I can go back to the mysterious age

"Yeah?"

Ka Xiu laughed twice and wiped his chin. It is not appropriate to continue this topic. It would be better to take a look at the auction.

It is now about 1:30 in the afternoon, and a pale golden halo shines on the countertop through the high window, and the marble floor is somewhat reflective.

There was a smell of women's perfume in the air.

There were neither too few nor too many people coming to the auction, and all of them were in suits and leather shoes, looking very smart. There are also some wealthy people who are leaning on walking sticks, hugging their gorgeous female companions, and narrowing their eyes slightly.

It seems that certain collections are inevitable.

before the auction officially begins.

There were waiters wearing black and white vests walking slowly and elegantly through the aisles. Each one of them was a selected young man with a tall and straight body and a handsome face. Some arms were holding a tray with drinks on it steadily, with a white cloth hanging on their wrists.

Some held a plate of manuals and put them down with a smile at every occupied position. There was nothing wrong with their expressions and manners.

Ka Xiu casually ordered a cup of black tea, then picked up the manual that everyone had and read it. These seemed to be freshly printed papers that smelled of ink and came with pictures.

Below the picture is the antique serial number information and reserve price.

He flipped through it casually and quickly found those unknown antiques related to ancient ruins. His fingers stopped, and there was a cross sword on the page. His eyes paused for a moment, and he turned the page again. The next article was a picture of Coupan's Box.

Ka Xiu closed the book and saw Feng Liusi next to him closing his eyes to rest, probably still adapting to controlling the power in his body.

Turning to look at the high platform, the auction has officially begun.

From the beginning of the serial number, antiques have been moved from the backstage to the front. The professional auctioneer introduced the detailed background, and after that, the customers who were interested in antiques were asked to bid.

Card Xiu crossed his arms across his chest and paid no attention to the continuous bidding on the seats nearby. Until half an hour later.

"The next collection to be auctioned is a cross sword. The specific age is unknown, but it is certain that it is quite old. The overall length is 1.19 meters and the blade is sharp. This cross sword came from an elderly collector in Mingshan City. Auction, the base price is 10,000 federal coins," the auctioneer said slowly.

"If you are interested, you can start..."

Immediately, some sword enthusiasts on the circular seats began to bid. However, the magnitude of each improvement is not high.

"Ten thousand." "Ten thousand." "Ten thousand." "..."

In a remote corner, Kaxiu didn't pay attention to the sounds that came one after another in his ears, but the words of the auctioneer echoed in his mind: "It comes from an elderly collector in Mingshan City..."

Mingshan City.

He has been to this place.

Mingshan Jinghu.

Alfama Mountains.

There, Kaxiu met the direct blood clan, entered a ruins deep in the mountains, and obtained the rune of wisdom by accident. Could it be that the ruins are really related to the secret story of Nandou?

He had doubts when he saw the mural on the first day of the antique exhibition, and now the emergence of certain evidence seems to make it more certain. However, this information is not enough for the time being.

Ka Xiu waited patiently, and it took a while. The Spiral Eye Sword was photographed by a middle-aged man in a suit.

Not a secret martial practitioner, nor a dark creature.

He just looks like an ordinary person.

I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble later.

However, it is not ruled out that ordinary people may be behind the control of the Blood Spirit Guild organization and manipulated as a shadow puppet.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Soon, Coupan's Box appeared on the auction block.

"Twenty thousand."

A young man with brown hair in a gray suit was the first to bid. He placed the finished drink on the counter in front of him.

"Thirty thousand."

Near the seat where Ka Xiu was, an old gentleman with elegant manners spoke. Otherwise, his voice would fall.

Many people were interested in speaking.

The price of Coupan's Box quickly reached the level of 100,000 yuan.

In this era, the purchasing power of federal currency is still amazing.

A minute later, the bidding continues.

The price of the magic box has reached 300,000, and the number of people competing has dropped from double digits to five. Ka Xiu glanced at these people slightly, not knowing who was standing behind them.

finally.

The price of the magic box was raised to 700,000, and it was snapped up by an old man with a goatee. On the high platform, the auctioneer knocked the hammer.

"Seven hundred thousand! Congratulations to No. 9..."

Bang bang bang! ! !

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion in the venue. The bright yellow flame expanded, and a heat wave swept across it. The glass on the window shook, and unsurprisingly it shattered and fell all over the floor.

"Ahhh..." "Run!" "Terrorist attack!!!"

