The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Ouyang Xun is undoubtedly the one who can't bear the loneliness the most, in less than half a cup of tea, this guy first opened the conversation, and then, the conversation came like a flood, quickly submerging several people, they talked about anecdotes from all over the world so happily, even Yu Wenfeng, who has always been quiet, couldn't help but interject from time to time, which shows how charming the content of what he talked about is.

Time flies quickly, at this time, there are already people entering from the door one after another, they are all graceful and luxurious, but in terms of temperament compared with those people in the northeast corner, it is very different, in Xiao Cong's eyes, the few people in the northeast corner may be hidden under the wrapping of the mortal body of the beast, but the subsequent people who came in under the gorgeous disguise of the package must be a stall into the water, the so-called gold and jade are ruined outside, a little shake, it may stink, can not be heard- A group of lonely and incompetent people, relying on the budding shadow of their ancestors, drunk and dreaming of death, do not know that they were born in sorrow and died in Anleye.

Xingliuyun raised his eyebrows lightly, and said thoughtfully:

"It seems that the nine major families and the wealthy businessmen and giants from all over Xuanzhen are here, and this auction is not simple. ”

Subconsciously reached out and touched the shriveled cloth bag around his waist, and then showed a bitter smile, the thoughtful Leng Xiaofeng happened to capture the fleeting embarrassment on Xingliuyun's face, and then teased;

"Yo, money is tight, Nuo, isn't your father there, son and Lao Tzu, a matter of one word. ”

Xingliuyun pursed his lips, as if he was used to the unwarranted disaster from Leng Xiaofeng, although his face was slightly unhappy, but a prodigal son like him never felt that it was a shame to have no money.

He stretched his waist, leaned his back comfortably on the carved wooden chair, lifted Erlang's legs, and said casually:

"Alas, it's not much money, it's good to spend it. ”

Xiao Cong smiled and glanced at Xingliuyun, and praised it in his heart, he just likes Xingliuyun's leisurely style of being like an idle cloud and a wild crane, the glitz and bustle of the world, how many people can ignore utilitarianism like Xingliuyun, entertain themselves, and sometimes it is a good thing to have a pure heart.

Xiao Cong looked around, and found Steward Qin in the front row, and he asked himself in his heart,

"What is so important, my father won't even let me know. ”

This Steward Qin must have been sent by his father, because Xiao Tianyu said that it was with the careful assistance of Steward Qin that he managed the huge Xiao family in an orderly manner, and in the nearly twenty years that Steward Qin was in the Xiao family, he had always treated him as a brother, and in these twenty years, Steward Qin had never done anything sorry for the Xiao family, and it could even be said that he had never done anything wrong.

Xiao Cong was convinced of Steward Qin's loyalty, and his father handed over the matter to Steward Qin, but whether he let himself know or not may not really matter.

He didn't think about it anymore, it was not so much that he believed in Steward Yu Qin, but that he believed in his father.

People came in one after another through the door of the hall, and more and more, and gradually there was a full seat.

Xiao Cong looked at the dignitaries who came in one after another, and couldn't help asking:

"Why are there so many, aren't there only eighty-one letters?"

Leng Xiaofeng turned his head and replied;

"People can be like us, a piece of paper to bring a few people in. ”

"In the Xuanzhen Realm, the eighty-one guest notes issued by the Murong family are not only a token to enter the auction house, but also a symbol of identity and a means of communication. ”

For Yuwen Fengdu's words, Xiao Cong can understand a little, things are precious, for the authority of the Murong family in the Xuanzhen realm, these eighty-one guest notes must be precious in the eyes of ordinary people, so the person who holds the guest note can rely on this privilege to make good connections, and then the guest note has become a means of communication, which can also improve the guest note, and then improve the authority of the Murong family's auction house.

After about half a pillar of incense, the entrance of the venue slowly closed, and the surroundings were dark, and then, the night pearls the size of human heads lit up one after another, making the light in the venue as if it were day, but there was still silence here, as silent as death.

A beautiful woman with a slender figure and rich clothes gracefully walked up to the wide booth, she was dressed in a red robe, her hair was coiled into a saucer, her figure was slender and plump, her eyes were misty, her lips were full, and she exuded a bewitching luster, like a dancing vixen.

Xiao Cong vaguely heard a rapid and heavy gasp from different directions, thinking that some people must be unable to hold it back at this time, but if people can't refuse even such a little temptation, then what is the difference compared to a beast that only thinks with its lower body! Unconsciously, he actually felt that all kinds of ripples were in his heart, so he hurriedly shook his head vigorously and scolded secretly,

"What do they care about me!"

The enchanting woman stood still, and behind her, two stout men dressed in black placed a wooden box on the agarwood table at her side and stepped back.

The bewitching woman opened the lid of the wooden box, then flicked the mechanism, and the four walls of the wooden box "swished" into the wooden table.

A pair of three-foot-long, dull horns appeared in front of people's eyes, and there was a boo from the audience, because at first glance they were really not very good, and they were placed there to be no different from the horns of the small traders on the street that had been displayed for several years.

"How could the Murong family use this kind of thing to fool people?"

Xingliuyun sneered and looked at the horns on the booth with interest, as if he was watching a big joke.

Xiao Cong also looked at it curiously, although the horns looked ordinary, but in his spiritual sense, there was a strange thing permeating, as if the breath of the horns had a bit of vicissitudes of antiquity, like ripples swinging into his heart.

He opened the martial arts spirit pupil that had not yet been fully cultivated, and began to peep at the pair of horns that made him feel strange, looking at the intricate lines on the horns, he suddenly remembered something, he had read countless papers, had a little understanding of some strange things, and more importantly, he was half a connoisseur of knowledge.

"This is actually the horn of a black bull python!"

Xiao Cong opened his small mouth, stunned for a while, according to the observation of the lines on the horns, he was sure that this pair of horns belonged to the black bull python clan Undoubtedly, what level of existence is that, don't say that the strength of this clan is invincible to the general peerless powerhouse, just in terms of the extremely cold place they live in, there are a few people up and down the heavenly steps who can get it! And judging from the volume of this pair of horns, this black bull python must have lived for tens of thousands of years before his death.

The enchanting woman stood on the booth and smiled without saying a word, or someone in the audience was sitting in a precarious position, silent, or someone was obsessed with the slender figure on the booth, salivating, and some people looked at the horns like Xiao Cong, maybe they also knew that this was the horn of the black bull python, the texture was hard, better than the dark iron, and it was the best choice for refining.