The Ancestor Race will be held in a month's time, and now the First City of the First Origin is the busiest time of the decade.

The big contest of the thirty-six major forces was held in the First City of One Yuan, and the other major forces only sent the winners after the competition was completed on their own territory outside.

But even so, the players of the thirty-six major forces alone added up to hundreds of thousands, plus the entourage, all poured in.

There are nearly 1,000 empty boats entering and leaving the airport every day, and the public area is even more overcrowded, and some inns and restaurants are declared full.

Fanyin Sect opened an auction house, but in fact, there is also a retail industry, and there are a lot of special weapons, magic weapons, and pills.

The noise outside has nothing to do with Emperor Zhu Wu, and he said hello to Fan Xiaobei, asking her not to disturb, he himself meditates and cultivates every day, waiting for the game to start.

He has no follow-up exercises now, and twice in a row, he has tasted the wonders of "Invincible Supreme Ascending Immortal Record", and he really doesn't want to be promoted indiscriminately, and now, he has been trying to improve his spiritual power control, polish his divine sense, and ponder the two deaths and life, and the three strokes.

Although it is not allowed to arrange the Spirit Drawing Array privately in the First Yuan City, the spiritual energy here is really abundant, and it is not far from the Yunxian Valley.

With those low-level spells, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang almost didn't have to think about the problem of running out of spiritual power, and the strength and control of his divine consciousness made subtle progress every day.

But the study of those three brushstrokes was somewhat beyond his ability.

This pattern is extremely weird, he has tried to draw it with rune paper, but every time he goes down, the spiritual power will gush out wildly, often after a few strokes, the spiritual power of 1,998 lotus petals will be exhausted, and it is not enough to finish the painting.

And when you stop, the strokes that have been drawn will disappear, and Emperor Zhu Wuhuang feels that there seems to be a wonderful power in the underworld, which is preventing this pattern from appearing.

Then, he tried to simulate it in the dantian with his divine sense, and it was still the same, but this time it was the divine consciousness that was consumed...

"It seems that these three strokes are really not what I can grasp now... We can only wait until after the fusion realm to see if there is any hope of drawing them..."

Failed again, Emperor Da Zhu Wuhuang gasped a few times, and meditated with a wry smile to recover.

After being promoted to the fusion realm, the body will be fused with the gods, the heart and the mind, and the essence and the consciousness, and a certain amount of spiritual power can be stored in the physical body, and the strength of the divine consciousness will also increase a lot, I don't know if it can be completed.

After resting for a while, the lotus petal has recovered a lot, and I have been bored in the room for a few days, and I am also a little bored, and the cultivation of this thing is originally very boring, but sometimes the combination of work and rest is better.

He got up and walked outside, ready to take a walk.

What Fan Xiaobei arranged for him was an independent small courtyard, just on the right side of her own residence, as soon as she pushed open the courtyard door, an exclamation came from outside the door: "It's finally out..."

Then a girl who was a little baby fat and looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old rushed over, grabbed his sleeve, pouted her mouth, and muttered: "... Why did you just come out!"

Da Zhu Wuhuang was a little blindsided by her, took a step back, and said strangely: "Who are you?"

"Hmm... I'm Fan Xiaonan... Didn't Senior Sister Xiaobei tell you?"

The girl looked at him strangely, as if it was incredulous.

Da Zhu Wuhuang pointed to his nose and asked, "Then who am I?"

"You are Huang Xiaoqian... It's broken, it's broken, you can't have something wrong with your cultivation, right? I don't even know who I am..."

Fan Xiaonan's eyes widened, covering his small mouth like a water chestnut, and he was extremely surprised.

"Do we know each other well?"

Fan Xiaonan was even more surprised: "I'm not familiar, are you really brainy? It's the first time we've met!"

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang could only admit defeat, covered his forehead and asked, "What is the matter?"

Fan Xiaonan blinked his big eyes a few times and said, "Sister Xiaobei told me to look here, and I will take you to her as soon as I see you... As a result..."