Suddenly there were screams in the venue. The upper-class people who were wearing suits and leather shoes, moving calmly and elegantly all looked panicked. Some did not hesitate to abandon their female companions and run away alone, while some were crouching with fear on their faces as their two bodies fought.

When facing life-threatening danger, his true nature is exposed.

Whoosh!

Outside the wall where a hole was blown, a rocket roared in and exploded with a bang. A large crater was opened on the marble floor, and flaming gravel flew.

"Who did it?! You can't help it anymore?"

Ka Xiu reached out to his chest with one hand, pinched a metal piece that shattered and rushed towards him, and said with a gloomy look on his face.

This situation was beyond his plan. He expected that the Zhongmen Organization and the Blood Spirit Society would have to wait until the auction was over before taking action. As the organizer, Cloud Dog Fist is also a force that cannot be ignored. Whoever strikes first on its territory will be targeted.

Others peeping in the dark can reap the benefits.

But, the current situation is.

There really was a stupid guy who went straight to it.

"The sect organization, the Blood Spirit Society, is brave enough."

On the other side, the same remote corner. The black peacock wearing a black wide-brimmed hat stood up suddenly, his eyes sharp and deep.

"What's the meaning!"

He subconsciously turned his head and looked not far away, where there was also a scarlet gaze looking over. The two made eye contact.

They all seem to be saying: "I didn't do it..."

At the same time, outside the circular square, in the shadows.

The Gate Organization and the Blood Spirit Society, who had been waiting since the morning, heard the explosion coming from inside.

"Ahem, cough, what's going on?"

In the darkness, a man with three knives at his waist looked red, coughing and frowning and asked.

"There were unplanned circumstances."

Next to him, Zi Jiang, who had always had his eyelids drooped and was always listless, suddenly opened his eyes: "After all, the plan can't keep up with the changes..."

"Just do it!"

"Do it!" Sword Ghost frowned slightly and agreed.

Suddenly, silhouettes of people flashed past in the originally narrow and quiet alley nearby, and the sound of hurried footsteps gradually spread.

Tulip Antiques Exhibition, in the conference hall.

A man in a black tuxedo walked out of the remote shadows. He was slender and skinny, and his skin was as white as a dead man. There is a hat on his head, and the hair hanging down from his forehead is red, very much like the color of blood.

"lotus……"

The black peacock lenses of his glasses were slightly reflective. He looked at his temporary collaborator: "Someone took action before us..."

Lian walked over slowly and said in a cold voice, without any warmth, "So, I'm going to take action too."

The soles of his stepped feet touched the hard ground, and a large stream of blood-like viscous liquid suddenly poured out of his pants.

Wrap its feet, and then wind all the way up like a vine. Calves, thighs, torso, hands.

Even the final head.

In an instant, Lian turned into a blood-red weirdo. He took another step forward, and more blood poured out of his body, secreting it crazily on his body surface. This liquid with a special sweet aroma accumulates more and more, accumulating layers like armor. Let this slender body swell up.

It takes three or two breaths.

It turned into a blood-armored man with a height of two and a half meters.

The surface is painted like rubber, and blood vessels like things at the joints are exposed, which are as thick as a thumb. The edges of the shoulders have a ferocious outline, with inexplicable shark-like jagged spikes.

He is bound to win Coupan's Box! ! !

Bang!

The marble floor suddenly collapsed, forming a spider web of cracks. The blood-armored man transformed by Lian, the president of the Blood Spirit Society, disappeared from the place and leaped away from top to bottom. The terrifying acceleration turned into a red afterimage, like a cannonball.

He rushed forward violently, and a sound like a sonic boom came from the air in the room. Lian grabbed the Coupan's Box placed on the high platform.

The process is incredibly easy.

The attackers who rushed in from outside the hole in the wall were still on the way, and the security personnel near the high platform were knocked away one by one.

Did you get Coupan's Box in such a confused way?

Before everyone could react.

Boom boom! Boom boom! Boom boom!

There was a violent explosion on the entire high platform, and it seemed that there were many high explosives buried underneath. Groups of terrifying orange-red flames expanded and exploded, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder smoke and intense heat.

The flames stacked together to form a mushroom-like shape. Almost half of the hall was swept away at once.

The figure of the blood-armored man was naturally swallowed up completely, and he immediately disappeared. This seems to be a premeditated trap!

"Hahaha, I'm finally excited! The Blood Spirit Society!"

