Chapter 277 Wanhua Palace

"The golden feathered robe... was made by Master Lian Fangzi using snow silk mixed with gold thread... It is thin and light. If a slim lady wears it, she will look like a goddess descending from heaven..." On the stage, Director Ying Xu laughed obscenely, and a maid walked onto the stage wearing the golden feathered robe.

Han Yi looked around and saw that the pretty maid looked like she was wearing nothing in the golden feathered robe. Large areas of snow-white skin were exposed, barely covering three vital parts.

After the golden feathered robe was displayed, the rich young masters in the hall quickly raised the price like crazy.

These rich young masters who like to have fun the most, practice martial arts, which is hard and tiring, can be hired with money anyway, so they are not interested in practicing martial arts, but they are very interested in this strange way of playing.

Even the old man on Han Yi's right, who was over sixty years old, had a flushed face and was breathing rapidly. He kept holding up a sign and bidding.

'Isn't this the so-called women's sexy underwear in the previous life... and the goddess of heaven...' Han Yi was a little speechless, but he still watched patiently. There was no way, the auction was not over yet, and he hadn't paid him yet!

"Double-headed jade glass... one thousand taels starting price..."

"Seven-fragrant red jade crown..."

As Ying Xu announced the curtain, rare antiques and treasures were brought up one by one. Han Yi was dazzled and learned a lot.

"Double dragon pattern fish jade pendant, please look at it, this is a good thing just thrown out of the soil, and it hasn't even had time to wash off the mud smell. It's a real boutique..." Ying Xu laughed and asked the servant to take out a jade pendant from the red box behind and put it on the red cloth.

'Dig out of the soil? Burial objects? ’

Han Yi’s heart moved. He had an idea before. He wanted to see the source of this Yin Qi and whether he could find an additional channel.......

At this time, Ying Xu carefully picked up the jade pendant and took out a candle to shine on it.

Under the bright light, the jade pendant has a soft texture, round and delicate, delicate and smooth, with a faint red color.

The most important thing is that Han Yi looked at the jade bracelet, and a gloomy and cold breath came out of it.

"Can I take it down for appreciation..."

He wanted to say something.

Bang!

Suddenly, the tightly closed red lacquer door in the hall was pushed open by brute force from the outside.

"Who is it!"

"Stop!"

Near the door, a group of guards from Yingjiabao stopped him.

Although this auction was not a secret, large-scale auction, it was reasonable to at least give face to the host, Yingjiabao, and just barge in...

"Stop, or we will fight..."

A young man from the Ying family, who looked like a small leader, put his hand on the scabbard at his waist.

Bang!

But before he finished speaking, he kicked it away, and then a scabbard swept in from outside the door, hitting the chests of several guards like lightning.

Bang bang bang! ! !

In an instant, several guards blocking the door were swept out, fell to the ground, screamed in pain, vomited blood, and saw that they would not survive.

"Sister Ying, walk slowly, don't let the things on the ground dirty your feet."

A tall man with a handsome face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in a black suit, walked in quickly, nodded and bowed, and spread the red cloth in his hand on the ground.

"Well." A cold response.

A veiled woman in a white dress stepped lightly on the red carpet and walked in slowly with light steps.

The woman's figure was curvy and her waist was slender. The white dress perfectly highlighted her two slender and round thighs. She wore a pair of white silk gloves on her arms. Under the veil, a pink petal mark could be vaguely seen between her eyebrows.

"Sister Ying, I heard that the clues to the Jade Scale Sword Luan Biao were found here..." The man smiled flatteringly and respectfully welcomed the woman in.

"Find the things quickly, this little place is too boring..." The veiled woman said calmly, her voice was like a crisp yellow warbler, and like a frozen spring on a snowy mountain that has not melted for thousands of years.

"Yes, Sister Ying!" The man still responded with a lackey-like look.

Then, he turned around, his face solemn, and shouted: "Everyone is not allowed to move when doing business in Wanhua Palace!"

The difference in attitude from being respectful at first to being respectful later was so great that it made people smack their lips.

He was full of vigor, his voice was like a huge bronze bell, and his loud shout shook the candlelight in the corner of the hall.

This was a martial artist who had entered the Jin realm!

In addition, he killed several guards with one move, and everyone was shocked.

