Compared with the distortion of Chinese Ruyi style, Mr. Hongzhu is much calmer.

Mr. Hongzhu thought in his heart that even if someone entered his room, it would be no big deal. All the important things were stored in the secret room by him.

This secret room was carefully created by their Hongyezhai craftsmen. It was extremely solid and could open the secret room. Only the source energy of him and Hongdanqing. In addition, even if a king came, he could not imagine destroying the secret room without disturbing him.

I saw Mr. Hongzhu slowly walked into the house, looking at the intact wall, and even smiled faintly.

Mr. Hongzhu and Hua Rufeng were rivals many years ago, and neither of them had ever been convinced by each other. At this moment, looking at Hua Rufeng's panic, Mr. Hongzhu became more and more calm and composed, and a small sense of superiority made him very satisfied.

Mr. Hongzhu came to the wall and stretched out his old big palm. Mr. Hongzhu held the control of the source energy and opened the door to the secret room.

Click~

The door of the secret room slowly opened, and Mr. Hongzhu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Hua Rufeng with an anxious look beside him, and said in a faint tone:

"Old man Hua, let me tell you that your golden rib rope is much safer in my secret room than in the palaces of the four dynasties. Only Danqing and I can open this secret room..."

Just as Mr. Hongzhu was halfway through his words, the door of the secret room was completely separated.

Seeing the huge doll lying in the middle of the secret room disappearing, leaving only a broken rope lying quietly on the ground of the secret room, Mr. Hongzhu swallowed the words that had just reached his throat. His old eyes widened and he was stunned.

The Hua Rufeng on the side exploded.

Hua Rufeng stepped on his feet and came to the center of the secret room the next moment. He grabbed the broken rope on the ground, and his thin old hand trembled slightly.

Hua Rufeng turned his head suddenly, glared at Mr. Hongzhu, and roared like a loud sound of beating a drum:

"Old Hongzhu!! You are so greedy! Even my gold bar rope dares to 'black', I will fight you!!"

Looking at Hua Rufeng, who was about to lose his mind, looked at the angry and angry style, Mr. Hongzhu waved his hand and explained:

"Old man Hua, listen to my explanation, I really don't know what's going on."

"Hmph, you just said that only you and your precious son can open this secret room. I understand it! You old guy diverted my attention. You let that little guy come in here and use this broken rope to replace the pillars and replace my gold bar rope. You are really scheming. Lao Hongzhu, I really underestimated you before!"

As he said that, a blue flame ignited in Hua Rufeng's hand, igniting the broken rope in his hand for ashes.

Hua Rufeng's eyes widened, his beard floated up, his steps moved, his arrogance soared, and he was approaching Mr. Hongzhu step by step.

Looking at Hua Rufeng, who was aggressive and provoking an army to sue him, Mr. Hongzhu was having a difficult time telling him, and he was also in a mess.

What Mr. Hongzhu thought in his mind that in theory, he and Hong Danqing were the only ones who could open this secret room, but if it was opened by Hong Danqing, why did he go back and move the doll and the golden rib rope, and use a broken rope to replace the golden rib rope to deliberately maintain the connection between the Chinese Ru style and his golden rib rope?

Besides, using other objects to replace the connection between the original objects and their original owners to avoid the owners of the objects. This is something that only a thief with extremely skilled means can do. Mr. Hongzhu knows very well that using a broken rope can counterfeit the breath of the golden rope, so that his son Hong Danqing does not have the ability to do it at all.

"Can't it be that a great thief really sneaked into the Red Leaf Pavilion?"

Thinking of this, Mr. Hongzhu's heart was filled with storm.

"Old man Hua, listen to me, it must be the thief who entered Hongye Pavilion! And it is a big thief with amazing means!" Mr. Hongzhu spoke out, comforting Huarufeng, who had already emitted the source energy and approached him.

Hearing the sound, Hua Rufeng's old eyes moved horizontally, looked around, then yelled and said disdainfully:

Lao Hongzhu, do you think I will believe it? You didn’t throw a single thing here, and you didn’t mess up a mess, but you just threw my gold bar rope. And I tied up the lump of wood with the gold bar rope and sent it to you, only the two of us know! You are cheating!”

Listening to Hua Rufeng's words, Mr. Hongzhu looked around the secret room and found that everything was just as Hua Rufeng said, and he was speechless for a while, sweating on his forehead and a big head.

Mr. Hongzhu is not afraid of this rude Chinese style, but he just doesn't want to take this inexplicable blame.

Although Mr. Hongzhu's actual combat ability is poor and he does not have any shocking skills, he is two levels higher than Hua Rufeng, who is at the peak of the sixth-level saint.

