The spiritual consciousness that Han Shi exudes now, in the Shi clan, is also called Shi Zhi, which means the knowledge of stone cultivation, which is characterized by being extremely hidden, and its fluctuations are almost none, as if sneaking in the dark, ordinary monks, can not detect the slightest.

This white-haired old man had already reached the cultivation level of the middle Yuan Infant Period, and Han Shi's move was as if he was acting under his nose, but he also evaded the detection of this old man's spiritual sense.

In box 26, the person who bought the animal skin was a monk surnamed Sun, who was cultivated in the middle of Yuan Dan and was the head of the Sun family.

Different from the thousands of years of inheritance of the Yue family, this Sun family is the latest family to rise in Changhai City in the past hundred years, and in this Changhai City, it is quite eye-catching.

Legend has it that the Sun family migrated from other cities, and some people say that the Sun family had a grudge against others in order to avoid the enemy.

As for the ranking of the Sun family, it is also the affirmation of its strength by the Treasure Pavilion, but in the past few years, the Sun family has been low-key, not as good as before.

With the end of the auction, everyone slowly dispersed, and after Yue Peng handed over the spirit stones, the broken sword was immediately delivered to Han Shi.

Fingers stroked gently, feeling the breath of the broken sword, Han Shi had a smile on the corner of his mouth, patted the storage bag, and put the broken sword into the storage bag.

Han Shi and Yue Peng and Yue Lin slowly followed the crowd and walked out of the auction hall.

When Han Shi and the three of them just stepped out of the auction hall, the indifferent gazes of the surrounding audience shot in, which made Yue Peng's heart sink suddenly, and the thing that worried him the most still happened.

With the ability of the City Lord's Mansion, it is not difficult to find out that the No. 23 box is the Yue family.

Hundreds of zhang away, there are three figures lined up, among them the blue-shirted monk standing with his back in the middle, in this Changhai City, only the baby who is waiting to be fed does not know this person, as long as it is a cultivator, they must live under its shadow.

This person is the city lord of Changhai City, Zhang Mubai, in his hands, he leads the powerful force of the city lord's mansion.

Zhang Mubai's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of Yuandan, and he is only a little short of condensing Yuanying, and for a hundred years, he has been the number one master in Changhai City.

The white-clothed monk does not know many people, but as long as he knows the details, he will not be jealous of him.

This person's name is Xu Chen, he has always behaved elegantly, and he has the style of a scribe, and this person's cultivation is not much better than Zhang Mubai, and he has also reached the Yuandan Great Perfection.

And the purple-haired man, named Purple Mountain, knows a lot of this person.

If it is said that the most hated person in this city lord's mansion is Chen Longguan, and the most frightening person is Zishan.

Chen Longguan is arrogant and domineering, but this purple mountain is cruel and vicious, once he offends him, he will be directly killed, and his ferocity is no less than that of Chen Longguan.

There are countless people who secretly hate Purple Mountain in their hearts, but this Purple Mountain's cultivation is extremely strong, and he has reached the peak of the late Yuan Dan period, and he is only one step away from becoming the third person of the City Lord's Mansion to become the third Yuan Dan Great Perfection person.

With such a strong strength, coupled with the support of the City Lord's Mansion behind his back, in this Changhai City, almost no one dared to face this purple mountain directly.

Among the three, Zhang Mubai and Xu Chen still had calm faces, while Zishan's eyes revealed undisguised killing intent, looking at the green-shirted monk named Han Shi.

Although this person is not weak under Xu Chen's description, he is disdainful when he is watching Zishan, and even has a trace of dissatisfaction with Xu Chen.

As early as Zhao Zhigang died at the hands of Han Shi, he had a heart to kill this Han Shi, and today, this person will definitely die.

"Brother Xu, is this person that Han Shi?"

"Exactly, Xu Mou still said that, this person is better to be a friend with him, not an enemy, even if he can't be a friend, don't offend this person too much, otherwise, the city lord's mansion will lose its soldiers. After Xu Chen sent out his spiritual thoughts, he turned his head to look at Han Shi, and there was a look of banter in his eyes.