She wrenched her fingers, one hand was not enough, and she raised the other hand, came to the front of Emperor Zhu Wu, and said in a very exaggerated tone: "One, two, three, four... Seven days... I've been waiting for you for seven days!"

Her fingers are also fleshy, and there are small dimples on the back of her hand, which are very cute, and Da Zhu Wuhuang suddenly felt that he was in a good mood, and walked forward with a smile: "Okay, hard girl, go back and compensate you with some good things... Go, take me there!"

Fan Xiaonan followed behind, bouncing and walking, muttering: "Compensation for me, what compensation? delicious...?"

Well, the sugar gourd in the east of here is delicious, but it's too expensive... Or treat me to that..."

She muttered to herself in the back, and Emperor Zhu Wuhuang shook his head and smiled, but he didn't say a word.

Fan Xiaobei lived not far from him, and he didn't walk a few steps to arrive, and as soon as he knocked on the door, a maid came out to tell him that she had gone to the auction house in front.

Fan Xiaonan covered his mouth and exclaimed: "That's right, it's a big shot today, it's so lively..."

She looked at Da Zhu Wuhuang with a resentful expression: "It's all you, I'll wait for you to forget... It's really lively, and there are a lot of treasures, which Uncle Hongyan doesn't usually show us... Let's go!"

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang is indeed a little interested, the auction of the Sanskrit Yin Sect is the top in the one-yuan world, and it is good to take the opportunity to understand what treasures are in this world and what their value is, and they can also be targeted when they go back to the treasure house.

The two of them walked towards the main building in front of them, where a soundproof formation was set up, and it was still very quiet outside, and when they entered the auction hall, it was full of people.

The hall of nearly 10,000 square meters is divided into three floors, crowded with people, and there are boxes at the top of one side facing the auction table.

"It's almost noon, well, it's going to begin... But this time it's Sister Xiaobei who presides, and we can only wait until it's over to find her..."

Fan Xiaonan pulled the corner of his clothes and drilled into the crowd, thinking of going upstairs at the end of the center, but there were too many people, and after a while, he squeezed out a fragrant sweat.

Da Zhu Wuhuang smiled, took her little hand, and led her behind him, and then parted his arms.

Standing at the bottom were all ordinary martial artists, who could withstand his pushing, and for a while, the crowd in front of them rolled away, and a wide road automatically flashed.

Someone was stumbling and just wanted to scold his mother, but he saw a little girl behind him with a guqin mark on his body, and immediately swallowed it back.

Although the Sanskrit Yin Sect is different from the past, the background is here, and this is their home field, just a vulgar martial artist, even if it is an innate realm, where can they be offended?

Fan Xiaonan is indeed a little ignorant of the world, he was held by the little hand of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang and did not struggle, seeing the crowd separated like waves, he thought it was very funny, and giggled in the back: "What kind of spell is this, teach me well!"

"Teach you, yes, but it's going to be like this..."

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang bent his arms in front of him, and under the loose robe, he could still see the solid muscles bounce.

"It's so ugly, don't..." Fan Xiaonan wrinkled his nose, shook his head fiercely, and never mentioned this topic again.

This is the auction hall of the Sanskrit Yin Sect, which naturally reserves a special place, which was originally used to entertain those sudden distinguished guests, and today it is almost full, but fortunately there is an empty box.

Although Fan Xiaonan has not yet entered the immortal gate, she, like Fan Xiaobei, is a child adopted by the old sect master, and has a very high status in the Fanyin Sect.

The little girl's mouth was stuffed with the fruits prepared in the box, and she leaned in front of the crystal curtain wall in front of her, muttering vaguely: "None.. What's the matter, isn't it rough for Xiao Bei to think about it?"

As soon as the words fell, a white light flashed in front of the auction table below, and a woman with a long sword on her back came out from both sides and stood under the stage, and then, Fan Xiaobei walked out from behind the stage.

She is wearing a special robe made by Sanskrit Yinzong today, with silver piping, and the guqin logo on her chest is decorated with colorful gemstones, and her cloud-like hair is curled upwards, with a phoenix hairpin, which looks a lot more mature than before, but it is more charming, with those eyes that are as bright as stars, it is really beautiful.

