The price in the third round of auction was finally set at the price quoted by Shen Jibai.
But there was no chance for the hammer in the auctioneer's hand to strike.
On the field, something unexpected happened.
A tall, slender middle-aged man appeared on the platform without warning.
"I didn't expect that it was really you." He stood on the side of the coffin, like a mourner.
He ignored the shocked and uproarous audience.
His shoulders are slightly drooped and his head is lowered. The middle-aged man is not wearing a mask. His handsome facial features are clear and three-dimensional. His thick black eyebrows are like two sharp swords, slanting across the sides of his hair. The divine flow is slightly unruly.
The man's expression was complicated, and he slowly stretched out a palm and reached into the coffin, as if he wanted to remove the covering of the face in the coffin.
But when his eyes touched the slightly withered face of the ancient corpse, his palms shook and he stopped stiffly.
He sighed softly. After all, he did not have the courage. With a flick of his finger, he picked up a scorching red lotus and placed it on the shoulder of the man in the coffin: "It's too late... it's too late... I let you wander outside like this." After many years, Uncle Su will take you home right now."
Seeing the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared on the stage, Yingxiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his brain became confused with a bang.
Although Shen Jibai is a genius with spiritual roots, his cultivation level is only Takumi after all. He cannot see and cannot feel the aura of the person on the stage. He calmly said: "What? Someone is here to cause trouble?"
"It's Su Guanhai... It's Su Guanhai of Taixuan Sect! Why is he here! Why is he interested in a coffin corpse?" Yingxiu looked at the uninvited guest in despair.
Taixuanzong had always been on good terms with the Zhongyou Dynasty, and the only link was the marriage letter between him and Su Jing two hundred years ago.
It's just that the number of engagements has long been over, and even if they were, the person Su Guanhai should care about should still be him.
Why would you appear in this filthy dark city just for a corpse in a coffin? !
He is the dignified leader of Taixuan Sect! The first of the three!
"Oh? Is it Sect Leader Su? That's not surprising." Compared to Ying Xiu's shock, Shen Jibai remained calm as always.
He put away the doll in his arms, rubbed his brows tiredly, and said, "This coffin can't compete with him tonight. I think Palace Master Yin and Baili Yu should be here too, right?"
Although Shen Jibai was alienated from the world and indifferent to others, he was extremely nurturing in temperament. Although he was the crown prince of the ancient Yin Kingdom, he was never arrogant and treated the most respected person in the world with respectful words and honorifics.
But for some unknown reason, he addressed the Tianxi Sword Master by his first name without any trace of disgust and hatred.
The auctioneer's maid on the Wenjun stage had no idea what was going on. The barrier around her had not been broken, but the person on the stage arrived without any sign of breath.
In the Yu Tower, the guarding cabinet men roared with weapons in hand, and rushed to the stage like a tide, trying to capture the troublemaker.
The man in white clothes on the stage felt noisy. He raised his arms lightly, as if holding the sky and the earth, and the broad sleeves of his robe blew a breeze.
The breeze was slightly warm, like the scorching wind in the grassland in summer, and the crowds that were coming from all directions were blown away like smoke from cooking stoves.
The weapons in their hands and the masks on their faces turned to dust like sand, revealing countless frightened faces on a sheet of paper.
Su Guanhai's clear and sharp brows were instantly filled with murderous intent, his sleeves were fluttering, and he snorted coldly. After all, he did not choose to commit suicide in front of this coffin.
He held the edge of the coffin with his empty palm, and the storm rose. As he exerted force on his wrist, the ancient purple gold coffin, which weighed a lot, was sucked up from the ground with a roar.
At this moment, a huge hole was suddenly torn open by the strong wind. In the gap, a figure with lightning speed descended from the sky. The figure was wrapped in a semicircle of fog, frost and ice. The huge and domineering aura made the The space buzzed and trembled, causing the entire ground and attic to tremble violently, as if a huge snow mountain was coming from the top!
The boots on the man's feet continuously hit the space and the strong wind, ice blooms burst out, frost continued, and the friction between them made a sound like the vibration of an avalanche.
Finally, a pair of feet landed heavily on the edge of the coffin on the other side.
The purple gold coffin that was lifted up made a loud noise and sank again. Dozens of slender cracks quickly spread where the Wenjun platform and the ancient coffin came into contact, and ice dust like silver shavings sputtered out from the intersection of the cracks. particle.
At the auctioneer's shrill scream, she was knocked out in the swirling smoke and dust, along with the barrier that suddenly collapsed into countless fragments of yellow light.
Su Guanhai looked at the ancient coffin embedded motionlessly between the countertops under his palm, as well as the intact body inside the coffin. He looked helpless and said, "Brother Dufeng, are you going to fight over this?"
