"Humph!"
A cold snort was intentionally emitted from Liu Xiao Hu's throat. When he saw Su Yi being obstructed, he could not help but feel extremely pleased in his heart.
Merciless West was also helpless. An invitation could only allow one person to enter. He had spent a lot of effort on this invitation. It was too late to get another one.
"Forget it. Brother, you go in. I'll go back and wait for you."
Su Yi was disappointed that he couldn't enter the auction, but there was nothing he could do.
"Get out of the way if you don't have an invitation. Don't block the way!"
Liu Xiaohu said. With a group of experts from the Heavenly Xuan Sect beside him, he was emboldened.
So what if he was talented? After all, he was from a small sect. Not everyone could enter the Ling-Bao Pavilion's auction.
Hearing Liu Xiaohu's words, Su Yi glanced at Jian Wannian and the other experts from the Heavenly Xuan Sect. He frowned slightly, but he didn't pay much attention to them and walked to the side.
"Humph!"
Liu Xiaohu was very pleased and sneered. Seeing that kid being defeated, he felt inexplicably pleased.
Jian Wannian and the others stepped forward and took out a special invitation letter and showed it to them.
This invitation was obviously different from the one from Merciless West.
"New Chapter T, Q-I!"
"Everyone, please. The VIP box has been arranged."
Seeing this special invitation, the thin disciple of the Ling-Bao Pavilion immediately arranged for others to lead the way and personally led Jian Wannian and the others in.
Everyone from the Heavenly Xuan Sect entered in a single file. Liu Xiaohu walked past Su Yi and glanced at him with a smug look of disdain.
Su Yi smiled bitterly. Big sects and individual cultivators were indeed different.
"Is this the Ling-Bao Pavilion's auction?"
A voice sounded, sounding a little excited.
This voice was very familiar. Su Yi looked over when he heard the voice and his heart could not help but tremble violently.
A group of people came. Walking at the front was a teenager who seemed to be only 13 or 14 years old. He was wearing a fitting black robe. He had sword-like eyebrows, phoenix-like eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. His clear eyes seemed to be free of distracting thoughts and vulgarity. He was very delicate.
Looking at this teenager, how could Su Yi not recognize him? If it wasn't Situ Muyang, who else could it be?
Behind Situ Muyang, there was a short figure.
Although this figure was short and small, only the size of an eight or nine year old child, his face did indeed appear slightly old. The faint wrinkles on his face seemed to be traces left behind by the passage of time, and he appeared to be in his sixties or seventies. His long robe was extremely fitting, and his black hair was mixed with some white hair. For no reason, he naturally possessed an extremely great aura.
"Elder Su!"
When this figure walked over, Su Yi's mind suddenly became absent-minded. He subconsciously wanted to go forward and bow.
This was Elder Su. After the Divine Sword Valley, Elder Su caused a ruckus in Shenjian Gate to stand up for him. He also personally went to the Barbarian City's Su Family to treat the old man's injuries. It was all because he had mentioned it to Elder Su.
This kind of old man usually looked serious and unapproachable. He had a taut face to everyone. However, Su Yi knew very well what Elder Su had done for him.
Many gazes fell on Su Yi. This made Su Yi come back to his senses. He forcefully suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and did not reveal any traces. Following the gazes, there were many familiar figures in the group.
Elder Duan Yuerong and Elder Mei Huaye were among them.
Gong Qi, Sakura Asaka, Ryugun River, Ou Luo, Gu Chenyou, Si Xiuyuan, and many other familiar disciples.
These familiar figures made Su Yi's heart uncontrollably fluctuate.
Although entering Shenjian Gate was completely a coincidence, Su Yi had never had a good impression of the big sects.
However, at this moment, seeing these familiar figures, even though some unpleasant things had happened in Shenjian Gate, Su Yi had unknowingly placed Shenjian Gate in the depths of his heart.
Looking at these familiar figures, Su Yi's eyes moved.
However, there were also some young figures that Su Yi did not recognize. Although these young figures were also very young, their overall age was a few years older than Ryugun River, Ou Luo, and the others. They also had Shenjian Gate badges on their bodies. From the invisible aura that leaked out from their bodies, they were quite extraordinary.
Su Yi guessed that these young disciples might be the previous batch of disciples from Shenjian Gate. They were also here for the Sacred Martial Assembly. After all, the Sacred Martial Assembly's requirement was to be under twenty-five years old. Many of the previous batch's disciples met this requirement.
"It's him, Bawang Sect's Yi Su!"
In the crowd outside the City Lord's Mansion, Sakura Asaka, Gong Qi, Ryugun River, Situ Muyang, and the others had all seen Su Yi with their own eyes. At this moment, seeing this valiant young man also present, they were all inwardly moved.
The Suruga Elder also saw Su Yi. His eyes moved slightly, but they were calm and deep. His calm eyes looked at Su Yi and Merciless West. Finally, his gaze fell on Su Yi, as if he wanted to see through Su Yi for no reason.
Such a gaze made Su Yi have no choice but to hide his aura with all his might. However, his heart was filled with deep guilt.
"Everyone, please. The VIP box has been arranged!"
Elder Duan Yuerong stepped forward and showed a special invitation letter. The thin disciple of Ling-Bao Pavilion was very enthusiastic and courteous, and let the other disciples of Ling-Bao Pavilion lead the way.
Many familiar figures walked past Su Yi. Su Yi slightly lowered his eyes, and some waves rose in his heart.
"I know who you are. Are you unable to enter the auction? Otherwise, why don't you come with us?"
Situ Muyang stopped in front of Su Yi. A pair of clear eyes stared at Su Yi, as if he could see that Su Yi was unable to enter the auction.
"Who is that young man? Why is the Shenjian Gate's disciple so polite?"
At this moment, there were many people lining up. Seeing that the Shenjian Gate's disciple was so polite to the young man, they couldn't help but feel a little surprised. They curiously sized up Su Yi.
Zhongzhou City was too big. At this moment, the number of people gathered in Zhongzhou City was a terrifying number that couldn't be estimated.
Although many people outside the City Lord's Mansion had seen Su Yi, compared to the entire Zhongzhou City, it was nothing. No one recognized Su Yi.
"Thank you for your kindness. I'll think of another way." Su Yi lowered his voice and smiled slightly.
"Alright then."
Situ Muyang's gaze was fixed on Su Yi. There seemed to be some surprise in his eyes. Then, he secretly moved his eyes and felt a little puzzled. He followed the Shenjian Gate's disciples into the auction.
"You should know the Shenjian Gate's disciples, right?"
Merciless West's voice fell into Su Yi's ears. Looking at the scene just now, he could guess that Su Yi should know the Shenjian Gate's disciples.
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