Baitaifang City, Wangxian Ju "Yellow No. 8" room.

It's been five days since that incident.

The auction is also coming as scheduled and will be held at the end of the evening.

Fang Yuan finished his practice, pondered for a moment, and then took out a jade bottle from the storage bag.

Then the cork was opened and shook slightly, and through the mouth of the bottle, you could see that there was some cloudy liquid inside.

Put it on the tip of the nose and smell it lightly, without a trace of smell.

Then, stand by the mirror and slowly apply the liquid from the bottle to your face.

This is a kind of disfigurement liquid that Fang Yuan specially purchased to participate in the auction.

It is said that it was possible to conceal the detection of the divine sense of the Tsukiki monks.

He has personally tested it, and the results are indeed extraordinary, but whether he can hide it or not is still two words.

In front of the mirror, it was evenly applied to the face, and after a few moments a monk with sallow skin and a rough face appeared in the mirror.

There was not the slightest resemblance to Fang Yuan's original appearance.

Even if a familiar person is standing in front of him, he probably can't recognize who he is.

"It's just that my expression has stiffened a little, but the effect is really good."

Fang Yuan winked his eyebrows in the mirror, and a smile came out of the corners of his mouth.

"This laugh is really worse than crying."

After recovering his expression, he shook his head slightly, changed into a black robe, and put on a mask.

This was just to prevent others from recognizing it, and the people who participated in the auction were mixed, and there were even monks who specialized in handling "stolen goods", so they had to be careful.

No matter how big or small, I changed the outfit of my whole body, and after consciously judging the two of them, I walked out of the inn.

There are not a few people in the market who dress up like this, and everyone has long been surprised.

No one would bother to stare at Fang Yuan.

Even so, he cautiously navigated through the flow of people.

After a while, according to the address Zhang Ya said, I came to an alley in the south of Baitaifang City.

The entrance to the alley is relatively narrow, and there is a wooden door at the end.

Some monks who were also dressed in strange and mysterious clothes walked straight in.

Fang Yuan watched for a while, and when he saw these people go in, he didn't come out again, knowing that he had come to the right place.

He no longer hesitated, and strode in.

At the end, the wooden door is windless and automatic, and it opens directly.

Fang Yuan took a look at it, it was dark inside, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"It should be a formation like a blinding method, don't be mysterious when you want to come to the door."

I didn't stay too long, and walked straight in.

After his eyes went dark, Fang Yuan appeared in a corridor.

The hallway leads nowhere, but around the corner is guarded by two black-robed men.

There was also an old man with a rickety figure and gray hair sitting on the side.

Although the old man is dying, the aura fluctuations on his body are very strong, and he has the cultivation of the late stage of qi training.

Someone came here, handed over the token, and the old man checked it, and then let him go.

Fang Yuan's heart sank, this old man did not hide his cultivation, it should be intentional.

Even one of the gatekeepers has the cultivation of the late stage of qi refining, which highlights the profound and profound background of the auction.

At the same time, it also dispels people with ulterior motives who want to find trouble.

If you want to do it here, you have to weigh your own strength.

"Proof!"

As soon as he approached, the old man stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

Fang Yuan had already prepared, handed over the jade plate that Zhang Ya gave him, and stood aside silently.

This jade plate is a specially refined magic weapon, which cannot be imitated, and after the old man confirms the authenticity, he does not drag the mud and water at all.

Reaching out and pressing it under the counter, I don't know which mechanism it touched, and a half-foot-wide hole opened in the wall next to it, revealing a row of dimly lit stairs.

"Please come in, walk along the passage to the end, and you will be able to reach the place where the auction will be held."

The old man couldn't see any expression on his face, and after handing the jade plate to Fang Yuan, he said in a hoarse voice.

Fang Yuanmu didn't squint and walked in directly.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Although he is full of vigilance against the unfamiliar environment, he does not show any timidity.

For such a large auction, the security is still guaranteed.

