It was still dawn, so Xu Xiaofeng got up early, packed everything, and went to find Jiang Qinfeng. It was rare to get up early, so she planned to tease Jiang Qinfeng.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked to the young master's tree, I saw the young monk practicing sword in the forest from afar. He was dressed in white clothes under the dim sky light, and every move was smooth and elegant like a flowing clouds and water, like a crane dancing in the early morning, with feathers shining with wonderful light.

Xu Xiaofeng walked over and marveled: "Wow, I thought I was early enough, and you didn't sleep?"

"I just feel that I have been lazy in my practice today, so I just get up early to practice swords."

Jiang Qinfeng picked up a sword flower, smiled indifferently, raised his chin and signaled Xu Xiaofeng to look at the tree over there. The leaves were layered and the light and shadow were mottled. It was Xie Lingtan who was in the spirit.

"You two are diligent. Master Gongsun must be very satisfied with it after seeing it. I think everyone is in Kaihuang recently, and their interest in practicing has indeed been diluted by these wonderful mountains and rivers."

Jiang Qinfeng frowned and looked worried: "I went to report to Uncle Gongsun last time, and he said he would remind me, why is it still the same? I haven't seen Lion Gongxuan recently, and his lion is gone, where did the person go?"

"Oh, he is so pitiful. Tianwu Sect is responsible for patrol and alert. He is the son of the sect leader. He naturally has to set an example. After leaving the forest, he was sent to the border for patrol. I don't know if he would come over at such a grand auction? Speaking of such a big thing, you two are dedicated to practicing, but you don't know?"

Xie Lingtan also went down the tree and walked to the two of them. She also carried fresh dew in the morning, which smelled fresh and very pleasant.

"It happened to be the time, I called Yan Yiyun up and went to Zhaixing Tower."

Because the matter of selling paintings was hyped up by those who were interested, Jiang Qinfeng became a topic in Kaihuang again. As the saying goes, a fat person is famous for being fat and pigs are afraid of being strong. Jiang Qinfeng secretly put a hidden curse on himself to avoid attracting attention.

Unlike the simplicity and elegance of Kaihuang Realm itself, which advocates the decorative style of nature, Zhaixing Tower, regardless of whether it is magnificent inside and outside, has a very spiritual treasure realm. It is full of goldenness everywhere, which is very consistent with the theme of the auction.

Jiang Qinfeng thought that Xie Lingtan always had popular science for him. This time he did his homework and asked with a smile: "Brother Xie, do you know the origin of the name of Zhaixing Tower?"

He smiled and raised his beautiful face, his eyes raised, with a little smugness, his hair was slightly messy, and he was even more cute, making people unable to refuse all requests.

Xie Lingtan shook his head: "I don't know."

"Originally, it was full of lush forests. One day, a meteorite smashed a large pit. The fire burned for three days and three nights, and nothing was left. The Kaihuang people built a building here and worshipped the meteorite outside the sky here, so it was called Zhaixing."

Xie Lingtan stared at the light-colored lips that were opened and closed. His originally cold face was also made smile. The smile was not as bright as Jiang Qinfeng. It was a little lighter, like a dessert in midsummer, cool, but a little sweet.

He said, "You are so awesome."

"Ha, I really can't lie. I understand that you'd know if you had known this before. Oh, I'm worthy of being Brother Xie."

Xie Lingtan rarely showed a embarrassed look. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and made a thumbs-up gesture: "I do know, but you can see that it is also very powerful."

Jiang Qinfeng sighed, shook his head and muttered. The ponytail behind him shook like a small tail, and his pace accelerated and walked forward. At this moment, the crowd was in a stir, and the crowd squeezed out the wave.

Yan Yiyun was sleepy, but fortunately Xu Xiaofeng pulled him and almost fell to the ground.

"Here you come! It's Miss Chen!"

"Look at whether her brother is here!"

"Who is in this sedan?"

