Today is a day when the official lady can rarely go out to play unrestrained, and the women in the city heard that he was coming to Tianxing Pavilion, and they all tried their best, or eagerly looking for traces in the crowd, or pretending to be cold and wanting to show their differences, some lowered their heads and looked up to peek, and some were shy to cover their faces with fans, revealing a style of wanting to talk.

"I spent a lot of money to buy the news from the informant, and it is true, yesterday...... He had indeed arrived outside the Xueji City Tower, and the Tianxing Pavilion had the treasures he needed, and he would definitely appear in the Tianxing Pavilion tonight. A woman in a gold silk brocade skirt hid her face and whispered to another woman in a smoky butterfly dress, and the smugness on her beautiful face was revealed.

"But I heard that he seems to be at the end?" The other woman had suspicion on her face, it was obviously a message from the secret building, could it be fake?

"Cut, I'd rather believe it if it's there or not, besides, the informant I was looking for, the news is absolutely not wrong, even... You know exactly what kind of woman you like!"

And the other women around her, whose usually extremely weak sense of hearing, suddenly became sensitive when they heard the name, and they rushed to the woman who had just spoken, and for a moment the golden silk brocade was torn to pieces, and the woman who had just been complacent had her hair in a mess at the moment, so she was not embarrassed.

Lin Xiangwan and Zi Su were squeezed back by the crowd, and the corners of her mouth twitched. What what, who's back, and what's in the Skywalker?

So Lin Xiangwan hurriedly pulled Shisu away from the group of ladies who had lost their minds, bypassed countless silk satins, and walked to a corner where there were no people and waited quietly, silently waiting for the opening of the auction conference.

Suddenly, from the fifth floor of Tianxing Pavilion, gongs and drums shook the sky.

The drum was beaten, and the audience in the hall, which was still in full swing just now, was silent.

After beating the drum twice, everyone's hearts were boiling.

The drum was beaten three times, and it seemed that the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping swept through the entire Tianxing Pavilion Banquet Hall - that was the monstrous battle intent burst out by countless masters. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath in unison, and they didn't dare to come out.

Lin Xiangwan and Zi Su stood on the east side of the far east side of the inner hall, she pulled Zi Su's shirt slightly because of nervousness, to her surprise, Zi Su's face was calm, it was a perseverance she had never seen. Even on her body, there is such a momentum of a battle, Lin Xiangwan silently looked at Zisu's bright face, but in the end she didn't say anything, pulled her clothes tighter, and then set her eyes on the stage.

Suddenly, a man dressed in red turned over from the second floor, and the red clothes drew an arc in the air, but he landed firmly on the other side of the center of the temple, red and black constitute the main color of the temple, but his red clothes are very coordinated with the entire palace.

"A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. In the next heartless, on behalf of the Tianxing Pavilion welcome all the knights to come, not much to say, the auction conference is about to begin, I wish you all the knights to find their favorite, full of returns. He said loudly, the voice was not loud, but the people present heard it clearly, and their hearts were clear, this is a thousand miles of transmission with strong internal force, it seems that the inside of Tianxing Pavilion is also Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The words were concise, without any dragging in the slightest, and everyone looked at the unintentional eyes with obvious appreciation. And he called the people present chivalrous, which made many deep boudoir women secretly excited, as if they had become one of those chivalrous warriors.

Zi Su's body trembled slightly when she saw Wuxin, Lin Xiangwan looked at her, her eyes fell on Wuxin, and she hooked her lips slyly. She really hasn't seen this like Shisu at all.

At this time, Zi Su looked at the unintentional on the stage in a daze, not noticing Lin Xiangwan's inquiring gaze and knowing smile, the emotions revealed in her eyes were very complicated, there was helplessness, there was longing, and more guilt.

At that time, she had already decided to stay with Lin Xiangwan, and at the same time took the initiative to take over the task assigned to her intermittently - to collect all the information of Xue Ji, she could have stayed in the secret building to take other commissions with Wuxin, and the two sent commissions together, but she still pretended not to see a trace of injury flashing in Wuxin's eyes, and refused his retention and resolutely chose to stay by Lin Xiangwan's side and be her maid.

In a flash, it's three years.

Unintentionally waved his sleeves, and a woman also wearing red came up holding a wooden tray, and a red cloth was covered on it.

Half of the people present couldn't help their curiosity, and they didn't care about their identities, so they craned their heads and stretched their necks to look at the temple, hoping that a gust of wind would blow away the red cloth.

The other part of the people focused on the woman in red, although she was dressed in a neat and neat men's dress, but the outfit could not hide her bewitching figure, but it made many men present fascinated and drooled, but the woman ignored everyone's eyes, and what could make her heart only the treasure in her hand was in her hand.

Seeing this scene, he just smiled calmly and introduced to everyone: "This red cloth is covered with the color head of this competition." The rules are very simple, all the knights on their own stage to compete, who can stand on the temple platform in the end and not fall, is the winner of this lottery. All victories and defeats, regardless of life and death, will be known on the temple. He walked up to the woman, holding the sword in his hand and raised it slightly, the red cloth was lifted into the air by the sword qi, and everyone looked at the wooden pallet, and their hearts were shocked.