Zhang Mubai's face was cloudy, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Han Shi waved lightly with one hand, "The head of the Yue family, please take a step forward with Yue Lin, and when Han finishes the matter here, he will naturally return to the Yue family." ”

When Yue Peng heard this, his eyes showed gratitude, "Brother Han take care." ”

With a slight clench of his fists, he picked up Yue Lin, and quickly galloped away backwards, and soon disappeared.

Zishan's face was gloomy, his eyes showed disdain, he didn't care about the sudden departure of the Yue family, as long as he killed the person in front of him, the Yue family was just a nest of rat ears, and he would kill him if he said he would kill it.

A purple flame suddenly erupted from Zishan's body, quickly enveloping it, like a burning man, his feet kicked violently, and the whole person swept past like a meteor.

The sound of the wind was like a sharp sword cutting through the cloth, and its momentum was majestic, and it crashed towards Han Shi.

"Open the mountain. ”

Zishan shouted angrily, and its sound was like thunder, and it spread in all directions.

Hearing its sound and seeing its momentum, everyone gradually felt powerless in their hearts, so powerful that they could not resist.

Under the impact of this purple meteor, Han Shi's figure looked extremely small.

Han Shi's right hand slowly moved, its rhythm was like pushing water into waves, and in the palm of his hand, a touch of green intent extended.

With the improvement of the realm of Han Shi, the seemingly ordinary Rolling Stone Fist has gradually begun to show its extraordinary side.

As early as when Han Shi practiced this technique, he already knew that the ultimate technique of this fist was called Broken Chen.

With a single punch, the sky and the earth shattered, and the stars shattered without a trace.

At this moment, he turned his fist into a palm, and with the technique of stacking waves, he gently slapped it.

A chuckle flashed at the corner of Han Shi's mouth, and the whole person exuded the lightness of the wind, and the speed was like flying, heading towards the flame meteor.

The right palm is extremely slow, and there seems to be a mountain pressing on it, which looks extremely dignified.

The figures of the two turned into two arcs in mid-air, one purple and one green, and in an instant, they collided together.

Just when the fists of the two were about to touch, suddenly, a white-haired old man appeared between the two, and his momentum was so sudden that it seemed to be there, and the white-haired old man stretched out his hands and took over the attacks of Zishan and Han Shi respectively.

The two slight dull sounds quickly dissipated, and Zishan and Han Shi flew back a few feet in the air before they could stand up.

Zishan's face changed, and he said with a wry smile: "Senior Ruan, how can you be interested in coming here." ”

A hint of caution flashed in Han Shi's eyes, from the beginning, it was no coincidence that the white-haired old man's gaze always swept over the twenty-third intentionally or unintentionally.

His palm, originally with the intention of killing this purple mountain, was taken by the white-haired old man, not only took it, but also had the stamina to fight back, which was extremely strong, making him scramble for a while, and it could be resolved.

This palm made Han Shi even more sure that the white-haired old man was undoubtedly a Yuanying monk.

"Zhang Mubai, this place is not far from the auction house, are you planning to demolish my old man's auction house?"

The white-haired old man's face was gloomy, and he didn't pay attention to Zishan at all, but looked at Zhang Mubai, his eyes were burning, and he didn't show any mercy because of Zhang Mubai's identity.

Zhang Mubai Lang laughed, clasped his fists and said, "Since Senior Ruan has spoken, this matter will be suspended for the time being." ”

Zhang Mubai's eyes were indifferent, and he instantly scanned the audience, and the people who looked at him couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look again.

After taking a deep look at Han Shi, his figure turned into a flying rainbow and galloped towards the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zishan glanced at Han Shi fiercely, turned into a purple light and left.

Xu Chen smiled at Han Shi, did not fly into the air, but turned around and strolled away.

Han Shi was silent for a while, and after arching his hand towards the white-haired old man, he galloped away in the direction of the Yue family, for this white-haired old man, Han Shi always had a sense of vigilance in his heart, and before he knew the purpose of this person, it was better to have less contact.