Ying Xiu looked at Shen Jibai with a complicated expression, his expression was very different.
Shen Jibai was actually right.
After Su Guanhai, Yin Dufeng, the master of Cangwu Palace, also came for this purple gold coffin? !
Then does the father also...
Ying Xiu was extremely confused and became increasingly anxious about the identity of the person in the coffin.
Even if we take a step back, if that person is really his brother and inherits the purple blood of Zhongyou, no matter how noble his status is, how can he attract these two people to come out together?
Looking at Shen Jibai's appearance of knowing all the past events, Ying Xiu had the illusion that he was the outsider.
"Who wants to argue with you?" Palace Master Yin Dufeng picked his nose angrily and looked at the ancient corpse in the coffin with a look of disgust on his face: "Speaking of which, this is my first time. The first time I saw this boy, with his thin and frail physique, I really don’t know how my daughter could have taken a liking to him.”
Although Yin Dufeng has an elegant name and is a very good swordsman, even though he, Su Guanhai and Sword Master Yu are the heads of the three sects, and are one of the strongest thousand-year-old immortals in the world, from the appearance alone, everything about him is... But there is no hint of immortality.
He has a rectangular face, a straight nose, a wide mouth, thick hair and thick eyebrows. He has the appearance of a tall and strong man. Coupled with his innate fearless expression, he does not look like a fairy, but more like a tough gangster. .
That demeanor and demeanor are thousands of miles apart from Su Guanhai.
Su Guanhai smiled slightly, and the palm of his hand suddenly fell into place. The huge atmosphere of the burning red lotus behind him surged up, dispelling the cold frost of the other party. The stamens of the crimson fireworks gently flickered and stretched towards Yin Dufeng's feet. .
"Since Brother Dufeng doesn't like him, why bother to fight for his love? After all, this child is also my favorite. Now it's the best for me to bring him back to Nanze."
Yin Dufeng looked at the fire spreading under his feet, his brows furrowed, his feet shook, he leaped up, stepped hard, and an imaginary snow mountain rose up from the sky!
He stood on the top of the snow mountain, his eyebrows as thick as black silkworms twisted hard, his expression majestic and angry like a thunder god: "Don't do this! This short-lived brat died in your Taixuan Sect back then! Take him back, you have this Are you qualified?!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Dufeng held in his hand a ball of brilliance that was as chilling as the stars. Between his hands, the entire Yulou was like a cold winter. The hundreds of lanterns on the tall building were glowing under the extremely cold atmosphere. Destroyed.
The spiritual power poured down from his palm, like an upside-down glacier waterfall, covering the purple gold coffin.
In an instant, thick frost condensed around the ancient coffin, and the spiritual power in the ice flowed, and outsiders were not allowed to touch it!
Su Guanhai breathed out slowly and said, "If Su remembers correctly, the person who turned this child away back then was also you, Brother Yin, right?"
The three sects have been in harmony for more than two hundred years, but in private, the relationship between Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng has not been too bad. He is used to calling him Brother Dufeng, but if he changes his name and calls him Brother Yin, it means that he Gradually the fire started to rise.
Yin Dufeng sneered and said, "Do you think you can cure your Heiwazi's soul-leaving syndrome by bringing this ancient coffin back to Nanze?"
When he heard the name Hei Wazi, the anger in Su Guanhai's eyes became even stronger, and his words were quite sharp: "Even if I give this coffin to Brother Yin, is it possible that Brother Yin really dares to take this coffin to his little niece?" ? If you really want to unravel the backlash of the Heart Tribulation oath you made back then, you might as well spend more effort to find the ashes of the ghost master Zheng Siyan. After all, this was the dragon you personally chose back then, Brother Yin. Quick son-in-law."
Yin Dufeng, who had always been simple and straightforward, had never defeated Su Guanhai, a sinister guy, in a quarrel. When he heard the name Zheng Siyan, he flew into a rage: "I think you, an old boy, have itchy skin!"
He turned his hand and shattered the snow-capped mountains beneath his feet.
Mountains are collapsing, snow is splitting, and the city is about to rush!
The avalanche of rolling rocks made everyone at the scene feel like they were on the scene themselves, transformed into fine sand in the turbulent snow-colored river between the vast world, and they were pitifully swallowed up and enveloped by the powerful and overbearing aura.
Disaster!
This is the four-character description that emerged in everyone's minds at the same time!
The strongest tribulation-transcending immortal in the world is really different!
The Wenjun Platform is sinking inch by inch at an alarming speed, and the cracks are becoming more and more cracked.
