Outside Wanbao Street, Lin Huang and Lu Han squatted on the corner of the street, staring at Wanbao Tower.

"Say, what layer is that golden gun on?"

Lin Huang asked boredly.

"The top layer!"

"You've been there?"

"Nope!"

"And how do you know?"

"I guess", Lu Han said with a serious face, the expression on his face was like a conclusion reached after countless analyses, confident and firm.

Then, he was kicked to the ground by Lin Huang.

If the things on Wanbao Street are mixed, and most of them are fake, then Wanbao Lou is the last fig leaf.

And it's an iron fig leaf, the kind that can't be torn off no matter how you tear it.

At least there have been no false statements about it.

Even though it is at night, Wanbaolou is still so glorious. The lights in the building are bright, and there is an endless stream of warriors coming and going, and the three golden characters of Wanbaolou are like the flames jumping in the night, which is particularly eye-catching.

Such a golden pavilion with the atmosphere of a local tyrant all over its body, it is too difficult to make people not pay attention and not want to go in!

In this way, Lin Huang and Lu Han walked in like two hillbillies, looking left and right.

Lin Huang is okay, after all, he is a character who has seen a big scene. But Lu Han was different, as soon as he entered Wanbao Tower, he was frightened, and his dark face was even darker because of excitement.

The building is brightly lit, it is simply magnificent, and any glowing thing is embellished with night pearls. The bright and soft light, reflected by the transparent jade window, reflects into a dazzling brilliance.

And the things in the window are also a little better because of this.

What's even more terrifying is that the dress of the woman at the counter in the building is simply shameless.

The thighs that were as clear as jade, as well as the bottomless ravines on their chests, were dangling in front of Lu Han and Lin Huang's eyes like that.

The two of them were dizzy.

"You're drooling!"

Lin Huang stared at Lin Huang with disdain, his eyes fluttering.

"Buy a gun, buy a gun!"

Lu Han hurriedly looked serious, feeling a little uncomfortable in his abdomen.

There are seven floors above and below Wanbao Tower.

The first layer was not a rare thing, but it had already made Lu Han dazed.

The second floor sells things that are worth a fortune.

The third layer is the treasure of heaven and earth, which helps the martial artist to practice. The martial arts sold on the fourth layer are not of Xuan-level quality, and they can't go to the fourth layer at all.

The fifth layer sells weapons, and the buyers of these weapons are also martial artists of the Tianyuan realm.

The sixth floor is the auction hall!

On the seventh floor, no one knows what's inside.

"You're wearing a little shabby!"

After staying on the first floor of Wanbao Building for a long time, Lin Huang suddenly said.

During this period, everyone who enters Wanbaolou will be warmly entertained, except for the two of them. Seeing a woman with a graceful posture walking past him, Lu Han's eyes were a little red.

"Then let's go up on our own!"

Lu Han glanced at the Mai on his body and felt extremely insulted.

Lin Huang held his forehead with his hand and followed Lu Han towards the second floor of the Treasure Pavilion.

Then the two of them were stopped like wild dogs, and at the entrance of the second floor, a middle-aged man with a slightly short stature asked with a smile on his face:

"The two of you have seals!"

There was a hint of inexplicable taste in that smile.

"What is a seal?"

Lu Han raised his head and wondered.

Lin Huang turned his head and quietly walked a few steps away from Lu Han.

"Naturally, it is the seal distributed by Wanbaolou", the smile on the middle-aged man's face dimmed a little, and continued: "Only those who hold the seal can set foot on the second floor of Wanbaolou, after all, the things on it are not vulgar things, ordinary people ......"

The middle-aged man did not continue, but the meaning was obvious.

"I've got money!"

Lu Han said with confidence.

"If you don't have a seal, you can't have money!"

After the middle-aged man looked at Lu Han, he shook his head and said, there was no smile on his face at all, "The so-called rich, that's just a relative concept. Anything like this in the first layer will cost at least a thousand taels of gold. And the price of the second tier is more than ten times more!"

"I don't know if you have money, is it ten taels of gold, or a hundred taels?"

Lu Han scratched his head, a little angry in his heart, but more at a loss.

Lin Huang's face turned cold, but before he could speak, a discordant voice sounded in the restaurant:

"How come any kind of Ah Mao, a dog, and a beggar can come in, is Steward Li in charge of Wanbaolou like this?"

Then a figure with a long figure appeared, the folding fan that was folded opened Lu Han, there was a slight trace of disgust between the handsome eyebrows, it seemed that Lu Han's coarse linen clothes made him a little disgusted, "You are blocking the way of this son!"

Lu Han at the top of the stairs did not move.

"Master Xuanyuan, why are you here, what a rare guest!"

