Chapter 137: The Masked Man Again

"Yellow! It's a three-product master!"

Just as Fang Zhantang took Tongda out of his arms, the Xia sisters, who had already sat down, straightened up again in shock. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The mouths of the two opened slightly, and their faces were incredulous.

There are grades of accessibility, and what level of accessibility represents what kind of circle.

In the field, not only the Xia sisters, but also some other people with status also changed suddenly when they saw Fang Zhantang take out the three-grade Tongda.

If you are more confused, there are only those who are in the periphery and have no access to the people who watch the drama and eat melons.

"It's just three products, what's the big deal, I really haven't seen the market one by one. ā€

Looking at the expressions of the guests, Bing Tongtong pursed her lips and muttered, her bewitching little face full of disdain.

"Little brother, you must use this Xianzhi root first. If it works, give me another 200 spirit coins. ā€

On the round platform, Chu Bei smiled indifferently, then grabbed the wooden box on the auction table and waved it casually towards the direction of Fang Zhantang.

"Thank you!"

Fang Zhantang did not refuse, and opened the wooden box as soon as he took it.

In an instant, the rich smell of medicine came to my face.

"Old Xue, eat it quickly and see if it has any effect. ā€

Fang Zhantang pinched out the Xianzhi root from the wooden box, looked at it, and handed it to the mouth of the rickety old man.

"Hmm. ā€

The rickety old man coughed lightly and swallowed the roots into his mouth without hesitation.

Snort!

Huo Ran, the face of the rickety old man changed sharply, from pale to light purple, then to dark purple, and finally directly turned black.

Above his head, wisps of black smoke came out, which was extremely terrifying.

"What the hell are you, how could Xue Lao become like this? If something happens to him, I want you to accompany him..."

Seeing the change in the rickety old man, Fang Zhantang clenched his fists, and an awe-inspiring killing intent directly came out of his body, locking on Chu Bei's body.

However, before he could finish the words in his mouth, the rickety old man exhaled a long sigh of relief.

The next moment, the old man's gaze was fixed on a secret door under the round platform not far away, and then dragged Fang Zhantang forward and rushed forward: "Let's go in, you sweep the formation for me!"

Regarding the actions of the rickety old man, Fang Zhantang was stunned at first, and when he reacted, he looked happy.

This senzhi root is really useful!

Looking at Fang Zhantang and the rickety old man who had not entered the secret door, Chu Bei smiled with satisfaction, and then cleared his throat: "Everyone, welcome to your arrival." With the end of the last treasure, this auction is here..."

Before the word 'end' could be spoken, Chu Bei's gaze was fixed on the black shadow that had just emerged at the delicate gate at the end of the red carpet.

When he saw the shape and appearance of the black shadow, Chu Bei's pupils shrank suddenly.

Not only him, but also Bing Tongtong beside him, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Boss, he...."

"Don't talk! He hasn't noticed you yet, go and hide in the cabin, and I'll do the rest!"

As soon as Bing Tongtong spoke, Chu Bei waved his hand to interrupt it and pointed to the door of the wooden house behind him.

"Brother Chu, what's wrong with you and Tongtong?"

The onlookers in the audience may not have noticed the difference between Chu Bei and Bing Tongtong because they were far away.

But Mo Qingwu was different, she stayed with these two people, and she clearly captured the expressions on their faces.

Glancing at the door of the wooden house behind him, which had been closed by Bing Tongtong, Mo Qingwu stared at Chu Bei with a puzzled face, waiting for Chu Bei's next words.

"Light dance, now is not the time to explain. Now, I need you to go to my pawnshop and get something for me as quickly as possible. ā€

"Brother Chu, what's it?"

............

After Mo Qingwu left, Chu Bei's gaze fell on the black shadow that walked into the door.

"Ouch, who's it! Such a big space, what are you squeezing? It's not uncomfortable!"

"I'll go, buddy, wear a mask in broad daylight, you shouldn't be a trickster!"

"This pawnshop brother's auction is really amazing, and any kind of person can be attracted. ā€

"Brother, where did you get this mask? I'll get one later, and bring it back to my little girl to play with." ā€

............

It was a tall and thin man dressed in black brocade, with wide sleeves and cloudy sideburns, and a black mask on his face that concealed his appearance.

Looking closely, there is a strange pattern printed on his chest, which is very intimidating.

"Why don't you speak?

Five young men surrounded the brocade-clothed man in the middle, all with a hint of displeasure on their faces.

"Have you seen any of them?"

The man in the brocade mask did not answer the questions of the young people around him, and after coldly glancing at a few people, he took out a picture scroll from his arms.

There are also three men in the scroll, one of whom wears a golden mask, and the other two wear silver-white masks.

On the chests of these three people, there is the same logo pattern as the man in brocade.

"Sure enough, it's a gang. ā€

On the round platform, Chu Bei saw the three people in the picture scroll clearly, and his eyes suddenly froze.

These three people are the three masked men who appeared in his shop not long ago and were killed by Bing Tongtong in the end.

Offstage, the five young men surrounding the man in brocade had a hint of displeasure on their faces when the former had just taken out the scroll.

When they saw the contents of the scroll again, a wave of anger suddenly rose.

"You kid ignores us, and you dare to come up with such a picture! The people in the painting are all wearing masks, how do we know what they look like? Have we ever seen them?"

"Who the hell are you? Brother Pawnshop's auction isn't over yet!"

"That's it, seeing that you and your companions are wearing masks, you can't have done something unseemly, right?"

Listening to the fragmented words of several young people beside him, a cold light suddenly shot out of the brocade-clothed man's eyes.

"Since you haven't seen it, don't make any noise. ā€

Sen Leng's words fell, and five powerful cyclones burst out from the brocade-clothed man's body.

Boom Boom...!

In an instant, the five young men who were still stunned were swept into the air by the cyclone, and then fell to the ground with a heavy slam.

"Shhhh

The loud noise immediately attracted the attention of the others in the room.

Soon, the group closest to the brocade man became panicked and crowded backwards.

At the same time, the sound of panic continued to sound.

"The madman is making trouble and beating people, everyone stay away from him!"

"There are already five people who have fainted from being beaten by him, hurry up and ask the martial arts cultivator to deal with him!"

"Look, it's so chaotic over there, it looks like something big has happened!"

"Shall we go over and see it? Maybe there's a good show going on?"

"Stay here in peace! I didn't see those people coming towards us, it's certainly not safe there. ā€

............

Under the push of everyone, the periphery of the field became more and more chaotic.