I have inherited the supreme Taoism

Su Wan introduced the broken cauldron on the stage.

"Our Treasure Pavilion cannot set a price for this cauldron because our treasure appraiser cannot identify the quality of this cauldron, so this item is subject to free bidding."

This cauldron has three legs and two ears. It is completely dark, but it is obviously majestic. The body of the cauldron seems to have patterns of dragons and phoenixes, and there seem to be several little people on it. However, the body of the cauldron is broken and covered with cracks.

Dao Ling'er saw that the cauldron had changed from its normal state. He became nervous, his eyes were red, and he shouted, "The cauldron of creation! This is Grandpa Yao's cauldron, Chen Xuan! I beg you, you must...must take it." Come down."

Chen Xuan comforted him: "Don't worry! Sister Ling'er, even if I grab it, I'll grab it for you."

The entire auction was silent, and no one made a bid.

Su Wan continued to speak, "After identification, this cauldron is estimated to have been handed down from the ancient times of the upper world. A full blow from the Wu Zun realm cannot leave a trace on the cauldron. The spiritual energy will disappear after touching this cauldron. The weight is probably One hundred thousand catties, you can also keep it as a collection after you buy it home."

Although Su Wan tried her best to introduce them, no one bid.

This can't help but make Amelia Su feel a little embarrassed.

Chen Xuan opened his offer, "One thousand gold coins!"

In a box on the second floor, two men wearing black cloaks exchanged words, "The leader asked us to come to the auction and said we must kill the person who bought this tripod."

"But what if it's just a whim?"

"Raise the price! Test him!"

After saying that, he quoted the price, "Five thousand gold coins."

"Ten thousand gold coins!" Chen Xuan replied

"Fifteen thousand gold coins." The price increased on the second floor.

"Fifty thousand gold coins!" Chen Xuan directly shouted out a high price.

There was no more sound coming from the private room on the second floor.

......

"Fifty thousand gold coins for the third time!"

"Deal!" Su Wan hammered down. This auction also came to an end at this time.

"Get ready to take action." The two men in black robes exchanged words, stood up and walked out of the Treasure Pavilion.

Chen Xuan went to the backstage of the auction and looked at the black tripod up close. Chen Xuan felt a sense of familiarity and sadness.

When Su Wan saw Chen Xuan, she saluted and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Chen, for supporting me this time. Wan'er will send someone to send you to the palace right now."

Chen Xuan refused, "Don't bother Miss Su Wan, I'll get it back myself."

Seeing this, Su Wan stopped pressing.

The Fortune Cauldron was an eighth-level holy artifact before it was damaged. After it was damaged, it could not be accommodated by an ordinary storage ring. However, Chen Xuan's Merit Ring was connected to the Dao Palace, so it could naturally be accepted directly.

Su Wan looked at Chen Xuan and thought silently, "Chen Xuan doesn't seem to be simple."

Chen Xuan and his party parted ways with Zhou Dabao in front of the gate of Zhenbao Pavilion.

Zhou Dabao had just returned to the imperial city and had a lot of things to deal with, while Chen Xuan and Xue Xi were planning to take a stroll before returning to the imperial city.

Two men in black followed Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan and Xue Xi were walking on the street. Chen Xuan listened to the shouts and looked at the things being bought and sold around him. He felt that the scene had not changed.

Chen Xuan stopped and took Xue Xi's hand.

Xue Xi was overwhelmed by Chen Xuan's sudden move. Her face turned red and she was about to speak.

Chen Xuan put his index finger in front of his mouth to signal silence.

Seeing this, the surrounding guards also gathered around.

Suddenly a burst of darkness swept over and enveloped everyone.

Two men in black robes appeared not far away.

Chen Xuan said, "You two, this is the Imperial City. I wonder why I have any grudge against you and why I want to take action here?"

The two sneered, said nothing, and showed their martial arts behind their backs.

One is completely dark, and the other is faintly illusory.

One person said, "My name is Black Ling, and his name is Phantom Ling. You can prepare to die."