A spiritual treasure cultivator said proudly: "Our spiritual treasure beauty, Chen Baoshan, is also called Baozhu Fairy. She is born as beautiful as a pearl. Not to mention that she is famous in the spiritual treasure realm, she is very famous even in the entire cultivation world."

This fairy of the Pearl is gentle and timid and never sees people easily. Now she appears at the door of Zhaixing Tower. Everyone stretches their necks for a while, wanting to see the beauty's face.

At this moment, a disciple of Meng Lang, the Kaihuang monk rushed up: "Miss Chen, I have been asking for marriage many times, but you avoided it. You always have to give me an explanation! Today, you must come down to let me see you."

The people next to him whispered.

"That's the Kaihuang. I've long heard that the Kaihuang man doesn't know gentleness..."

"Hehehe, she was really forced out. Today we can also enjoy the eyes, right?"

Xu Xiaofeng is most unfamiliar with this kind of thing, and rolls up her sleeves and wants a hero to save the beauty.

"Don't be impulsive," Jiang Qinfeng stopped him and said firmly, "This is a Jindan monk."

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd again. It turned out that a young girl came out of the sedan chair with bright eyes and a willow figure. She only smiled slightly and made people feel rippling.

The arrogant Jindan monk was also shocked and stopped his arrogant attitude. He said politely: "Miss Chen, I..."

Unexpectedly, the woman smiled contemptuously and raised her hand to interrupt him.

"Luoer is just a little maid. You can't even tell the difference between this. You still want to ask for a marriage? Don't block the way and bring shame to yourself."

This maid looks arrogant and extraordinary, but she is just a junior in the middle stage of foundation building. The Jindan monk immediately lowered his face and slashed his palm in front of her.

"Don't be rampant!"

A figure flashed in front of the maid. Jiang Qinfeng had not seen clearly how the Jindan monk took action. He could only hear a sound. Chen Baohu, the brother of Fairy Baozhu, was knocked to the ground, covered his chest, his face was pale, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Qinfeng and Xie Lingtan, who were watching the battle secretly, looked at each other tacitly: The Jindan monk's fist move is really extraordinary, and just one punch is enough for Chen Baohu to eat a pot.

"Is this boxing technique a Ye Tong, Kaihuang's physical cultivation?"

As soon as this name came out, the Kaihuang monks present kept silent.

These two words are a taboo in Kaihuang Realm.

Seeing that the three people in Shangqing did not know the origin of this person, Yan Yiyun whispered: "His father is the Lord of the Blood Sacrifice Valley, and his mother is a female cultivator of Kaihuang Wanbing Forest. After being defiled, he unfortunately passed away. When the forest master Qing Lingyue saw that he was pitiful, he adopted him... He had a bad temper."

"Who do you say has a bad temper?"

Ye Tong was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, but he was not good at attacking the fairy who was as beautiful as a flower. He clenched his iron fist and attacked Yan Yiyun with a fierce move.

This time he was not so smooth. Xie Lingtan and Jiang Qinfeng resisted with their sword sheaths at the same time. The two sword winds were full of spiritual energy, and gusts of gusts of wind blew in front of the Zhaixing Tower. The weaker cultivator could not even stand.

"offend."

Jiang Qinfeng was very interested in Ye Tong's body movements, but he was willing to compete with him. He threw away a look of your aftermath for Xie Lingtan, drew his sword out of the sheath, and was young and energetic, dazzling.

Ye Tong originally disagreed with the Shangqing monk who came out of nowhere. He snorted coldly from his nose, Yunling made a move, clenched his fists, and made a move to cover the sun by a mountain.

The golden spiritual energy covered the fists layer by layer, solidifying into indestructible dark golden fists, and several sharp needles stretched out from the knuckles, which was extremely terrifying.

"It's still time to escape."

When the monks saw his cold face, they couldn't help but feel frightened. They thought that this was really the devil of Kaihuang. The misfortune of the cultivation realm. After raising Kaihuang for so many years, they still looked like a demon king in the world. The kindness of the Qingling Forest Lord really feeds the dog's belly.