Ying Xu's face on the stage in the hall changed from sunny to cloudy, and then from angry to happy. He suppressed his anger and smiled respectfully: "This martial artist, I don't know why you came to my Yingjiabao auction. If my master knew about this news, he would definitely welcome you."

Although he didn't know why this strange martial artist suddenly broke in and what he was doing, he didn't come with good intentions, and good people didn't come.

His words were both soft and hard, meaning that this was our Yingjiabao's territory after all, and it was also backed by martial artists.

"Your master? Who do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself with me!" Unexpectedly, the tall man was furious after hearing this.

He was extremely fast, like a black phantom, disappearing suddenly. The next moment, he appeared on the stage with the sharp sword in his hand placed across Ying Xu's neck.

"It seems that you are the person in charge here...Tell me, where does the green scale sword technique come from?!"

This Ying Xu was just an ordinary martial artist who knew a few basic kung fu skills. He had never been kidnapped before, and yet a martial artist attacked him.

He was covered in hair, and he felt like an insect that could be crushed to death at any time, and he didn't dare to move. Sweat slowly seeped out, slid down his cheeks to his chin, and dripped down. He was so itchy that he didn't dare to scratch it at all.

"I, I don't know..." He cried sadly, but still suppressed his fear, adhered to the professional ethics of the auction, and did not immediately expose the privacy of the guests.

He was waiting. He had already sent someone to notify the family head just now.

"Huh?" The tall man used a little force in his hand, and the sword slightly penetrated his flesh, "Say it, or don't tell it!"

"My lord, my lord!" Ying Xu even trembled a little as he spoke. He felt strands of blood flowing out of his neck, and the coldness of the sword seemed to penetrate all over his body.

He finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and looked at where Han Yi was sitting.

The world is big and life is the biggest. He is just a subject arranged by the family to host the auction. He is not a dead soldier. There is no need to fight to the death to keep outsiders secret.

Even if the auction gets a bad reputation and causes dissatisfaction, that will happen in the future.

The man understood instantly, kicked Ying Xu away with a flick of his sword, and slowly walked up to Han Yi with the bloody sword in his hand.

"Boy, tell me, where did you get the Jade Scale Sword Technique? Luan Biao, was it you who killed him? All of you have been recruited honestly. If you hand over Luan Biao's relics, this matter will be settled."

"Luan Biao?" Han Yi looked calm, "I don't know him. I just picked up something on the road and put it up for auction, that's all."

"Don't you know?" The tall man looked at Han Yi condescendingly, "That Luan Biao is a wanted criminal in my Wanhua Palace. Boy, I think you are still young and have a long life ahead of you. Don't make the mistake... .”

"Oh, I can take it that you are threatening me?"

Han Yi's face remained calm, but his heart became gloomy. Luan Biao was just a robber he met by chance. Unexpectedly, other forces were involved.

Wanhua Palace, he just learned some information from some rumors, this seems to be a quite powerful force.

But this force is not Pingzhou force, but is located in Yunzhou adjacent to Pingzhou. It is said that most of the disciples are women. No matter how many things happen, I don't know.

"Ling Feng, are you okay? Don't wait and ask him if he has seen Bi Liuli." The aloof woman at the door urged with a cold voice.

After hearing this, Ling Feng smiled ferociously, raised his sword and pointed it at Han Yi: "Boy, I will ask you one last time. Tell the truth about Luan Biao's whereabouts, time, place and relics, otherwise... ..”

Blood flowed along the sword body, to the tip, and then slowly dripped onto Han Yi's forehead.

"I don't like being pointed at by swords." Han Yi spoke seriously and interrupted him.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he suddenly felt the hairs on his pores standing on end, as if his whole body was being stared at by some kind of terrifying beast. He was frightened, and blood flowed from his feet as he dodged backwards with all his strength.

boom! !

A palm with scorching power directly shredded his protective force and pressed on his forehead with a bang.

It’s over!

This was the last thought that crossed his mind.

Click, click, click!

In the middle of the hall, the auction venue built with wooden walls shattered directly, and countless broken wood exploded on him, creating a large number of bloody holes in the blink of an eye.

Han Yi continued his trend, grabbing Ling Feng's head with one hand and slamming it against the stone wall behind the wooden wall.

boom! ! !

