniques known as the Ghostly Twelve. However, the Twelve’s techniques seemed even more sinister, altering their appearance drastically and needing to absorb human blood to maintain their cultivation.

This middle-aged man, on the other hand, concealed his aura very well. Aside from Xu Fan, probably no one else could sense that he was a Martial Artist.

With just a glance, Xu Fan could tell that this man’s martial prowess must have reached the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

While in a private box at the auction, Xu Fan had extended his Sea of Consciousness to feel the auras of several Martial Artists and noticed this middle-aged man. What was strange was that this man attended the auction alone in his box and, from start to finish, did not place a single bid.

If Xu Fan were to assume that the man held no interest in the auction’s offerings, he would definitely not believe it, for he had seen a strong desire flicker in the man’s eyes the moment the Flame Dragon Organization’s member brought out the box containing the Blood Bodhi.

This middle-aged man surely had plans for the Blood Bodhi in the box. However, even after the Flame Dragon Organization’s members and Qin Haowen’s people took turns leaving the auction, the man stayed still without any action, simply watching them leave quietly.

Xu Fan quietly noted the man’s appearance, then leaped down the stairs. After all, seizing the Blood Bodhi was of greater urgency, and while the identity of the middle-aged man was questionable, as long as he posed no threat to Xu Fan, Xu Fan couldn’t be bothered with him.

After hurrying down the stairs, Xu Fan immediately started his car and followed in the direction Qin Haodong had left.

Qin Haodong had left with several people in two vehicles, one of which was his ostentatious blue sports car, and the other a Hummer with a desert style.