Hua Rufeng is only a saint in the middle stage of the sixth level. Although his cultivation level is not as good as Mr. Hongzhu, his advantage lies in his rich combat experience and possesses several unique skills. If the two really fight, they can be said to be half a dozen...

At this time, Mr. Hongzhu was confused and he had too many questions.

As Hua Rufeng said, why did the thief take away the doll and gold rope without moving anything else?

"Is that thief coming for the doll of the machine?"

At this time, Mr. Hongzhu could no longer think about it, because the sharp blade of the source energy of Huarufeng was already hitting him!

I saw that Hua Rufeng's fist turned into a knife, and the blue flames rose from the palm of his hand, making the air hot, causing the temperature of the entire secret room to rise suddenly.

Hua Rufeng stepped forward, triggering the blue flames and slashed towards Mr. Hongzhu!

Seeing this, Mr. Hongzhu hurriedly possessed the body of the source energy, stepped on the void, and quickly dodged the sideways, avoiding Huarufeng's hand knife, and stably steadied his body in the air in the secret room.

"Old man Hua! You are really playing!" Mr. Hongzhu said angrily.

"You old Hongzhu makes a move, how can I not take it? Humph, look at this move!"

After a shout, a surging blue flames rose from behind Hua Rufeng. The blue flames covered the sky, and the boundless power rushed towards him, spinning like a tornado, roaring and roaring into the air, pointing directly to Mr. Hongzhu in the air!

Looking at the blue flames stirred by the Huaru style and feeling the rising temperature around him, Mr. Hongzhu's face gradually became solemn.

"The Lotte auction should not be over yet. Fortunately, the walls of this secret room can isolate the fluctuations in the source air. Let me teach this old man Hua a good lesson and turn off the fire for this irritable old man!"

Thinking of the fact that Mr. Hongzhu's peak source energy gushed out, his three thousand black hairs flew in the air, and the surging aura suddenly rose. The original true energy released by Mr. Hongzhu turned into a strange white bird!

The birds are extremely holy, shining on the dark secret room, like the rising sun in the sky, shining brightly.

The birds were glowing white light, blending with Mr. Hongzhu's source energy, wrapping Mr. Hongzhu's entire body.

Its white wings shrink in a ball, like a falcon rushing to rush into food, triggering the overwhelming source energy, flying down, colliding with the blue flame storm of the Chinese Ruyi style!

...

...

On the other side, in the auction venue of Hongye Pavilion.

Due to the isolation of the secret room, everyone had no idea that a battle between the two holy was going on in the Red Leaf Pavilion.

As the initiator of this "bloody case", Zilong was also unaware of it. He was working with the others to focus on the 123rd lot on the auction table.

This 123rd lot is also the last lot at this Lotte auction. This is a storage ring, a medium-grade storage ring in the ground level.

Once the level of an item reaches the ground level, there is no such thing as a lower level. Items at the ground level and above are all good items, and only middle level and top level are divided into middle level.

When the level of the item reaches the heavenly level, there is no even a distinction between grades, because as long as it is of heavenly level, it is all the best-quality existences with excellent quality in all aspects. There is no distinction between top, middle and lower, all the best-quality existences.

This middle-grade storage ring in the Earth-level level is the lowest among the Earth-level storage rings, but its rarity is not even inferior to some Earth-level weapons.

Storage rings are almost a necessary equipment for cultivators. The convenience of carrying storage rings and the storage space in them have brought great convenience for cultivators to travel around the world or go far to practice. However, due to the key materials for making storage rings and the extremely rare blue crystal, the storage rings are expensive, especially storage rings above the Xuan level, each one is very precious.

Storage rings above the Xuan level have met the needs of most cultivators. The storage space inside them still has a considerable amount of space for storing weapons, which is enough to store a person's luggage and cultivation equipment. Almost every cultivator dreams of having a storage ring above the Xuan level.

But because there are more wolves and fewer meats, storage rings above the Xuan-level are almost never sold publicly except in black markets, auctions, or some major festivals. Last time, Zilong searched through Shetuocheng's paradise, but he also won no results.

At this time, the ground-level storage ring on the auction table had been sold at a high price of 8 million yuan, and the bidding sounds in the venue were constantly rising, and there was no sign of stopping.

"Eight and three hundred thousand!"

"I'll pay 8.5 million!"

...

Looking at the ground-level storage ring that was igniting the enthusiasm of the audience, Zilong quietly nestled in his seat, smacking his tongue secretly.

Zilong was not interested in this middle-grade storage ring of the Earth-level level. He paid more attention to the reactions of people around him.

Since the start of the Lotte auction, Zilong has never seen any item that can be like this middle-grade storage ring in the ground level, which has attracted almost the attention of the audience. People's desire for this ground level storage ring is directly written on their faces, without any hesitation.
Chapter completed!