In the gold bottle auction house, the lights are bright and brilliant.

As you can tell from the name, the main style here is high class and style, so although the decoration here is elegant, it is more extravagant.

Gold is the most common color here.

For example, in the center of the lobby of the auction house, there is a huge glass lamp that is expensive, which is composed of thousands of small lamps, and when hung up, it is like a waterfall of streamers, blooming with pale golden light.

So that no matter where you are in the lobby, there is a golden halo.

This halo made Lan Chen, who walked to the door of the lobby, feel slightly uncomfortable, and he covered his eyes with his broad palm.

"I knew I should have bought a hat."

Lan Chen pursed his lips and muttered to himself.

Yes, Blue Dust didn't wear a hat.

Even Lan Chen changed his outfit, all over his body, leather clothes and leather pants, and the reward for finding a cat was spent by him like this.

This outfit is actually not suitable for Lan Chen, he is relatively thin, wearing leather clothes and leather pants, he will not look good.

So Lan Chen even changed his body and face, if anyone knows him, they will find that he looks very similar to a tough guy on the screen.

The current Lan Chen is at least 1.9 meters tall, with a sturdy figure, like an iron tower, with short hair, a cold face, and is very handsome and tough.

This is a camouflage spell, a primary psychic spell that changes the caster's face and body shape for about a minute.

Blue Dust can maintain this spiritual technique for two hours.

For this reason, the spiritual power in his body that was already depleted was squeezed by him again, like scooping another handful of water from a poor puddle.

But it is necessary.

He needs to be cautious and subtle now, Lan Chen's current situation is not very strong, and he doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so a false identity is very important to him.

Especially for a while, this identity may be noticed by many people.

Lan Chen patted the shoulder without dust and walked towards the lobby.

Entering the wide and bright lobby of the auction house, Lan Chen saw that there were already many people who had come to participate in the auction, most of them were dressed in exquisite costumes.

Lan Chen, who was wearing a leather coat, was a little out of place, although he didn't care.

There are inscriptions on the walls of the lobby.

"We can't auction off God, but we have everything."

With such an arrogant spirit, few other auction houses can catch up.

Lan Chen also let out a rare "oh", this auction house has some appetite for him.

Of course, he didn't have any impression of this auction house.

During the game, he once walked around Atanor and didn't see an auction house called the Golden Bottle.

Even, he remembered, this was a shop for alchemy weapons in the past.

Fifty years on, so many things have changed.

With a small sigh, Lan Chen came to the service counter in the lobby, and a maturely dressed female waiter took the initiative to ask him.

"Is there any trouble, sir?"

"No, no trouble."

Lan Chen's tone was cold. "Of course, if you really want to talk about trouble, I have a spirit magic here, and if you can, I want to auction it off."

That's right, when Lan Chen came to the auction house, he planned to auction the spiritual arts, and his biggest wealth now, in addition to the ten holy relics that he couldn't use yet, was the countless spiritual arts in his mind.

Not every psychic has a powerful spiritual technique, spiritual magic is the foundation of the spiritual master's survival, and powerful spiritual magic is generally a secret that is not passed on.

Therefore, powerful spiritual arts are very valuable.

The waitress was still smiling, asking respectfully.

"Really, psiso? What level of psychic art do you want to auction? ”

"It's an octane." Blue Dust replied calmly.

The Mystery Spiritual Technique is already a high-level spiritual technique, but it is not too exaggerated, and Lan Chen will not come up with those spiritual techniques that exceed the specifications at this time, otherwise, it will be difficult for him to be peaceful.

But this kind of spiritual magic has already surprised the waitress, and she understands the value of mysteries very well, her voice is raised a few degrees, and she hurriedly asks.

"What you say is true?"

Lan Chen expected her reaction, and didn't explain too much, just said coldly.

"I'm not lying, and besides, it's a good deal, you can't be the master, let someone who can talk talk to me."

The cold face, in such a calm tone, suddenly calmed the waiter who had read countless people, and she immediately agreed.

"Yes, sir, please come with me."

After saying that, the waitress very respectfully took Lan Chen into a reception room, and after serving some delicate snacks and black tea, she withdrew.

With such a service attitude, Lan Chen didn't find fault with it, and nodded slightly, no wonder Zayatano was able to develop to this point.

Soon, Lan Chen had just taken a sip of black tea when someone came in.

It's a woman.

Tall, beautiful, with an elf-like face, long green hair like a waterfall, and a pair of slender legs, seductive and moving.

This is a rare beauty.

Of course, people who can be in charge of the auction house are naturally more eloquent, and she came to Lan Chen and introduced herself generously.

"Hello, mysterious and cold handsome guy, my name is Philip, how do you call me?"

"Nord, you can call me that."

Blue Dust makes Phili call him Nord.

"Okay, Nord, your name is as tough as yours, don't mind if I sit down and talk to you?"

Phili is extremely polite and can make people feel good about her in a short period of time.

Lan Chen didn't have any reason, let her stand and talk to herself about the deal, and said.

"Please."

Fei Li and Lan Chen sat opposite each other on the couch before she spoke.

"Okay, Nord, if, as you say, you want to sell an Upanishads. I think we should be faster, and the next auction is about to start. ”

Lan Chen was not in a hurry at all, but picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly. "Don't worry, good things are not afraid of being late. Moreover, they will be more than willing to wait. After all, what I'm going to auction is going to be a lost ancient spirit. ”

Fei Li's pupils immediately shrank.

It turned out to be ancient spiritism!

You must know that many powerful spiritualists are very keen to find those lost spiritual arts, especially ancient spiritual arts, not only because of the power of those ancient spiritual arts, but also because some of the ancient spiritual techniques contain information, but also about the distant era, the secrets of a super ancient country.

That super ancient kingdom once ruled this world, and at that time, it was said that there were still gods.

But the ancient kingdom has been destroyed, and even history has not been left, except for some ancient spirits that can be left on stone tablets, animal bones, and fur books, which can also prove the existence of the ancient kingdom, others, such as the remains of civilization, are buried in the torrent of time.

At the same time, ancient spirituality is recorded in ancient texts, and people nowadays are almost incomprehensible.

Interpreting ancient spiritualism has gradually become a subject of spiritual magicians.

Every time there is an ancient spirit, it will attract the attention of a lot of spiritists, and if you decipher the ancient spirits, you can even be famous among the group of spiritists.

It was hard for Fei Li to believe that the cold tall man in front of her actually had an esoteric-level ancient spirit technique.

Because this person is unknown, Phili has never heard of it.

So, Phili asked tentatively.

"What do you need?"

Lan Chen glanced at Fei Li indifferently and said.

"Give me a keel, a blood-colored clay tablet, or a three-headed dog's skin. As we all know, archaic spiritualism can only be recorded on these three carriers. ”

Fei Li immediately apologized, but was relieved.

Knowing this, it is obvious that this guy in front of him is unlikely to be a liar. After all, ancient spiritualism, where is well known.

So Philip greeted and departed, and soon she came in with a silver tray with a keel in it.

"Dear Nord, the keel you want is here, and I believe you're not going to let me down, right?"

Fei Li smiled and handed the silver tray to the table in front of Lan Chen.

In the silver tray, the keel was safely placed in it, the size of a fist, polished, diamond-shaped, blood-red, as if infected in blood, with an inexplicably oppressive majesty, looking at it, like examining a dragon corpse.

Lan Chen glanced at it, then picked up the keel and put it in his palm to figure it out, his tone was unfathomable.

"You won't be disappointed."