Suddenly, outside the hole that occupied most of the wall. Two strong figures rushed in, their auras were quite powerful. In front of him was an old man wearing white training clothes, white hair, and a glowing face. The one behind him is a strong man with gray hair, and his two bronze arm muscles are like cement piles.

The so-called terrorists who had just attacked the conference hall with rockets stopped one by one and stood respectfully beside them.

Yes, this is a self-directed show.

It was Thom, the leader of the Cloud Dog Fist Sect, who personally made the decision, even if it destroyed half of the exhibition hall and damaged the reputation of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition. It is that tone that practitioners of secret martial arts strive for.

They deliberately set traps and fish for law enforcement. Quietly waiting for the forces who have other ideas about this Tulip Antiques Exhibition to take the bait. What the two of them hoped for most was that Blood Spirit would be unable to hold on any longer.

The reality is, it is.

The white-haired old man Auro looked at the blazing fire, and his face was a little hot from the heat. He turned his head sharply and glanced at the circular seats, where there were still about one-fifth of the guests scattered here and there. Some of them were so frightened that they almost cried out in fear. Others were inexplicably calm, as if they were about to make a move, and were not frightened at all by the movement just now.

"Master, there must be remnants of blood spirits hidden among these people. Why don't they all stay and torture them one by one."

The white-haired old man said coldly with cold eyes. They Yun Quan are not afraid of a so-called upper class person in the city. Besides, they were just investigating, not kidnapping or killing.

"Well, arrest all the people who are different from ordinary people in the crowd. Don't let any one go. They must be tortured." The gray-haired man's eyes moved. He didn't know when a box appeared in his hand. It looked like gold but not gold. , looks like wood but not wood.

It’s Coupan’s Box!

"I'm afraid this thing is quite precious and has great uses..."

"Those who want to own this box must know its purpose." Tom, the leader of the Cloud Dog Fist Sect, squeezed it slightly. It seemed easy, but in fact he used great strength. Even a box made of ordinary steel will be twisted and deformed by the pressure of fingers.

However, Coupan's Box did not react at all. The sun shines from behind, and the surface of the magic box shines with a purple light.

There is an inexplicable feeling of magical temptation and attraction.

"Seal the entire place! No one can be let out!"

Oro shouted loudly, and immediately a large number of Cloud Dog Fist disciples rushed out from all directions. Cooperating with the security personnel on the surface, the entire Tulip Antiques Exhibition Hall was sealed with water from the front, back, left and right. Plus there are many people outside the circular square.

The power at the bottom of Yun Dog Fist is incredibly strong.

There were seven or eight boxing masters who showed up, all with powerful auras, and there were also many gunmen carrying heavy firepower.

They surrounded the building like making dumplings.

"A group of rats hiding in dark corners were finally caught all at once!" Oro had anger on his face, as if he had been suppressing it for a long time and was planning to do it himself. Behind him were a group of Yunquan disciples carrying firearms, which gave him a sense of oppression.

Before they could take action, footsteps suddenly came from the burning high platform. Auro realized something, looked over in disbelief, and clenched his fists almost subconsciously.

In the bright yellow flames, a figure slowly walked out.

It was completely charred black and did not look like a human being. The surface of the body was filled with holes burned by the explosion flames, and there was a crackling sound of grease.

But this monster refused to die. It seemed to be holding a broken bottle of potion in its claws, and the glass fell to the ground from between the fingers.

"Hahaha... I knew you wouldn't be killed so easily!" A black figure appeared in the distance like a bat.

The black peacock appeared near the high platform at some unknown time. He had a dangerous aura on his body and looked towards a remote corner with burning eyes.

"What? Are you too scared to show up?"

"Don't be ridiculous, it's you who should be afraid..."

Among the crowd, three strong figures stood out. The momentum is surging, giving people the illusion of a tsunami.

At the same time, fighting broke out outside the antique exhibition hall.

The two rushing figures were extremely conspicuous, as if they were the hottest and brightest candles in the darkness, with murderous intent boiling over them.

Stupid!

A bright sword light roared through the air.

While chopping up several people on the path, he slashed through the wall and plowed an exaggerated mark on the marble floor of the hall.

Oro glanced at the terrifying sword light that passed him by, and then at the five powerful auras rising in the hall. He silently retreated to the door owner Tom and whispered.

"Master, why don't we withdraw first?"

"Things seem to have gone a little bit off schedule..."