Several people in the private room were even more angry at the speech.

"If it's not for the poor and strange sect, it's deliberately against us and the childe?"

"Who is so bold that he dares to oppose our childe!"

"It should not be the people of our sect. No one of our sect dares to oppose the childe so blatantly."

"Yes, so it can only be the people of the other four major doors. Who will it be?"

Since I was talking, my eyes unconsciously fell on the only weak young man in white sitting.

This young master in white is Si Zijun, who was thrown into the Xuanwu sect by Lu Zijia six years ago.

Without the pill provided by Lu Zijia, Si Zijun's body became weak again.

From a distance, there will be another one I don't know. This is a sick and weak beauty.

However, because the alchemist of poor Qizong has developed a semi-finished pill to suppress the body of congenital death, although the effect is not as good as that refined by Lu Zijia, it still has a little effect.

Therefore, Si Zijun's little life will not die for a while and a half.

Aware of the sight of several people falling on him, Si Zijun frowned slightly. After a moment, he took a sip of tea and shook his head, "I'm not physically fit and rarely go out."

This means that he can't have offended people outside.

But as soon as the words were finished, Lu Zijia suddenly appeared in Si Zijun's mind.

But the next moment, he denied it.

Lu Zijia is just a heaven level array mage. He doesn't have such a great ability to compete with the poor and strange sect.

So who is it?

Seeing that Si Zijun was so sure, several people present couldn't guess who deliberately targeted them for a moment.

"Why don't you go to Guan's auction house and ask for clarification?"

A willow eyebrow nun looked at Si Zijun and suggested carefully.

As soon as nun Liu Mei's words came out, others echoed them one after another.

"Yes, Mr. Si, if you come forward in person and measure it, the auction house won't dare not give you face."

"The elder of our poor and strange sect is standing behind Mr. Si. He will close such a small auction house. If he sees Mr. Si, he will be scared to his legs."

"Hahaha - I really want to see the owner of Guan's auction house with soft legs."

Therefore, in the praise of several people, Si Zijun decided to go and buy the quota of the auction in person.

On the surface, Si Zijun was calm. In fact, he was very useful for the praise of several people in his heart.

Maybe it's because I've heard others secretly laugh at him as a waste that falls when the wind blows.

Only by being praised to his face will he feel that those who laugh at him behind his back are just jealous of him.

Then they left the restaurant and went to Guan's auction house.

But they thought very well, but the shopkeeper of Guan auction house didn't cooperate.

"You old man, what are you talking about? You know who is standing in front of you! "

Several disciples of the poor and strange sect who were refused to sell their places again had to wonder if there was something wrong with their ears.

Or maybe the shopkeeper was blind and didn't recognize Si Zijun.

"Of course."

The shopkeeper was still calm, his eyes fell on Si Zijun, and accurately said his identity, "the only only only grandson of the elder of poor Qizong, childe Si Zijun."

"Bang - since you know the identity of our company childe, how dare you refuse? I think you're too long! "

The thin disciple slapped the counter and almost broke the good solid wood counter.