In the venue, tens of thousands of monks gathered in a crowd and poured into the space passage. Only a few people were left sitting in their original positions, indifferent.
Among them were brothers Wu Qi and Yan Feipeng.
"Junior brother, why are you still standing there? Let's go!"
Yan Feipeng urged in a low voice, but saw that Wu Qi did not turn around, but instead pulled his sleeve, "Brother, look quickly."
Yan Feipeng subconsciously looked up and immediately saw the city lord Wen Zizhen flying down from the private room upstairs, followed by two women.
Why does the profile of one of the women look so familiar?
Xiang Shen's five senses were so sharp that she immediately sensed that someone was looking at her, and immediately lowered her head and looked back.
Yan Feipeng was immediately happy when he saw his face.
It turns out to be Senior Shen!
Before he could say hello, he saw the other person's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and his expression suddenly froze.
Then, as if he thought of something, he immediately lowered his head, while not forgetting to press his junior brother's head and look away together with him.
Naturally, Xiang Shen's actions could not be hidden from "Wen Zizhen".
He glanced coldly, saw Yan Feipeng and Wu Qi, and quickly looked away, pretending not to see them.
The two pill-forming ants must be old friends of the female cultivator behind him.
Normally, he would kill them casually. It's easy to do things right now, and to avoid complications, it's better to keep a low profile.
With this thought in mind, Yuan Jing and Xiang Shen rolled up his sleeves and robes, and their bodies accelerated and flew into the space channel and disappeared in an instant.
A moment after the three people left, Yan Feipeng raised his head carefully and saw that there was no trace of Xiang Shen and others above his head. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and released his hand on his junior brother's head.
Wu Qi rubbed the back of his head, which was so painful from being pressed, and hissed softly: "Brother, you don't need to be so harsh. I saw Senior Shen wearing attendant clothes and I knew she definitely didn't want to expose her identity."
"Then you're still staring?"
Yan Feipeng glared at his junior brother, glanced around at the now empty auction venue, and looked slightly relaxed.
"Okay, this Tianlong Emperor's tomb is definitely not something we can interfere with, so leave quickly."
Wu Qi nodded in response and followed Yan Feipeng out of the auction stone building.
At the same time, there are still some disciples of Wuji Immortal Sect and Piaoxue Palace with low cultivation level left in the Tianzi No. 1 private room.
Each side left an elder to take care of them, namely Yin Lu and Chang Yan.
Seeing that everyone in the venue was almost gone, Yin Lu stood up with a cane, glanced at Tang Yin and others, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go back and wait."
After saying that, she turned to look at Chang Yan and asked, "I wonder where Senior Brother Chang Yan lived before?"
Chang Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this senior brother's voice.
Previously in Dongzhou, Yin Lu was the master of Baihua Valley, and he was just the elder who guarded the Heavenly Mirror in Qianxing Palace. There was a huge difference in status between the two.
After arriving in Xizhou, he and Yin Lu each became an ordinary disciple in the three major sects. There was no difference in status, and they could only be called by their age.
And he was exactly one month older than Yin Lu.
This time, senior brother, Yin Lu felt helpless.
Yin Lu saw Chang Yan's expression and knew what he was thinking, and couldn't help snorting coldly: "Senior brother, why are you laughing?"
Chang Yan quickly suppressed his smile and said, "Junior sister Yin, don't blame me, I just remembered some past events.
Before that, Jiang Yi and the others had been living in Room 1, Tianzi, of the Fairy Dust Inn. The house on the top of the mountain was spacious and there were many vacant rooms. It's better for Junior Sister Yin to live with us so that we can take care of each other. "
After saying these words, Yin Lu's expression softened slightly and he didn't care too much about it. He nodded and said, "That's what I meant."
After the two of them talked, everyone went downstairs.
Tang Yin followed Chang Yan and recognized Wen Yi standing at the top of the stairs at a glance. She had been stopped by this man several times when approaching Yuan Jing's courtyard before.
"Isn't this person a true confidant of Fumiko..."
Tang Yin stared at "Wen Yi"'s extremely gloomy face, feeling strange in her heart.
In this auction, the City Lord's Mansion made a lot of money. Why is this person unhappy?
She was confused, but she had no intention of exploring. She quickly looked away and followed the others out of the stone building gate.
But at this moment, two people suddenly walked in quickly from outside the door and bumped into two disciples of the sect. One had a pale face and lost his mind, while the other had a pale face and was shaking like chaff.
"Wen Yi" noticed the movement and looked up, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed across his eyes.
These two people were Yan Feipeng and Wu Qi.
Chang Yan and others naturally saw that something was wrong, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "You two little friends, why are you so flustered?"
Lin Qi couldn't listen to Chang Yan's words, and kept muttering "It's over, it's over..."
Yan Feipeng was his senior brother after all, he had a calmer mind and quickly regained his composure.
He raised his head and glanced at the attire of Chang Yan and others, and was immediately startled. He quickly cupped his fists and said, "But are the two seniors of the Wuji Immortal Sect and Piaoxue Palace?"...
Lin Qi was shocked when he heard this, "Two major sects?"
But soon, he panicked again: "It's useless! If Senior Shen hadn't taken action, wouldn't the five true disciples of the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect have also met their end?"
"Junior brother!"
Yan Feipeng quickly stopped him, but it was obviously a step too late.