A martial artist at the ninth level of martial arts trembled and said, "Martial spirit... a strong martial spirit."

But no one retreated, and they all raised their weapons.

A ninth level martial artist holding a fiery red spear jumped up high and yelled, "Explosive Flame Spear."

A fiery red spiritual power rushed away.

The man with the black spirit behind him raised his hand, and the shot was blocked before he was three feet away, and then dissipated without smoke.

The martial artist who attacked him was immediately thrown aside with a flick of his hand.

"Unbelievable!"

Hei Ling walked towards Chen Xuan step by step, "I don't know why you bought that tripod, but you want to die."

Chen Xuan felt a great threat, his whole body was cold, and his back was sweating. This was the first time that he was so close to death.

In the palace, Chen Xia couldn't feel that the spiritual mark she left on Chen Xuan suddenly disappeared. She felt anxious in her heart. Her consciousness swept across the entire imperial city and she couldn't find Chen Xuan.

Chen Xia became increasingly anxious and sent a message to the crooked old man in the library, "Uncle Feng, Xuan'er can't be found, but the last time he disappeared was near the Zhenbao Pavilion.

After saying that, Chen Xia took a big step and appeared in the imperial city, looking for him.

Feng Lao stood up, with a serious look on his face, and raised his martial spirit. A green roc appeared behind him, soared into the air, and looked down, looking for any clues.

The scene created by the phantom's martial spirit is really difficult to detect.

In the span of a stick of incense, the guards around Chen Xuan were eroded by the darkness and fell one by one. Chen Xuan was suppressed by the pressure of the black spirit and was unable to move.

Hei Ling stood in front of Chen Xuan and looked at Chen Xuan like an ant, "Do you want to say some last words? Boy."

Chen Xuan didn't speak, and Hei Ling didn't seem to have the patience to wait. He directly raised his hand and used his spiritual power to shoot at Chen Xuan.

The martial artist who was slapped aside by Hei Ling at first gathered all his spiritual power and rushed towards Chen Xuan, blocking him in front of him.

Hei Ling's palm passed directly through the chest and was blocked, leaving only three points of force to hit Chen Xuan's shoulder.

Chen Xuan used all his strength to use his three-turn golden body, condensing all the energy and blood on his shoulders to block it. Chen Xuan was knocked away, and he tightly protected Xue Xi in his arms.

Chen Xuan flew dozens of meters upside down, kicking up a large amount of dust.

Chen Xuan felt his energy and blood reverse after being photographed, and a mouthful of blood spurted on Xue Xi's face.

Chen Xuan took the opportunity to take out the fortune cauldron.

"Boom" the Fortune Cauldron struck with a heavy sound.

The tripod is not big and can just cover Chen Xuan and Xue Xi.

There was darkness in the cauldron.

Xue Xi whispered, "Brother, I'm afraid."

Chen Xuanqiang supported Xue Xi and said weakly, "Don't be afraid, dad will come to save us soon."

Hei Ling looked at the big cauldron that appeared in front of him and said with a ferocious smile, "Can such a broken turtle shell stop you, Master Hei?"

"boom!"

Hei Ling gathered his spiritual power and raised his hand to slap it down.

"what!"

Hei Ling was in pain and shouted loudly. Just after he slapped the palm, all his spiritual energy was suddenly sucked up by the strange cauldron. With the palm, the force of the shock made Hei Ling look in pain.

Hei Ling didn't believe in evil, so he slapped it down with another palm.

The result was another scream.

The body of the tripod did not move at all.

The phantom spirit on the side also came to the cauldron to observe, drew out his spiritual sword and struck it down with a sword.

Huan Ling was knocked back two steps, his energy and blood were unstable, and a large part of his spiritual power was sucked away. When he raised the sword, a hole was opened, which made Huan Ling feel heartbroken.

The spiritual power stagnated for a moment, which made the illusion maintained by the phantom unstable and exposed a flaw. In just a moment, the phantom restored it to its original state.

But just for a moment, Feng Lao's sharp eagle eyes noticed something was wrong, and swooped down directly, tearing down with a pair of sharp claws.