In the fourth-floor Tianzi room, the third lady who was watching the battle in front of the window disappeared at some point. The puppet man sitting in front of the sand table, his eyes made of gems gradually extinguished the light, and he sat down lifelessly with his head tilted.
The floors began to collapse layer by layer, and wood dust was scattered everywhere. Countless figures hurriedly rushed out of the rooms and began to flee.
The eldest princess of Qin in the room named Xuan was unsteady on her feet. She frowned and held the window. She thought that the two young masters of Cangwu Palace and Taixuan Sect always got along with each other when they met. Why didn't they come to this place like their father's generation? Stop?
She is no longer the high-spirited female general who followed the sword master on the battlefield. Her spiritual roots have long been destroyed, and she has no spiritual power, let alone cultivation.
Ordinary monks are still able to protect themselves in such a battle.
But even if she fell from this four-story building, she would probably be injured and her life would be in danger.
But there was no panic on the face of the eldest princess. The moment the floor beneath her feet cracked, the space beside her twisted and changed, and a man in black armor walked out of the sky: "Your Highness, I'm sorry."
The man in black armor picked her up horizontally, and a pair of steel wings burst out from behind him. He flew a few times in the air and left the affected area.
In response to the cold and frosty feeling that hit his face, Shen Jibai raised his arm at will and held up a finger. A semicircular light film suddenly formed in front of his fingertips, blocking the frost visible to the naked eye. Come.
Ying Xiu was not so lucky. He was hit hard by the residual force and was caught off guard. He took in a breath of cold air covered in dust and frost.
The icy breath was like countless fine and sharp ice knives, cutting his lungs to the point of feeling queasy.
His face was pale, his body was shaking violently in pain, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost broke his chest.
Those two, what else to say...
In the thick frost and ice mist that covered the sky and the ground, a scorching red lotus swayed. Su Guanhai did not take a step back, and there was not even a trace of frost on his face and hair. He raised his fist with one hand, like a Tai Chi painting, and fired several punches from the sky.
A few seemingly ordinary punches, but they blasted out a sea of thunder and sound. The air on the fists trembled and burned. Amidst the bursts of explosions, Yin Dufeng, who was standing high in the sky, was marked with three-inch deep marks on his chest. fist marks.
Yin Dufeng took a long breath of heaven and earth energy, and while his robe was swaying, he struck it with a palm. A strong wind blew up in the Yu Tower, and a huge ice tree rose from the ground and hit Su Guanhai hard.
Su Guanhai's body flew high and he stepped on his toes. The huge ice tree that looked like the awakening of a cold dragon broke and collapsed inch by inch.
Yin Dufeng took a long breath without exhaling, then leaned down and rushed down.
The two figures were swallowed up by the two-pole mysterious light of the silver frost bright fire, and everyone who dared to watch from a distance turned pale. It was a great blessing to have the opportunity to see the battle between the two sect leaders.
But when they saw this shocking scene with their own eyes, they felt a deep sense of despair and powerlessness in their hearts. This made them clearly realize that they were separated from the strong men who stood at the top of the world. It’s not just mountains and seas.
In the invisible space, the cold current is rushing and the flowing fire is burning.
The two most domineering and conflicting forces in the world are colliding fiercely. From the distant qi energy to the collision of fists, the two terrifying forces are gradually absorbed in the two people's bodies, without a trace leaking out, every time Each blow is extremely precise, hitting the opponent with the most domineering power.
In this fierce contest, even the distant heaven and earth continued to respond. A series of solemn and majestic atmospheres continued to rise and fall in the ice and fire, as if the sun and the moon were about to be swallowed without a trace.
The thick ice on the ancient coffin melted into water little by little, and soon the water turned into mist.
Wenjuntai has been completely destroyed, and countless dense pit marks appeared on the solid Qinggang stone ground with dull collision sounds.
As two fist seals with different attributes criss-crossed in the air and fell, the two men, who were full of fighting spirit, were evenly matched in strength, and were finally forced to show a killing intent by the other party.
The two successfully aroused each other's anger by mocking each other's daughter's shortcomings. After a long stalemate, the two finally lost their last patience.
Unexpectedly, the battle gradually got out of control, causing the two of them to lose their sense of proportion. The fist that fell diagonally fell squarely on the purple gold ancient coffin.
Even the Zizhu of Xihai Fanlin could not withstand the attack of two thousand-year-old immortals.
Under the horrified looks of Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai, they saw that the ancient coffin, which had not been damaged for a hundred years, collapsed like rotten wood exploding!
The well-protected corpse was thrown out by a terrifying force.
The two of them couldn't care less about fighting to find a place for their daughter. They turned into two sharp shadows and swept downwards. They went to pick up the innocently implicated corpse with panic and nervous expressions.
