The king will never go to court

Chapter 17

"What exactly happened in Fenghua Tower? Deacon Zhang, please give us a reasonable explanation." Feng Haishen, the elder of Jiuxia Pavilion, just glanced at Zhang Bailin, seeing that the energy and blood in his body were swollen, he looked away.

Just as Feng Haishen stepped forward, he was interrupted by Zhang Bailin coughing, "Today's auction in Fenghualou has ended, please stop Elder Feng."

Zhang Bailin moved, and an afterimage appeared in front of Feng Haishen, blocking his way.

Immediately, Feng Haishen's face froze, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly, "Deacon Zhang, you can stop me?"

"Of course I can't stop Elder Feng, but this is Fenghua Tower, not your Jiuxia Pavilion, please respect yourself."

Although an afterimage was shattered by Feng Haishen, more than a dozen afterimages appeared continuously between the two of them, finally forcing Feng Haishen to stop.

"You Fenghua Building is so sneaky, you must be hiding something that you dare not see, right?" Someone in the crowd clamored.

For a moment, the people on the street were aroused and rushed towards the front of Fenghua Building.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Bailin waved his right hand, and more than a dozen Fenghualou guards stepped forward, the soft swords around their waists emitting a cold light, instantly extinguishing the blood that had just been aroused.

More than a dozen long swords that were about to be unsheathed extinguished the blood that had just surged in everyone's hearts.

Fenghua Building is not just a simple auction, they also support a group of martial arts masters, who specialize in collecting rare treasures from all over the world.

"What's wrong?" Feng Hai snorted coldly, "You Fenghualou want to fight our Jiuxia Pavilion?"

"How is it possible? Our Fenghua Building is only open for business, but we also have rules for opening our doors for business. Not everyone can break this rule." A tall figure slowly walked out of Fenghua Building, who was the one who received distinguished guests on weekdays. Qingwan girl.

"So it's Miss Qingwan, I wonder what your host's plan is?" A middle-aged man in Yulong Hall in the distance shouted loudly.

Everyone gathered in front of Fenghualou, naturally they couldn't give up easily, everyone was waiting for Fenghualou to give a satisfactory explanation.

Qingwan's pretty face turned cold, and her eyes coldly swept the direction where everyone in Yulongtang was.

"Who are you? How dare we ask our landlord to explain to you?"

A cold light suddenly appeared, and a guard pulled out the soft sword at his waist in an instant. The light of the sword pierced the sky and reached the neck of the middle-aged man just now in an instant.

"Wait a minute! Miss Qingwan please be merciful. My disciple is just anxious." Finally, Sima Tai, the third elder of Yulongtang, stopped hiding in the crowd, walked quickly to the side of the middle-aged man, and pulled him back .

He also didn't want to directly conflict with Fenghualou because of a trivial matter. After all, Yulongtang and Fenghualou were both in Bohai City, and they didn't see each other when they looked up.

"Elder Sima, please discipline your disciple well. If I hear him disrespecting my master in the future, I will definitely not forgive you lightly." Qing Wan waved her hand, and the guard leaped forward and disappeared in an instant .

In the blink of an eye, she returned to the shadow behind Qingwan.

In the box on the second floor of the opposite tea shop, Lu Zhenshan saw this scene, his eyes widened, "It turns out that Fenghua Building is really hidden, I didn't expect an ordinary guard to be a third-rank warrior."

Luo Jing put down the brush in his hand, and glanced at the just-finished painting on the table, it was the moment when the guard appeared and disappeared, it was vivid and vivid on the paper.

Wang Pingan looked at the person in the painting, nodded and said, "Junior Brother Luo's painting skills are getting more and more proficient, but I don't know how much of the charm of this third-rank warrior can be preserved?"

"At most [-]%!" Luo Jing stretched out his right index finger, and said with a wry smile, "I can only blame myself for being too weak. Fortunately, Senior Brother Lu didn't really make a scene at the auction venue, otherwise the three of us might not be able to get out of Fenghua building."

Lu Zhenshan was distracted, and when he heard Luo Jing's words, he patted Luo Jing's shoulder in embarrassment, and said bitterly, "Well, senior brother knows, he will definitely practice more frequently in the future, so that junior brother won't worry about us."

On the third floor of Fenghua Building, two rows of guards stood quietly on both sides outside the alchemy room. The innermost ones were two old men in black, whose faces were hidden under the black cloak.

But no one in the entire third floor dared to act presumptuously in front of the two of them. Even the alchemists who were always arrogant, the purple-robed old man and the blue-robed old man stood very cautiously on one side, far away from the black-clothed old man.

"Why are these two old guys here?" The purple-robed old man looked nervous, afraid that he would be noticed by the black-clothed old man.

"Cut, can the two of them not come? The landlord has come here in person! It seems that the boy in the pharmacy made a lot of noise." look away.

The pharmacy was originally the territory of the two of them, and the two of them wished to be as far away as possible at this moment.

In the pharmacy refining room, a young girl in a blue skirt fluttered, with a plain colored brocade belt tied around her waist, she was tall and slender, with extremely outstanding looks, like a jade beauty.

The girl covered her face with a blue veil, frowned slightly, and quietly looked at the young man sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace.

She never thought that it was her temporary interest, but this young man caused such a big commotion.

The embarrassed Wang Ensheng walked back and forth anxiously, and asked his highness what was going on and if something would happen.

Facing the beautiful young girl beside her, and her incomparably powerful aura, he didn't dare to take a breath under pressure. In the end, he held his loyalty to his master, wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked softly, "The landlord Girl, our son, he"

"He's fine." The girl in the blue skirt spoke softly, without any disturbance.

Wang Ensheng just saw Xie Wufeng's frown and the bulging veins on his neck and face, and felt even more anxious, but he was helpless.

Just when the major families in Bohai City sent people to investigate the situation, the "Broken Vein Pill" refined by Xie Wufeng was finally released, and he swallowed it without hesitation, and ended up forgetting about the condition of his current body.

"It's an old problem again."

The last time I fell ill, it was when the secret art of "Reincarnation" was perfect, and I lost my life because of playing.

Xie Wufeng, who had just swallowed the "Broken Pulse Pill", spit out a mouthful of blood, so he had to sit cross-legged and adjust his breath.

At this moment, the girl in blue skirt, the owner of Fenghua Building, knocked open the bronze door of the pharmacy, and floated down in front of Xie Wufeng, quietly watching the boy in front of her.

"There is really someone who can successfully refine the Pill of Breaking the Pulse, but I didn't expect it to be such a young boy." The blue skirt girl looked at the girl who was about the same age as her, and looked at him curiously, completely ignoring Wang Ensheng who was waiting anxiously.

"Quiet."

Feeling disturbed, the girl in blue skirt waved her hand, and a gust of wind slapped Wang Ensheng directly on the bronze door.

A breath directly locked his mouth, making Wang Ensheng unable to make a sound.

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