This monk from Shangqing is going to suffer.

However, Jiang Qinfeng chuckled lightly, which was an extremely pleasant young voice. If he was in a flower building, the laughter alone would attract many lone women in the entertainment industry. But now, people always think that he is weak and can be bullied.

An amazing ball of ice blue light burst out from his body. The onlookers covered their eyes and dared not look directly at them. What a pure spiritual energy and a powerful aura.

Could it be that the lawless Ye Tong hit the iron plate today?

"brush--"

Since he trapped the Dragon Prisoner, he became more and more intimate with the Lingxin Sword, but the second-grade sword body can use the first-grade sword intent.

The next moment, the two figures were intertwined, and Jiang Qinfeng's sword wind cut off the sharp thorns on the golden fist gloves without any hesitation, as if pulling out sharp claws for a tiger. Then he flew away and cooperated with the sharp moves in his hand, which made Ye Tong unable to resist.

He was fast and his sword shadow was light. Most people could only see his eyes as cold as stars, his long sword like rainbow, and his white clothes like a training. He was such an outstanding Shangqing sword cultivator.

"Absolute, it's amazing. The figure of this little fairy is really amazing. How come she has never heard of such a charm?"

When Eunuch Zhang saw that his master had been in the sedan chair for a long time, he kept looking at the direction of the monk and immediately praised him accordingly.

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes said calmly: "A servant with a clumsy eyes, don't you see who is standing beside him. This monk is Jiang Qinfeng, a monk in the Tianwu Sect of Shangqing Realm who is known as the Snow Soul Young Master."

"Yes, yes, or the master has good eyesight," Eunuch Zhang asked again, afraid of slapping him in the mouth, "Will the master still see?"

The Emperor of Yan looked at Yan Yiyun without a trace, and the other party was still watching the battle situation with concern, without even realizing his existence.

He put down the curtain of the sedan chair and turned the jade ring on his hand: "There is nothing good to look at, it must be the Shangqing win. The auction is about to begin, go in."

Ye Tong didn't expect that a little monk would come out casually on Shangqing to be so powerful. He was so arrogant. He rolled on the ground and quickly set off his posture: "I can't use my fists here, we--"

His eyes suddenly stopped.

He hadn't looked at the person's appearance carefully when he was fighting. He looked at him, hey, what a handsome young man. He has always been fond of beauty, otherwise he would not have been able to do the impulse to stop people in the street.

Now, I'm just crazy.

Before Jiang Qinfeng could find that the spell of hiding his body had expired, he still advised him to turn back and say: "Young master, everyone is here to participate in the auction today, don't make trouble."

The little boy and the chicken pecked at the rice: "Okay, okay, it's OK."

An unexpected...successful?

Jiang Qinfeng thought it was quite relaxed, so he bowed his hand and said something about his concession, and turned around and was startled.

When did so many people gather around?

Inside and out, layers of people cultivate monsters, novices and powerful men, carriages and horses, all of which were the challenge of fasting to Jindan, and the even rare Snow Soul style stopped.

Jiang Qinfeng still didn't expect his spell to fail and just scratched his head: "This is all over, everyone will be disbanded, the auction is about to begin."

"Okay, okay."

Everyone responded quickly, but no one moved.

Jiang Qinfeng: "…Forget it."

He was about to turn around and leave when he heard a shout behind him.

The maid called him: "Zi Weishuang, Xue Yi Bingling, I guess you are the Snow Soul Young Master Shangqing. Today you stood up, which is a righteous act, which makes my lady admire him. I wonder if you can visit him after the auction?"

The person involved was still faint, and the people next to him were very excited. What kind of beautiful thing is this? Are they going to witness the conclusion of a good marriage together?

Before Jiang Qinfeng could answer, Xie Lingtan walked to him and naturally took his hand and said softly: "Isn't you leaving yet? Do you really want a hero to save the beauty and repay him with your body?"

Is this... jealous? It's so cute.

"good."
To be continued...