In the trading hall on the first floor, a monk dressed in a dark red robe hurriedly ran out.

whispered something in the ear of the square-faced monk who was verifying the loose cultivation.

The square-faced monk nodded, and after exchanging a few words with the other monks who were also wearing dark red robes, he stepped forward and said expressionlessly to the scattered cultivators who were still lining up like a long line: "The quota is full, let's all go back." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion in the crowd, complaining, complaining, and endlessly, especially a bald man at the front of the team who was well-known in the early stage of the Xuanshi Sect, his face was full of anger, and he almost didn't scold his mother directly.

The bald man knew that the auction would be held at noon today, no later than those children of the family who were holding the amethyst tablets.

Coincidentally, the bald man's appearance is not outstanding, but he has a sister who is particularly outstanding, and his parents died early, and the relationship between brother and sister is relatively deep.

But just a few years ago, his sister was married to an ordinary monk who was not famous, and the bald monk was naturally auspiciously opposed, but the wood was already in the boat, and his very assertive sister was also willing, and the bald man could only accept it with a helpless sigh.

The reason why he sighed was not entirely because of the deep affection between brother and sister, but because the bald man had privately targeted several monk families for his good-looking sister, and wanted to "sell" them for a good price.

Unexpectedly, a few days ago, the bald man's sister told the bald man as if showing off that the young monk she had taken a fancy to back then was now a small and powerful little supervisor in the auction on the second floor of the Heavenly Dao Tower, which was about to stand tall.

If a bald man was born in a family, even if it was just a small family, he would sneer at the woman's words, and even ridicule a few words, but the bald man who was not high in casual cultivation, especially in casual cultivation, was ecstatic when he heard the news.

It was precisely because of this that the bald man knew a lot of things that other loose cultivators did not know.

Especially knowing the prelude to today's auction, among the lots specially prepared for these casual cultivators, there is a sixth-order elixir called Xuanxuezhi, which is very important for the bald man to break through the middle stage of Xuanshi, and it can even be said that with Xuanxuezhi, he can have nearly seventy percent certainty of breaking through the realm.

The bald man's brother-in-law, the little supervisor in the auction, gave the bald man an approximate price, so the bald man tried his best to scrape together the money, and the queue was late.

So how can the bald man at this time give up this rare opportunity.

The more and more commotion of the scattered cultivators was indispensable to the agitation of the bald man at the front of the line.

The square-faced monk frowned slightly, but a smile reappeared on his face when he saw the lazy man sitting in the middle of the stone steps standing up with a yawn on his back.

The lazy man who stood up didn't pay much attention to the casual cultivation, but the bald man at the front of the line felt a burst of heart palpitations, and his heart was pounding.

With this kind of omen-like induction, the bald man was able to survive to this day in danger without support, and became famous among the more powerful cultivators.

A coercion appeared out of thin air, and before the riotous cultivators could react, the coercion disappeared.

The monk yawned again and sat down on the stone steps again, but instead of continuing to nostril to the sky, he supported his head with one hand, bowed his head and pondered, exuding a melancholy air all over his body, as if he was depressed by Senior Sister Zhong's incomprehension just now.

The commotion did not stop, but it was mainly concentrated at the front of the line of monks, not because they could not participate in the auction on the second floor of the Heavenly Dao Tower.

At this time, the bald man, his eyes were convex and godless, and the expression on his cheeks was forever frozen in horror, lying on the ground softly, and his soul was annihilated and disappeared.

Killing people is not terrible, these casual cultivators who licked blood on the tip of the knife to survive, and they have seen a lot of bloody scenes, and they are used to dying like this, and what makes them feel palpitations the most is that they are like bald men, who don't know how to die, and they are still talking passionately in the last second, and they will close their mouths forever in the next second.

When the square-faced monk in a dark red robe showed his early cultivation as a Xuan King, his eyes looked at the most disturbed people.

The few people who felt the pressure of the square-faced monk also honestly closed their mouths, after all, no one wanted to be the next bald monk.

The long group of casual cultivators gradually dispersed, but there were still some monks with good personal friends gathered in groups of five or six, muttering something quietly, and glancing at the Heavenly Dao Tower from time to time. Then exchange a few glances with the companions who have long been used to cooperating.

Maybe after the auction is over, there will be rumors that so-and-so was besieged and killed, and the auctioned things were robbed, as for whether this so-and-so is only those loose cultivators, or will there be some unlucky children of the family, there is not much difference for these casual cultivators who are used to walking with their heads, as long as the interests are moving enough, what about the son of the lord of the Heavenly Dao Mansion?

After stepping into the star gate, Wu Chen really couldn't see the long star path in his memory, and after a brief moment of darkness in his eyes, he stepped out, and only felt a burst of softness under his feet, no more, no less, just the right flexibility.

The light in front of his eyes was dim and soft, and in front of him was a complete stone cliff, Wu Chen, who was quite experienced, did not feel strange, and found a shallow groove in the center of the stone wall after a closer look.

After a little observation, he took out the jade post again, and the ordinary jade post was no longer ordinary, the milky white light flickered, disappeared in Wu Chen's hand, and was embedded in the stone wall.

The stone wall moved slowly, revealing a darker room, not big or small, three or four people did not appear wide, and five or six people did not crowd.

In the room, a wooden chair with a lychee pattern several meters long leans against Wu Chen, and on the left and right sides of the wooden chair is placed a high wooden round table covered with the same lychee pattern, which is full of all kinds of tempting fruits and spiritual food, and the dim light comes from the dim light that is inlaid above the head like a dark light lamp that looks like a busy sky.

The most eye-popping thing to see in front of the wooden chair is that a whole transparent crystalline curved wall is like a miniature version of the canopy in the hall of the Wuzhou Pavilion that has lost its luster.

Wu Chen stepped forward and sat on the wooden chair, and there was a burst of softness under his two strands, which was three points better than under his feet.

Yun Banfan on the side sat down safely.

Fixed, he looked in front of the arc-shaped crystal curtain.