Steward Li looked at the young man dressed in purple, and his face was suddenly full of smiles, as if he was flattering. Then he stared at Lu Han fiercely and scolded:

"The thing that doesn't have a long face is blocking the way of Xuanyuan Gongzi, so don't get out of the way quickly!"

At the top of the stairs, Lu Han still didn't move, he raised his head and stared at Steward Li with a serious face, his clear eyes revealed a little fierce, "I want to go up!"

"Go up, without a seal, even a strong martial artist can't go up!"

Without the seal, the Wuhou powerhouse could naturally go up, but Lu Han was not.

On the side, Lin Huang stared at the so-called Xuanyuan Gongzi. He looks really good, his purple clothes are embroidered with gold edges, and he is not very handsome, but his face has no flaws.

Very few men's faces can be maintained like this.

In the arms of Xuanyuan Gongzi, there is also a soft woman, wearing a warm pink dress, who is extremely good-looking. The woman didn't speak, just quietly looked at the outline of Xuanyuan Gongzi's extremely tasteful face, slightly obsessed, like a kitten.

"Prince Xuanyuan?"

Lin Huang thought secretly, "I don't know if this word Xuanyuan has anything to do with Xuanyuan's soldiers?"

"The stinky beggar remembers, this son only said it once, get out of my way", Xuanyuan Gongzi is good-looking, but what he said is not beautiful at all, even mean:

"I don't look at my identity, I dare to be presumptuous in this Wanbao Building. A lost dog whose clothes are not even worth ten taels of silver dares to block the way of this son!"

On the side, Lin Huang's expression was completely cold, but he didn't make any moves.

This is something that belongs to Lu Han.

"It's your business!"

Lu Han said calmly, he didn't seem to care about the Xuanyuan Gongzi behind him, he just stared coldly at Steward Li of Wanbaolou, and said, "I want to go upstairs!"

Steward Li shook his head, and the corners of his grinning mouth revealed a cold taste, "Do you know who the son behind you is? Even if you go up to the second floor, you won't survive tomorrow!"

"This son Xuanyuan is away from hatred!"

That Xuanyuan Gongzi was about to be angry, but listening to Steward Li's words, he was extremely useful, and he spread the folding fan in his hand and said with a little pride.

Xuanyuan is away from hatred!

As soon as the four words came out, many people in the hall were attracted to it.

The so-called Xuanyuan is not from Xuanyuan Mansion, but it has some relationship. If it is strictly calculated, it can be regarded as a relationship between three or four generations.

Xuanyuan hated his original surname Song, and his surname Xuanyuan was only because of some things about Chen sesame and rotten grain three or four generations ago.

But in the Eastern Spirit Realm, as long as the surname is Xuanyuan, most of the others will be a little afraid. Moreover, this young man can also be counted as Xuanyuan's distant nephew of the army.

Not only that, but this Xuanyuan Lihing can also be regarded as the leader of the young generation of the Northern Yan Dynasty.

The Northern Yan Dynasty Wu tempted Hualang!

"I know you", Lu Han at the top of the stairs didn't seem to be shocked, but said calmly: "That Xuanyuan who had Hualiu disease when he was seven years old!"

In the building, there was an uproar in an instant, and everyone's faces immediately became a little strange.

Lin Huang's face froze, "Seven-year-old? Lu Han made a rumor, it's really not covered."

Xuanyuan's obsessive eyes from the woman in his arms instantly became confused.

"Who are you, I don't know what is alive or dead!"

Xuanyuan's eyes were full of anger, and the fan in his hand was like a knife, revealing a piercing chill, and he went directly towards Lu Han......

Before Xuanyuan's hateful folding fan fell, an extremely powerful momentum suddenly appeared in Wanbaolou, suppressing Xuanyuan's hateful offensive, and a voice full of anger sounded:

"In the Wanbao Building, it is forbidden to fight!"

Then, the stairs trembled slightly, and I saw a middle-aged figure appear, slowly walking down from the upstairs, slightly thin, with beautiful hair, and looking relatively calm.

"Steward Zhou!"

Looking at the middle-aged man who went downstairs, Xuanyuan's face changed, and he barely squeezed out a smile on his face.

In contrast, Steward Li on the side instantly became restrained, and he seemed to be a little scared when he hooked his body.

Lu Han raised his head, and his gaze fell directly on Steward Zhou.

"What are you going upstairs for?"

Steward Zhou asked, looking at Lu Han, his brows furrowed slightly. There's really no way to blame Steward Zhou, it's really Lu Han who is dressed too shabby.

Whoever watched it would not think that Lu Han would be a rich man.

However, Steward Zhou's vision is obviously beyond the reach of Steward Li, he can at least see Lu Han's realm. can also see a lot of things from Lu Han's serious eyes.

Listening to Steward Zhou's question, Xuanyuan Lihan and Lu Han responded at the same time:

"Naturally, look at the golden gun!"

"I'll buy a gun!"

(End of chapter)