The third round auction price was finally set at the price quoted by Shen Jibai.

But there was no chance for the hammer in the auctioneer's hand to strike.

In the field, something unexpected happened.

A tall, slender middle-aged man appeared on the platform without warning.

"I didn't expect that it was really you." The man stood on the side of the coffin.

Like a mourner.

He ignored the shocked and uproarous audience.

His shoulders were slightly drooped and his head was bowed.

The middle-aged man did not wear a mask. He had heroic facial features, clear and three-dimensional, and his thick black eyebrows were like two sharp swords, slanting on both sides of his hair. His aura was flowing, and he was slightly unruly.

The man had a complicated expression and slowly stretched out a palm and reached into the coffin.

It seems that he wants to remove the covering of the face in the coffin.

But when his eyes touched the slightly withered face of the ancient corpse, his palms trembled uncontrollably, and he stopped stiffly.

He sighed softly, he didn't have the courage after all.

With a flick of his fingers, he picked up a scorching red lotus and placed it on the shoulder of the person in the coffin:

"It's too late...it's too late...I have allowed you to wander outside for so many years. Uncle Su will take you home right now."

Seeing the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared on the stage, Yingxiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his mind was in a state of confusion.

Although Shen Jibai is a genius with spiritual roots, his cultivation level is only Takumi after all.

He couldn't see and couldn't feel the breath of the man on the stage, so he calmly said: "What? Someone is here to ruin the place?"

"It's Su Guanhai...it's Su Guanhai of Taixuanzong! Why is he here! Why is he interested in a coffin corpse?" Yingxiu looked at the uninvited guest in despair.

Taixuanzong had always been on good terms with the Zhongyou Dynasty, and the only link was the marriage certificate between him and Su Jing two hundred years ago.

It's just that the engagement contract has long since been exhausted. Even if it could be concluded, the person Su Guanhai should care about should still be him.

Why would you appear in this filthy dark city just for a corpse in a coffin?!

He is the dignified leader of Taixuan Sect! The leader of the three realms!

"Oh? It's Sect Master Su? That's not surprising." Compared to Ying Xiu's shock, Shen Jibai remained calm as always.

He put away the doll in his arms, rubbed his brows tiredly, and said, "This coffin can't compete with him tonight. I think Palace Master Yin and Baili Yu should be here too, right?"

Although Shen Jibai is alienated from the world and indifferent to others, his temperament is extremely cultivated.

Although he was the crown prince of the Guyin Kingdom, he was never arrogant and treated the most respected person in the world with respectful words and honorifics.

But for some unknown reason, he addressed the Tianxi Sword Master by his first name without any trace of disgust and hatred.

I asked the auctioneer and maid on the stage that she had no idea what was going on.

The barrier around him had not been broken, but the man on the table showed no sign of his arrival.

In the Yu Tower, the guarding cabinet members roared with weapons in hand, and rushed to the stage like a tide, trying to capture the troublemaker.

The man in white on the stage felt noisy.

He raised his arms lightly, as if holding the sky and the earth, and his broad sleeves and robes blew a breeze.

The breeze was slightly warm, like the scorching wind on the grassland in summer, and the crowds surrounding him from all directions were blown away like smoke from cooking stoves.

The weapons in their hands and the masks on their faces turned to dust like sand, revealing countless frightened faces on a sheet of paper.

Su Guanhai's sharp brows and eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent, and his swollen sleeves were hunting.

He snorted coldly, but after all, he did not choose to commit suicide in front of this coffin.

He held the edge of the coffin with his empty palm, and the storm rose. As he exerted force on his wrist, the ancient purple gold coffin, which weighed a thousand pounds, was forcefully sucked up from the ground with a roar.

At this moment, a huge hole was suddenly torn open by the strong wind.

In the gap, a figure with lightning speed descended from the sky.

The figure was wrapped in a semicircle of frost and ice. Its huge and domineering aura made the space buzz and tremble, causing the entire ground and attic to tremble violently, as if a huge snow mountain was coming from the top!

The boots on the man's feet continuously hit the space and the strong wind, ice blossoms burst out, frost continued, and the friction between them made a sound like the vibration of an avalanche.

Finally, a pair of feet landed heavily on the edge of the coffin on the other side.

The purple gold coffin was lifted up with a loud bang and sank again.

Where the Wenjun Platform came into contact with the ancient coffin, dozens of slender cracks quickly spread, and ice dust particles like silver shavings spattered from the intersection of the cracks.

At the auctioneer's shrill scream, she was knocked out in the swirling smoke and the barrier that suddenly collapsed into countless fragments of yellow light.