For a while, there were whispers in the banquet hall, and the atmosphere was warm.

"I'm not mistaken, is that Baipi?"

"Tianxing Pavilion is such a big hand! ”

Of course, there is another voice.

A man whispered, "Artifact Baipi, it looks like I'm going to see blood tonight." ”

"Tianxing Pavilion is not afraid of being found in trouble?"

"What do you know, who is the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Pavilion, and he will be afraid of such things?"

Lin Xiangwan's gaze was fixed on the dagger, the handle of the dagger was probably a delicate and smooth green and white jade, with a soft luster, and the outer sheath of the dagger had a simple and mysterious dragon pattern, and it was also inlaid with transparent sapphires. At first glance, you can tell that it is not ordinary.

"Artifact?" Lin Xiangwan turned his head slightly and looked at Zisu.

"Miss, don't you know? The definition of the artifact is actually the belongings of the gods in the Canglan Divine Ruins, although it is said that the Canglan is destroyed, but the artifact is scattered in the four kingdoms for some reason, and it has traveled for thousands of years, and it is impossible to find!" Zi Su briefly thought about the information about the artifact she saw in the secret building, and explained.

As the largest intelligence agency, the secret building has received a variety of commissions, among which there are also sky-high prices to find artifacts, but the possibility of completing the commission is not high, and the intermittent is just for the secret agents of the secret building to take a casual look, when the accumulation of information is just that, the real commission about the artifact, in fact, there are really few.

"As the knights said, this is a powerful artifact, sharpening iron like clay. Wuxin smiled, and then spoke: "Then, the knights who intend to win the hundred pi will come up!"

As soon as Wuxin's words fell, a voice came from afar: "It's ugly!" A young swordsman jumped up to the palace, his strength was lined with his slender and straight, his sword eyebrows were bright, and his expression was proud.

"Is that Murong Fei, a rookie swordsman?" The women who had just fallen in love were also excited in their hearts at this time, and when they saw the famous Murong Fei appear in front of them, they couldn't help but blush with excitement.

Murong Fei is the swordsman at the top of the last swordsman ranking, although his strength cannot be compared with the intermittent sword god who is known as the sword god, but he has also climbed to a height that ordinary people can't reach, and his appearance is not bad, so he is famous on the continent of the Shang Dynasty.

"I'm coming!" Not long after Murong Fei ascended to the temple, a heroic voice like a bell came from afar, and everyone looked for it, it was an old man with white hair, but the immense aura on his body made everyone present secretly frightened.

"It's the old-timer Pang Wuji!" "The swordsmen with a little seniority all know the old man in front of him, Pang Wuji is the winner of the martial arts competition a few years ago, in terms of qualifications and strength, it is definitely incomparable to Murong Fei in front of him, many people think that Murong Fei should suffer a loss now, and the women who admire Murong Fei secretly cheer for their dream lover Murong Fei.

Murong Fei first pretended to bow to Pang Wuji humbly, and then held the shuriken, the sword light was reflected in the bright light, there was a chill, Murong Fei was slightly lucky, and the sword qi surged out, and stabbed at the old man in front of him mercilessly.

All of a sudden, the situation is about to erupt!

The master has a good move, clean and neat. The two of them first passed more than a dozen moves, and for a while they were evenly matched, and the movements of the two were so fast that the people present were dazzled. Suddenly, Murong Fei smiled slightly, mobilized the internal force in his body, soared into the air, waved the sword in his hand and slashed downward, the tip of the sword whistled downward, falling rapidly like a meteorite, Pang Wuji encouraged him to parry a move.

The people present with a little eyesight could see it, and with this hand, they knew that the old man was definitely not the opponent of Murong Fei in front of him.

Sure enough, Pang Wuji gradually fell behind, and Murong Fei's moves became more and more, with endless changes, and the speed of his moves became faster and faster, and finally picked the big sword in the old man's hand, the big sword was raised, and then fell on the ring, deeply embedded in the palace, and the palace opened a gap, which was enough to see Murong Fei's amazing strength.

"Seeing the smile, the seniors agreed to concede. It's really better than blue. Although he arched his hand towards Pang Wuji, the smugness and pride between his eyebrows could not be hidden. Pang Wuji was already embarrassed when he was defeated by Murong Fei, and when he heard the sentence that blue is better than blue, his old face turned red, and there was a look of shame between his eyebrows. In the next few competitions, Murong Fei won all the challengers who went to the temple by a huge margin, which was more than enough, and countless challengers all stepped down in disgrace.

After winning more than a dozen games, Murong Fei's momentum became more arrogant, and his language became even worse. But his swordsmanship is superb, and for a while, no one dared to challenge him again, and the people who targeted Bai Pi were nervous, not only did they not want Bai Pi to be won away by Murong Fei like this, but they also hoped that someone could frustrate his sharpness, because his arrogant tone was really unpleasant.