A large hole was directly sunk into the hard stone wall, and Ling Feng's entire head and even upper body were firmly embedded in it. His brains and blood spilled all over the floor along the hole.

Tsk la...

Han Yi slowly pulled his hand out of the depression and wiped the blood on Ling Feng's clothes.

"I said, I don't like people threatening me, and I don't like being pointed at a sword."

He said seriously.

This Ling Feng, no matter how powerful the power behind him is, no matter how powerful he is, there is no reason to kill innocent people at will, not to mention, he dares to threaten him.

This is the way to death.

Everyone in the hall was scared to death. This was a Tongmai martial artist, and he was crushed to death so easily?

For a moment, they all doubted life and suspected that they were hallucinating.

"And you..."

Han Yi turned around, stuck out his tongue and licked the blood splashing on his lips, and looked at the woman named Senior Sister Ying at the door.

At this time, Senior Sister Ying's face was a little dull, as if she had not yet recovered from the shock of Ling Feng being beaten to death instantly.

Unknowingly, the ease and ease in her body, like the cold temperament of a snow-capped mountain beauty, disappeared silently.

Although Ling Feng is a first-level martial artist, she is stronger than Ling Feng. She is the first to enter the second level, but her strength is limited. After Han Yi's capture just now, even she can't face that strength and speed. Not immune.

Just by looking at this move, she knew that the person opposite was at least a second-level martial artist with the same level of strength as her, and he was one of the strongest and most powerful second-level martial artists.

"This... Sir... This is a misunderstanding..." She tried to force out a smile, "My name is Chunying, a disciple of Wanhua Palace. This time I visited your place to carry out a wanted mission in the palace..."

Although her usual personality is cold and arrogant, and she is also known as the beauty of the snow mountain in the palace, special treatment is required in special times, and different attitudes should be adopted towards different people.

Speaking to people in a human way and speaking to ghosts in a ghost way is the kingly way of survival in this era.

Only by being flexible and tactful in dealing with things can one be at ease in the world and have the last laugh.

"Oh, your name is Chunying, it seems that you are not sad... Don't you care about the death of your junior brother at all?" Han Yi said slowly and walked towards her.

Everyone quickly made way for him wherever he passed.

"Sir, you don't know... Ling Feng is not a disciple of Wanhua Palace at all. He just pursues me because I am beautiful..." Chunying's scalp tingled. She stared at Han Yi who was walking towards her and stepped back involuntarily.

She was not really sad. Ling Feng was the most loyal and powerful one among her many lickers. Therefore, she let Ling Feng follow her on this trip that was said to be a mission but was actually a trip to the mountains and rivers.

But she had no feelings for Ling Feng. What she liked to do most was to deal with many men, play with them in her hands, and throw out some benefits from time to time to make them jealous of her and bleed, such as watching Ling Feng get jealous and conflict with other men.

However, I didn't expect that, according to reason, it was just a simple mission, the mission was secondary, and sightseeing was the main thing...

According to the intelligence of the peripheral forces of Wanhua Palace in Pingzhou, the 'Bi Lin Sword' Luan Biao was just a blood refining warrior. The two martial artists thought that it would be easy to capture him, a piece of cake, and easily gain a credit, and then take back the Bi Liuli and get an opportunity. Unexpectedly, they met such a fierce man in such a remote place...

"Bi Liuli, what is that? Why do you chase it so hard and run so far?" Han Yi pressed on step by step.

"Sir, old man Le Shou is a retired old man in my palace, and the Bi Liuli is also an item in the treasure house of my Wanhua Palace. I don't know when he was secretly taken out, and finally, it was robbed by the thief Luan Biao who killed innocent people and came to the door. That's why we came from afar to search..." Chun Ying took two steps back, his face tense.

"Treasure house? Green glass? What's the use of this thing?" Han Yi stared at Chunying closely, and the dragon energy flowing through his body was like an invisible flame, bringing high temperature to the surroundings.

"This... Sir, this thing is a treasure in my palace. I, I don't know..." Chunying bit her lips slightly and hesitated.

"Oh, you don't want to tell me?"

"Sir, this is a secret in the palace. Even if my father is the elder of Wanhua Palace, he doesn't know the details..." Chunying has retreated to the door of the hall.

"Oh, are you threatening me?"

"Chunying dare not, Chunying, absolutely not..." She lowered her head, and seemed to be trembling because of fear.