This whistle made Zi Ye's eyebrows frown, she seemed to have heard such a whistle somewhere.

Zi Shaofeng and Zeng Shuo couldn't help but glance at each other, both of them a little puzzled.

"Where's the whistle?"

"Who's supposed to be gathering people...... What can be in this capital? Zeng Shuo was also puzzled.

Zi Ye's eyes sank instantly, and he suddenly turned his eyes to look outside, and his heart was slightly cold.

This whistle is very similar to the voice of Ion Xuan's subordinates.

She remembered the sound of their contact with each other, the whistle.

It's just that for a moment, she wasn't too sure.

Regardless of whether it was or not, Zi Ye hurriedly settled Ruan Jun and flew towards the sky and the auction house.

Sure enough, the distance of the auction house was full of people watching the excitement.

In the open space in front of the auction house, there were crowds, all with their heads held high, looking at the noisy auction house, as if someone was robbing there, and the swords were ringing in unison.

As a place where there has been nothing to do for many years, once there is something, people are very excited to see the excitement, and they wish that things would be as big as possible.

After all, they were very curious about who dared to provoke this auction house.

As soon as the Purple Night arrived, the sound of continuous clothes breaking through the air instantly hit the ears, and like lightning, several figures flashed into the auction house like the wind.

In the middle of the hall in the auction house, tables and chairs flew together, and broken wood was broken all over the ground, and it was a mess.

In this mess, He Anshan and Lei Xing looked solemn and solemn, facing an old man in black clothes and white beard with two enemies and one enemy.

Whether it is with He Anshan or Lei Xing, they are all the cultivation of the peak of Shenxuan, but now that the two of them are working together, they have not been able to say that the opponent has repelled, how high can this old man's cultivation be?

In comparison, the old man in black clothes and white beard had a calm face, undisturbed, and the endless Xuan Qi spread to his hands in his body, and he Anshan Lei Xing on the opposite side fell into a state of stiffness.

But a discerning person can see at a glance that even so, this old man in black clothes and white beard obviously has the upper hand.

Because of He Anshan and Lei Xing at this time, fine beads of sweat were already on their faces, and they were obviously at a disadvantage.

On their side, Late Autumn was besieged by four or five men in Tsing Yi, although they had the upper hand, but they couldn't kill it for a while, and they suppressed it to the death.

And a man in green clothes was standing on the auction table with an angry face, and on his left cheek, the clear five-clawed golden dragon mark had swollen up.

At this time, he pointed at the late autumn with his fingertips, screaming hysterically.

"You've paid attention to me, young master, I'm going to be unharmed...... Small, hoof, young master, I don't believe I can't surrender you......"

Impassionedly, he was involved in the pain on his cheek, and he couldn't help baring his teeth in pain, and subconsciously covered his cheek.

"Little hoof, dare to hit me......"

The sound of clothes breaking through the air came instantly, which made him stunned for a moment, only to see several masked men in different clothes flying in, without saying a word, and pounced directly on the late autumn.

When he raised his hand, he had already stopped all the opponents around him in late autumn.

"Late Autumn Girl......"

Late Autumn twisted her waist and broke free from the siege in an instant, and her phoenix eyes looked at the man who was shining green.

"Bastard, see if I don't chop you ......"

The man's face suddenly froze, as if he didn't expect to get out in late autumn, and in a panic, he hurriedly fled to the old man in black clothes and white beard.