Facing Gu Zheng's strength, the four guards at Moran Auction House looked at each other. They all had anger in their hearts, but their anger was deeply suppressed and they did not dare to show it at all.
"What do you want?" the pockmarked old man asked.
Facing the pockmarked old man's inquiry, Gu Zheng waved his hand directly, and a lava core appeared in the air. This was a phantom created by his spiritual mind. Direct expression in this way is better than verbal description. After all, Mo Ran Auction House (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com