After the storm, everything calmed down again.

Yaohui Academy is still the familiar forest. Han Fengxue waved her palms, and her seemingly slow movements were extremely mysterious. Each palm brought a leaf. The leaves brought by the palm wind rotated rapidly, rising slowly in a spiral shape, with the palm force spitting slightly, and the leaves turned into ashes.

Looking at the leaves disappearing in the air, Han Fengxue whispered: "The power of martial arts that can only be practiced in the autumn wind fallen leaves palm, the martial arts that can only be practiced in the realm of Wuzong is indeed a resounding response. Although it took three months to master it, it was worth it. Then, it is time to start learning another set of martial arts."

In the Imperial Capital Auction House, a large group of people gathered together to look at the list posted on the pillars outside. There was an item form on the list. This is because the auction house deliberately listed it every day to let everyone know the items to be auctioned that day. In this way, you can have a little idea of ​​whether the items auctioned today are valuable to you and decide whether to stay. Of course, the items listed on the list are not absolute, because sometimes someone just sent the auction items and did not have time to record them on the list.

Han Fengxue came into the crowd and browsed today's auction.

"Holy Light Gun," Seeing this, Han Fengxue's eyes immediately lit up, and then she walked into the auction house.

Taking out the VIP card given by Huayan four years ago, Han Fengxue went directly to the second floor and came to a private room. Through the window, you could clearly see the situation outside from the private room, and Han Fengxue remembered that she could not see the situation inside the private room from the outside at that time.

After the auction began, Han Fengxue saw Uncle Hua’s familiar figure. Uncle Hua did not change anything, but still looked gentle and calm. As the auction proceeded, one auction after another was auctioned off.

Finally, Hua Yan, wearing a fiery red robe, walked out. Compared with that, Hua Yan was a little less immature and more mature. Now she has a more popular figure. Her devilish figure and an angel-like face are too lethal to men. As soon as he walked out, he immediately detonated the audience. Cheers were bursting with cheers. Uncle Hua followed her, holding a long box in his hand and smiling bitterly. There was no way, the beauty's attraction was great.

"You are kind to the little girl, I won't say much. The items sold this time are the finale this morning. The spear used by the powerful Sky Knight - the Holy Light Gun. The sharpness and strength of the gun have been tested. An ordinary third-level knight can break through purple gold with it."

"Huh," the noise sounded, and the people in the hall were ready to move. The imperial capital auction house was the first to be credited and could not deceive the people who came to the auction, so everyone had no doubt about Hua Yan's words, and were amazed at the sharpness of the gun.

Uncle Hua opened the box. In the long box, the silver-white spear lying there was a trace of metallic luster, and gusts of cold air overflowed. This was the special temperament of weapons that had long-term blood-drinking.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Hua Yan smiled. She was very satisfied with the result. She continued: "The auction is now on, there is no reserve price."

"100,000," the first person to offer a high price of 100,000 purple gold coins.

"Ten hundred and twenty thousand," a voice gritted his teeth, obviously the 120,000 had already made him pay a lot of money.

"130,000, 140,000..." The price continued to increase. Han Fengxue sat on the soft chair and looked at everything below comfortably, and he was not in a hurry.

"I, Zhang Ye, I bid 200,000 yuan, who can compete?" An arrogant voice sounded from the private room opposite Han Fengxue, causing the people in the hall to stop quoting.

"Damn it, it's this bastard again. Every time he relies on the support of an earl's father to suppress others' quotes." Someone in the hall said angrily.

"Who told someone to have a good father? Not only will he be able to reduce the price, but if anyone dares to compete with him, he will definitely be retaliated by him." A person next to him replied.

Hua Yan and Uncle Hua on the stage also frowned. It was obvious that they were not unfamiliar with the owner of the voice.

"Well, this sound seems a bit familiar." Han Fengxue thought, "It was him, he was searching for something without any effort. Is Zhang Ye? It was you who robbed my knight's martial arts last time, the son of Count Zhang Hao." Han Fengxue sneered in her heart.

"Twenty-one thousand," Han Fengxue said in a lazy quote.

"Puff," the sound of slapping the table came from the opposite side. Obviously, Zhang Ye didn't expect that someone would really dare to compete with him. The people in the hall were also a little surprised. Seeing the sound coming from the private room on the second floor, they were so happy that they watched the excitement.

"Twenty-five thousand," Zhang Ye's voice became a little cold.

"Twenty-six thousand," Han Fengxue continued to quote.

“Three hundred thousand,”

“Thirty-one thousand,”

In the box opposite, Zhang Ye's hawk eyes narrowed and said to the tall and thin man beside him: "Senior Ren, let's see you next." The tall and thin man was the one who fought with Han Fengxue four years ago.

"Don't worry, the third young master." After saying that, he flashed out.