Su Guanhai looked at the ancient coffin embedded motionless between the countertops under his palm, as well as the intact body inside the coffin.

He looked helpless and said: "Brother Dufeng, are you going to fight over this?"

Ying Xiu looked at Shen Jibai with a complicated expression, his expression was very different.

Shen Jibai was actually right.

After Su Guanhai, Yin Dufeng, the master of Cangwu Palace, also came for this purple gold coffin?!

Then does the father also...

Ying Xiu was extremely confused, and became more and more anxious about the identity of the person in the coffin.

Even if we take a step back, if that person is really his brother and has inherited the purple blood of Zhongyou, no matter how noble his status is, how can he attract these two people to come out together?

Looking at Shen Jibai's appearance of knowing all the past events, Ying Xiu had the illusion that he was an outsider.

"Who wants to fight with you?"

The master of the palace, Yin Dufeng, picked his nostrils angrily and looked at the ancient corpse in the coffin with a sullen face.

There was a bit of disgust in his eyes: "Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen this boy. With such a thin and weak physique, I really don't know how my daughter can look at him."

Although Yin Dufeng has an elegant name, he is actually a complete cutter.

Although he, Su Guanhai and Sword Master Yu are both the Taoist leaders of the three sects, he is one of the strongest thousand-year-old immortals in the world.

But just from the appearance, there is no trace of immortality in him.

He has a rectangular face, a straight nose and a wide mouth, thick hair and thick eyebrows, giving him the appearance of a tough man.

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His demeanor and demeanor were miles apart from Su Guanhai's.

Su Guanhai smiled slightly, and the palm of his hand suddenly fell into place. The huge atmosphere of the burning red lotus behind him surged up, dispelling the cold frost of the other party. The stamens of the crimson fireworks gently flicked and stretched towards Yin Dufeng's feet.

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"Since Brother Dufeng doesn't like him, why bother to fight for his love? After all, this child is also my favorite. Now it's the best for me to bring him back to Nanze."

Yin Dufeng looked at the fire spreading under his feet, his brows furrowed, his feet shook, he leaped up, stepped hard, and an imaginary snow mountain rose up from the sky!

He stood on the top of the snow-capped mountains, his eyebrows as thick as black silkworms were tightly knitted, and his expression was as majestic as the anger of the God of Thunder.

"Don't do this! This short-lived brat died in your Taixuan Sect back then! Take him back, do you have the qualifications to do so?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Dufeng held in his hand a ball of brilliance that was as chilling as the stars. Between his hands, the entire Yu Tower was like a cold winter. The hundreds of lanterns on the tall building were glowing under the extremely cold atmosphere.

Toppled and destroyed.

His spiritual power poured down from his palm, like an upside-down glacier waterfall, covering the purple gold coffin.

In an instant, thick frost condensed around the ancient coffin, and the spiritual power in the ice flowed, and outsiders were not allowed to touch it!

Su Guanhai breathed out slowly and said, "If Su remembers correctly, it was you, Brother Yin, who turned this child away back then, right?"

The three sects have been in harmony for more than two hundred years, but in private, the relationship between Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng has not been too bad.

He used to call him Brother Dufeng, but if he changed his name and called him Brother Yin, it meant that he was gradually getting angry.

Yin Dufeng said with a sarcastic smile: "Do you think that by bringing this ancient coffin back to Nanze, you can cure your Heiwazi's soul-leaving syndrome?"

When he heard the title Hei Wazi, Su Guanhai's eyes became even more angry, and his words were also quite sharp:

"Even if I give this coffin to you, Brother Yin, is it possible that Brother Yin really dares to take this coffin to his little niece? If you really want to unravel the backlash of the oath of heart calamity that you made back then, you might as well put in more effort.

Go and look for the ashes of the ghost master Zheng Siyan. After all, that was Brother Yin who you personally chose as your son-in-law."

Yin Dufeng, who has always been simple and straightforward, has never defeated Su Guanhai, a sinister guy, in quarrels.

When he heard the name Zheng Siyan, he flew into a rage, like a cat with its tail plucked: "I think you, old boy, have itchy skin!"

He turned his hand and shattered the snow-capped mountains beneath his feet.

Mountains are collapsing, snow is splitting, and the city is about to rush!

The avalanche of rolling rocks made everyone at the scene feel as if they were actually there, transformed into fine sand in the turbulent snow-colored river between the vast sky and the earth, and were pitifully swallowed up and wrapped by the powerful and overbearing aura.

Disaster!

This is the four-character description that emerged in everyone's minds at the same time!
To be continued...