In the venue, tens of thousands of cultivators gathered into a human stream and poured into the space channel in a mighty force. Only a few people remained sitting in their original seats, indifferent.
Among them were the brothers Wu Qi and Yan Feipeng.
"Junior brother, what are you still standing there for? Go!"
Yan Feipeng urged softly, but saw that Wu Qi did not turn around. Instead, he pulled his sleeve and said, "Brother, look quickly."
Yan Feipeng subconsciously looked up and immediately saw the city lord Wen Zizheng flying down from the private room upstairs, followed by two women.
Why does the profile of one of the women look so familiar?
Xiang Sheng's five senses were so sharp that she immediately sensed that someone was looking at her, and immediately lowered her head to look back.
Yan Feipeng was immediately delighted when he saw his face.
It turned out to be Senior Shen!
Before he could even say hello, he saw the other person's eyes suddenly become cold and his expression froze.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he immediately lowered his head, while at the same time holding down his junior brother's head and turning his eyes away with him.
Naturally, Xiang Sheng’s actions could not be hidden from “Wen Zizhen”.
He glanced at them coldly, and when he saw Yan Feipeng and Wu Qi, he quickly looked away, pretending not to see them.
The two ants that had formed the Dan stage must be old friends of the female cultivator behind him.
Under normal circumstances, he would have killed without hesitation. But now he had to act in a low-key manner to avoid complications.
Thinking of this, he rolled up his sleeves and passed Yuan Jing and Xiang Sheng behind him. He quickened his pace and flew into the space channel in an instant and disappeared.
A moment after the three of them left, Yan Feipeng looked up cautiously and saw that Xiang Sheng and the others were no longer above his head. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and released his hand that was pressing on his junior brother's head.
Wu Qi rubbed the back of his head, which was painful from being pressed, and hissed softly: "Senior Brother, you don't have to be so cruel. When I saw Senior Shen wearing the clothes of an attendant, I knew that she definitely didn't want to reveal her identity."
"Then why are you still staring at it?"
Yan Feipeng glared at his junior brother, glanced around the now empty auction venue, and his expression relaxed slightly.
"Alright, this Tianlong Emperor's Tomb is definitely not something we can get involved in. Let's leave now."
Wu Qi nodded repeatedly in response, then followed Yan Feipeng out of the auction stone building.
At the same time, in the No. 1 private room, there were still some disciples of the Wuji Xian Sect and Piaoxue Palace with relatively low cultivation levels.
Each party left behind an elder to look after them, namely Yin Lu and Chang Yan.
Seeing that most people in the venue had left, Yin Lu stood up with the help of his cane, glanced at Tang Yin and the 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, "Where did Senior Brother Chang Yan live before?"
Chang Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard the word "senior brother".
Previously in Dongzhou, Yin Lu was the master of Baihua Valley, and he was just an elder in Qianxing Palace who was in charge of Jiantian Mirror. The status of the two was very different.
After arriving in Xizhou, he and Yin Lu each became an ordinary disciple in the three major sects. There was no difference in their status, so they were addressed based on their age.
And he happened to be only one month older than Yin Lu.
Yin Lu must have felt helpless when he heard the word "Senior Brother".
Yin Lu saw Chang Yan's expression and knew what he was thinking. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Brother, why are you laughing?"
Chang Yan quickly suppressed his smile and said, "Don't blame me, Junior Sister Yin, I was just thinking of some past events.
Previously, Jiang Yi and I had been staying in Room 1 of the Xianchen Inn. The mountaintop residence is spacious and has plenty of vacancies. Junior Sister Yin, why don't you stay with us so we can look after each other?"
After hearing this, Yin Lu's expression relaxed slightly. He didn't argue with her and nodded, saying, "That's exactly what I meant."
After the two of them finished talking, everyone went downstairs.
Tang Yin followed Chang Yan and recognized Wen Yi standing at the stairs at a glance. She had been stopped by this man several times when she approached Yuan Jing's courtyard before.
"Isn't this person Wen Zi's true confidant..."
Tang Yin stared at Wen Yi's extremely gloomy face and felt puzzled.
The City Lord's Mansion made a fortune in this auction, so why is this person unhappy?
Although she was puzzled, she had no intention of exploring the matter. She quickly looked away and followed the crowd out of the stone building.
But at this moment, two people suddenly walked in quickly from outside the door and bumped into the two sects' disciples head-on. One of them had a pale face and was at a loss, while the other was pale and trembling like a sieve.
"Wen Yi" noticed the movement, looked up, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
These two people are Yan Feipeng and Wu Qi.
Chang Yan and the others naturally noticed something was wrong and immediately stepped forward to ask, "Young friends, why are you so flustered?"
Lin Qi, however, did not listen to Chang Yan's words, and kept muttering "It's over, it's over..."
Yan Feipeng was his senior brother after all, so he was calmer and quickly regained his composure.
He looked up and glanced at the attire of Chang Yan and the others. He was immediately startled and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Are you the seniors from the Wuji Xianzong and Piaoxue Palace?"
When Lin Qi heard this, he was shocked. "Two major clans?"
But soon, he panicked again: "It's useless! If it weren't for Senior Shen's intervention, wouldn't the five true disciples of the Ten Thousand Veins Sword Sect have also died?"
"Junior brother!"
Yan Feipeng quickly spoke out to stop him, but he 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, came back to his senses instantly and looked over.
Chang Yan frowned, "Have you met a disciple of the Myriad Veins Sword Sect?"
Lin Qi was suddenly stared at by so many people whose cultivation was several times higher than his. He felt his scalp tingling, his lips were out of control, and he couldn't answer.
He subconsciously grabbed Yan Feipeng's arm.
Yan Feipeng took a deep breath, stepped forward to block his fellow apprentice, and said with a fist clasped:
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