In the end, no one continued to increase the price, and the morning auction ended here. Han Fengxue laughed in a low voice and said, "I didn't expect that in addition to obtaining the Holy Light Gun, I could start practicing martial arts Moonlight Gun, I also fell a fish."

When he came to the backstage and saw Han Fengxue coming in, Uncle Hua was stunned for a moment, then he was happy and smiled and said, "It's Brother Xuefeng. I haven't seen him for a few years, and I almost can't recognize him." Four years ago, Han Fengxue had a very deep impression on Uncle Hua, otherwise he would not be able to recognize Han Fengxue.

Hua Yan thought about it a little in her mind, then came up and smiled at Han Feng and Xue Yanran, "Brother Xuefeng has been four years since the first time. I thought you had left the imperial capital."

Han Fengxue smiled and said, "Uncle Hua, Miss Hua, don't be safe."

Several people exchanged greetings. When Uncle Hua asked about Han Fengxue's study at Yaohui Academy, a trace of contempt flashed in Hua Yan's eyes, and was caught by Han Fengxue. His evaluation of Hua Yan was reduced by a layer of time. Therefore, he was a little lukewarm towards her, which made Hua Yan, who was extremely self-esteem, very unhappy.

"Brother Xuefeng, you say you are a technician, so why are you auctioning the Holy Light Gun?" Uncle Hua asked in confusion.

"I'm not hiding Uncle Hua, in fact, I'm not only a technician, but also a samurai, but my level is relatively low."

Uncle Hua gave him a clear smile.

But Hua Yan next to him smiled softly and said, "Brother Xuefeng, I advise you not to practice warriors anymore. Originally, the technicians did not have enough time to practice cultivation, so it would not be worth wasting time there."

Uncle Hua frowned slightly, "What is this? On the surface, it seems that he is kind enough to persuade Han Fengxue to concentrate on practicing technicians, but it is not difficult for smart people to hear the implicit meaning in the words. It is obvious that even technician Han Fengxue cannot practice well and he also practices warriors."

Han Fengxue smiled and said, "This is not the only thing Miss Hua has to do, I have my own plans."

Just then, a welcome lady came in and said to Hua Yan: "Miss, Miss Leng is here."

Hua Yan was happy and said with a smile: "Go and invite her here."

Then he looked at Han Fengxue and said, "Brother Xuefeng, one of my cousins ​​is here. Speaking of which, you are still in the same journey as you. She is studying in the Technician Academy and has already cultivated the Technician Sect. I don't know how good Brother Xuefeng is, do you want me to introduce my cousin to you?"

Uncle Hua's brows frowned even more violently.

Han Fengxue didn't say anything, but just smiled faintly. There was no need to argue with a girl.

Not long after, the welcome lady led the beautiful woman in Bingbing. When she saw the visitor, it was Han Fengxue's turn to be stunned and thought to herself: "The world is really small, you can meet this." The visitor turned out to be Leng Qiuyan, who had already met Han Fengxue twice.

Hua Yan smiled and went up to him and said, "Qiu Yan, hello, I haven't seen my cousin for a while."

Leng Qiuyan didn't hear Hua Yan's words. From the beginning of entering the door, her eyes never left the young man who had humiliated her twice. Although he was defeated twice by Han Fengxue, Leng Qiuyan didn't blame him, because it inspired her to practice harder and her strength improved faster. Therefore, the look she looked at Han Fengxue was complicated, and even she herself didn't understand what it was.

Seeing this scene, Hua Yan's smooth little hand shook in front of Leng Qiuyan and said, "Qiuyan, you know Brother Xuefeng."

"Your name is Xuefeng," Leng Qiuyan then reacted, and then said to Hua Yan: "Cousin, I do know him."

Seeing Leng Qiuyan say this, Hua Yan wouldn't understand that Leng Qiuyan had seen Han Fengxue for the most, but she must not be familiar with her. She smiled and said, "I happened to introduce you to you just now."

"Haha, no need to introduce it. Miss Leng is such a coincidence. I didn't expect to see her here. I wonder if the lady is okay when she comes in." Han Fengxue smiled tepidly, as if she had seen a friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

"I have been hit by you twice, and now I have finally achieved some success." Leng Qiuyan actually showed a rare smile, and she smiled at each other to eliminate grudges.

"Qiu Yan, you just said that you were hit by him. Could it be that Brother Xuefeng's cultivation is better than you..." Hua Yan asked Leng Qiu Yan.

"He is a monster, and I have no comparison with him. Four years ago, I believe he is only one step away from the Tech Sect." Leng Qiuyan shook her head and said helplessly.

"Hungry," Hua Yan and Uncle Hua next to him opened their mouths. Uncle Hua was fine. He always had a high opinion of Han Fengxue, but Hua Yan felt her face burning with a burning burning moment.
Chapter completed!