Two hours later, Lin Qingfan walked out of the martial arts building with a tired face, and even the little beast sitting on his shoulder was displeased.

"That old man is too stupid, and he said that martial arts should not be sloppy, and it should be carefully recorded. ”

"Hehe, forget it, what the elder said is right, martial arts cannot be sloppy, especially the martial arts that are recorded in the book. If it's sloppy now, people in the future won't go crazy after learning it......" Lin Qingfan stretched out his finger and pointed at the little beast's head, and said gently.

"But, he's made you beat it more than a hundred times!" the little beast pouted in dissatisfaction, feeling like his master had been tricked.

"Haha, that old man is too stupid!" Lin Qingfan thought about it, but more than a hundred times was too much, so he couldn't help but nod and smile.

"It's just that...... It's stupid, it's stupid!" the little beast nodded its little head vigorously.

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Qingyang Town, Central Bazaar.

It's rare to take a leisurely time, Lin Qingfan wants to take a good stroll. From inexplicably returning to this world, inexplicably possessed by this dead boy, it has been almost a year now, but Lin Qingfan has come to this central market for the third time.

Towards the end of the year, there was light snow in the sky, but this did not affect the mood of the people. The streets are still crowded, and the small stalls on the roadside are also doing brisk business.

Looking at this unusually prosperous scene, Lin Qingfan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The current world is really peaceful!"

Thinking back to the past, there were only three hundred and sixty-five big cities in the entire Great Witch World, and these cities were all established to resist the attacks of the desolate beasts.

Human beings are fighting for survival all the time, and they don't stop until the moment of death!

"It was an era of brave men, an era of blood!" Lin Qingfan muttered to himself, his eyes had become hot, looking up at the sky, letting the cold snowflakes fall on his face, but he still couldn't calm the trace of war intent in his heart at the moment.

"Hurry up, the last auction at the end of the year is about to begin. Suddenly, a voice pulled Lin Qingfan back to reality, he turned around sharply and looked towards Shengyuan, but saw that many people were gathering in one direction.

This is the auction hall that Lin Qingfan has been to twice before.

The auction hall is divided into two parts, and Lin Qingfan has been to the underground part before, which is also a place for free trading.

And now, it is finally for Lin Qingfan to catch up with a regular auction.

Generally, formal auctions can only be held with a lot of good things. Therefore, this time is bound to attract many people.

"Let's take a look!" Lin Qingfan also has a lot of curiosity about the auction.

Mixed in with the flow of people, Lin Qingfan soon came to the entrance, and after paying a gold coin, he passed the guards smoothly.

After passing through a slightly dimly lit corridor, the space in front of him suddenly lit up, this was a huge circular space, the scale was no smaller than the gladiatorial arena where he had fought a life-and-death battle with Bai Cheng before.

Here, the auction hall is divided into two floors, the upper floor has a slightly smaller number of seats, but the view is the best, especially the position directly facing the rostrum, which belongs to the special private room, the kind that money can't buy.

As for the lobby at the bottom, there are many seats here, which belong to the civilian seats.

Lin Qingfan randomly found a position in the front right corner of this lobby and sat down, he came here with an attitude of watching the excitement, and now that Lin Bai's two families were on the knife edge, he couldn't let too many people notice him.

Just after Lin Qingfan sat down, after almost a cup of tea, the noisy lobby gradually quieted down.

At this time, on the rostrum in front of him, an old man walked out, and the old man was wearing a yellow robe, and many special runes were embroidered on the robe.

In particular, on the left chest, three stars are embroidered.

Looking at these star-shaped patterns and the cumbersome runes on his robe, Lin Qingfan knew that this was definitely not a decoration, and these runes only revealed some strange energy.

Just when Lin Qingfan was different, the old man on the rostrum took two steps forward with his standing body, and then raised his hands and gently pressed them in the air, and said, "Old decay, dead wood, I am honored to serve as the auctioneer of Li Ji Chamber of Commerce today." ”

The old man only stepped forward to report a name, and the next time to set off a commotion.

"It's actually a master of deadwood, is it possible, there are valuable treasures in this auction?"

"There must be, otherwise it would be impossible for Master Deadwood to preside over it. ”

"Master Deadwood should be the chief refining master of Anyang City now!"

"It should be, I heard that a few days ago, the Anyang City Refiner Branch held a refining competition, and Master Deadwood won the first place and became the president of the branch!"

......

From these discussions, Lin Qingfan gradually learned the identity of this old man.

"The Refiner Guild, it seems that these should be the institutions of the Great Xia Kingdom. Lin Qingfan combined the information and analyzed it in his mind, and at the same time carefully looked at the old refiner.

The old man was thin and thin, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man, but Lin Qingfan would not underestimate him.

Because, judging from the breath of this old man and his keen eyes, he is definitely a master.

As for the combat power, it is difficult to say now.

"Hehe, everyone be quiet, I think everyone is very curious about the old man and me as the auctioneer this time. Deadwood raised his right hand and pressed the pressure in the air, and his words were also very soft, but the thousands of people present heard it clearly, as if the voice was ringing directly in their ears.

The moment he heard the old man's voice, Lin Qingfan's body was shocked, and he said in shock: "The power of divine sense!"

Yes, in the seemingly soft words of the old man of the dead wood before, it was what Lin Shan did not long ago, mixing the power of divine consciousness into his voice.

This kind of power can only be used by monks above the Bigu period, that is to say, this seemingly inconspicuous old man of dead wood is at least a monk in the Bigu period.

As the old man's words fell, the whole hall also fell silent in an instant, and a pair of puzzled eyes looked at the rostrum, staring at the old man with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, the old man didn't waste time, this time, the old man brought three spiritual weapons, two of which were low-grade and one was medium-grade. Master Deadwood nodded and smiled.

As soon as these words came out, for a while, the entire square was silent, and two seconds later, a burst of exclamations suddenly erupted!

"Spirit Weapon!"

Everyone was shocked, even Lin Qingfan was stunned.

You must know that their Lin family only has one spirit weapon in such a big family, and the value of this spirit weapon is the same as that of war beasts, and some are even more expensive than war beasts.

"Spirit weapon!" Lin Qingfan muttered to himself, couldn't help but smash his tongue, and couldn't help but have a new understanding of the old man on the stage.

"Who is this refiner?"