These words not only shocked Chang Yan and others, but even Wang Chuxiao, who had been sitting in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses and looked at them.
Chang Yan frowned, "Have you met a disciple of the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect?"
Lin Qi was suddenly stared at by so many people whose cultivation levels were several times higher than his own. His scalp felt numb, his lips were unable to control his movements, and he couldn't answer anything.
He subconsciously grabbed Yan Feipeng's arm.
Yan Feipeng took a deep breath, stepped forward to block his junior brother, cupped his fists and said:
"Senior, it's a long story. Before I explain, I just want to ask senior if you think there's anything wrong here?"
As soon as these words came out, Chang Yan frowned even more tightly. He didn't notice anything strange.
When Yin Lu, who was beside him, heard this, he looked impatient and snorted: "Boy, if you have something to say, just say it, why bother hiding it?"
Hearing this, Yan Feipeng couldn't help but sigh bitterly and said: "Senior, we have already fallen into an illusion."
"What?!"
"Illusion?"
"How can it be?"
Everyone exclaimed, and immediately used their spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings.
But no matter how I looked at it, I didn't feel the emptiness caused by the illusion around me.
Yin Lu's face was as dark as water, "Boy, do you know the consequences of talking nonsense in front of us?"
Yan Feipeng shook his head and sighed, "Senior, if you don't believe it, just come out with me and have a look."
After saying that, Yan Feipeng turned around and walked out, and Lin Qi quickly followed.
Yin Lu and Chang Yan looked at each other and followed closely behind.
Wang Chuxiao had already walked out of his seat at this moment. He turned his eyes and glanced at "Wen Yi" without saying a word, then stood there and hesitated for a moment, and finally followed him out.
As soon as the group of people left, Wen Shuichang, who was hiding nearby and eavesdropping, jumped out immediately with a frightened expression: "My son, I saw that you went out to see it just now. Is what they said true?"
Xiang Shen was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that this body was actually Wen Shuichang's son.
Seeing "Wen Yi" not replying for a long time, Wen Shuichang's fear immediately turned into anger, "I'm asking you a question! Are you deaf?"
Xiang Shen's eyes were slightly cold, he shook his head and said: "There is a transparent barrier ten miles outside the stone building. It is extremely strong. Regardless of whether it is an illusion or not, we cannot get out."
"Idiot! Do you have more cultivation? Of course you can't break the barrier. Both Wuji Immortal Sect and Piaoxue Palace have disciples left, so they can definitely break it!"
Wen Shuichang cursed, packed up his clothes randomly, and ran out quickly.
Not long after, he saw Chang Yan and others parked not far away outside.
He immediately stopped and did not dare to step forward, so he could only watch from a distance.
boom! boom! boom! …
A total of nineteen people from Chang Yan and Yin Lu attacked at the same point on the transparent barrier.
After the brilliance passed, the transparent barrier remained motionless, let alone broken, not even a trace was left.
Yin Lu put away the magic weapon and looked gloomy: "I have only seen such a strong barrier on the magic weapon that traps people. How can it be an illusion?"
Chang Yan also had an ugly face, "The stone building was built by Wen Zizhen. I have seen part of the construction process during my travels in the past three years. It cannot be fake."
"The illusion of reality and reality..."
Wang Chuxiao, who was standing aside, murmured, feeling troubled.
He did not try to bombard the barrier. At this moment, his Taoist mind was unstable. Even if he went all out, the power would only be 10% higher than the combined strength of everyone in Changyan. Facing such an indestructible barrier, there was no point in taking action.
Lin Qi had already recovered. Seeing that everyone's attempts were fruitless, he couldn't help but sigh: "I knew that if you could break through, would those true disciples of the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect fall into death?"
Wang Chuxiao's eyes moved slightly when he heard that he mentioned the True Tradition of the Sword Sect again, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure you are a disciple of the True Tradition of the Sword Sect? Are you not pretending to be someone else?"
Lin Qi glanced at Wang Chuxiao inexplicably, and immediately snorted: "You suspect that I am telling lies? It's really not the case!"
"Junior brother!"
Yan Feipeng stopped him again, but when he saw the doubts on the faces of Chang Yan and others, he could only sigh and let Lin Qi continue.
"I don't know all the names of the five true heirs of the Sword Sect, but the name of the leader is Pei Shi. If you don't believe it, just look it up."
Wang Chuxiao's eyebrows sank when he heard this. He knew a lot about the disciples in his sect, so naturally he didn't need to check.
Pei Shi is the third direct disciple of the Master of the Xuanjian Pulse, and is not well-known outside. Lin Qi has a low cultivation level and is a monk in the Wuji Immortal Sect, so it is impossible to have heard of him.
"senior?"
Chang Yan suddenly spoke up and asked.
Wang Chuxiao saw the respect in his eyes and knew that their identity was probably guessed by them.
He was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "What he said may be true."
As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the venue.
Chang Yan and Yin Lu looked at each other and saw the gloom in each other's eyes.
The true successor of Jian Zong has at least an out-of-body cultivation level, which is on par with the two of them.
Moreover, sword cultivators are the best at killing. Even if their cultivation level is lower than them, in terms of actual attacks, those five true disciples of the Sword Sect are probably more powerful.
Even they are in a state of death, how can they still survive?
Chang Yan thought of this and couldn't help but look at Wang Chuxiao, "Senior..."