At least when you enter, you don't have to worry about anything big.

As for the end of the auction, that's two things.

The staircase is facing downward, and a lamp is placed a few feet apart, and inside is a luminous stone, which does not look dim.

Fang Yuan walked along this passage for about a quarter of an hour or so, and finally came to the end.

When I came to the exit, I was stopped again.

"Secret Language!"

Two black-robed men with their faces covered, guarding on both sides, holding powerful magic weapons in their hands, staring at each other.

When Fang Yuan walked in, they looked at it with scrutinizing eyes, and one of them spoke up, his attitude very indifferent.

"This is the second test!"

recalled the details that Zhang Ya had explained to him that day,

There are two tests when entering the auction, the first is the invitation token issued by the organizer.

If you don't have a token, you can't enter the gate, you can't come here.

The second is this secret word, just in case, to prevent any monks from mixing in with special means.

The methods of immortal cultivators are strange, and some of them are even more incomprehensible.

This is just an extra layer of protection.

A lot of information quickly flashed through his mind, and at the same time, secret words blurted out.

"If the immortal has love, the immortal is also old, and the ruthlessness of the avenue is the vicissitudes of life!"

The secret language is not complicated, and what is stated is just the ruthlessness of the fairy road.

Fang Yuan's voice was unwavering, without the slightest emotion.

After confirming that the secret words were correct, the man in black stretched out his hand to signal a gesture of inviting in, and then stood back in place, as if there were two humanoid sculptures.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan didn't make any other moves, and walked in generously.

Inside is a large hall, like a large auditorium, with several aisles covered with a red blanket.

Boxy chairs crisscross the hall and divide it into patchy areas.

Each area is relatively independent, widely spaced, with rows of shaded planks in between.

In the middle of the hall, there is a high platform of about seven or eight zhang, and several huge stone pillars are erected around it.

On the top of the stone pillar hangs a lantern containing a luminous stone, which is bright and bright, illuminating the high platform.

In addition, the second and third floors of the auction are small private rooms, and the private rooms have a small window to see the hall.

It should be a special invitation, or a monk with abundant assets and advanced cultivation is eligible to be in the box.

After Fang Yuan entered here, he found that there were several such doors around the hall, and monks were walking out from behind the doors one after another, it seemed that there were several entrances and exits of this auction.

It's no wonder that when I came in all the way, I met very few monks, and they were very rare.

At this time, there were some monks sitting scattered on the chairs in the hall, many of whom had concealed their faces, and sat quietly on the chairs or closed their eyes to recuperate, while others looked around.

However, they didn't talk to each other, obviously not wanting others to know their identity.

It seems that it is still early, and there are still many seats in the hall.

Fang Yuan walked to the corner quietly and found a chair to sit down at random.

Someone in the corner was talking softly, and his face couldn't be seen clearly, and the voices seemed to be one old and one young.

The two glanced at Fang Yuan, then ignored it and continued to talk, but the voice was a little quieter than before.

Fang Yuan overheard the conversation between the two, the young man seemed to have seen this kind of scene for the first time, so there were a lot of problems, the old man should be well-informed and knew a lot of secrets.

The voices of the two were relatively quiet, and some came intermittently.

After Fang Yuan listened to a few words, he couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Youth: "Second uncle, is it a foundation monk in the van?" ”

"Isn't it just a small auction at the level of the Qi cultivation period?"

Old man: "Shhhh ”

"I heard that there will be some changes in the auction here, it seems that some items have been temporarily replaced, and that's why that's it."

Although the old man didn't say it directly, it was not difficult to hear from his tone that this auction should really have the existence of a foundation building monk.

Fang Yuan silently looked at the situation here.

He found that the people sitting in the hall were all Qi Refining Stage cultivators, there were more mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators like him, and there were a few late Qi Refining Stage cultivators.

Then he glanced upstairs.

"I'm afraid it's not a foundation building cultivator, but also an existence in the late stage of Qi cultivation."

I guessed slightly.