Unlike Jia Rouhan, Fan Xiaobei rarely appeared in Yiyuan Shicheng before, and this time, it was the first time she really walked to the front of the stage.

As soon as she appeared, not only the ordinary martial artists below, but even the people in the immortal sect of the major forces in the box also let out a low exclamation.

There are not many female immortal cultivators in Yiyuan Shicheng, and beautiful women are even more scarce resources, not that there are few, but compared to men, the proportion is a little out of balance, so Jia Rouhan is so sought after.

But at this time, another beauty of the same level appeared in the Fanyin Sect, and judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from her body, she was already a demonic genius in the Enlightened Light Realm.

For a while, many young geniuses in the box felt a little uneasy, and they were originally just casually coming to see, but at this time, they decided to make a splash at the auction so as to attract the attention of the beauties.

In one of the boxes, the handsome guy was sitting with Jia Rouhan, and this guy's eyes were also bright, but he quickly looked away casually, and said to the side with a smile: "Sister Rouhan, this one is no worse than you... If you want to ignore my brother again, I will empathize and stop falling in love then, but don't blame me!"

Beside the two of them, there were still many young people, all of them were all magnificent, almost all of them were cultivators of the Enlightened Realm.

However, if you don't look at the appearance and only talk about the cultivation, the fat person is the best.

The twenty-eight-year-old fusion realm is also unique in the past thousand years, and the Shuai Mansion is famous, so among these people, he is naturally the leader.

As soon as he opened his mouth at this time, someone next to him immediately smiled: "Handsome guy, your words will hurt the heart of Rouhan's sister... Besides, it's not good to eat in the bowl and look at the pot...

Well, sister-in-law, we don't count on it, let's give it to the brothers if the new one comes!"

Several young people next to him also made a loud noise, and the fat man's eyes narrowed and he laughed.

The sister-in-law really shouted to his heart.

Jia Rouhan was still wearing a thin veil, but her face was silent under the tulle, as if she didn't hear what they were saying at all, sitting alone in the corner, looking in the direction of a box next to her from time to time.

The crystal curtain walls of these boxes are one-sided, and you can't see the inside clearly.

"The one before, it seems to be Huang Wu, I didn't see it too clearly, but it seems to be him... How did he get together with the people of the Sanskrit Yin Sect? I have to tell the ancestor about this..."

For the Jia clan, the top-ranked forces were not originally their competitors, and among those forces outside the city, only a few were noteworthy, and the Fanyin Sect was among them.

There are thirty-six positions in the first city of one yuan, one radish and one pit, and one will be pushed down one when it comes up.

Although Jia Shi reached an agreement with Shuaifu, she was only three players who had entered the Xianmen, and those two were still picked by others, so they were by no means foolproof.

If the Sanskrit Yin Sect enters the top thirty-six, it is very likely that they will be the ones who are pushed down.

Although his ancestor didn't seem to be very interested in Emperor Zhu Wuhuang, for Jia Rouhan, he attached great importance to this mysterious person, and always felt that there was some secret hidden in this person, and it was very likely to be a variable.

Now that he sees him walking with the Sanskrit Yin Sect, he will naturally be a little nervous.

In the midst of the noise, a soft and crisp voice sounded in the venue, and the auction began.

Fan Xiaobei has been cultivated as the next sect master since he was a child, whether it is his bearing, mentality, or even dealing with others, he is first-class, and it is naturally more than enough to preside over an auction.

In a few words, he took advantage of his appearance and successfully mobilized the atmosphere in the room, and then began to show the first lot.

Everywhere in the auction house, there are similar rules, and the first and last lot is often the best.

The first one is used to set the mood of the auction, while the last one is the finale.

As soon as this auction item was brought to the stage, it caused a burst of exclamations!

"Fourth-order mid-grade magic weapon, Phantom Cloud Clothes and a set of Phantom Cloud Boots! Only charge a lot of money, don't accept silver tickets! The reserve price is 10 million big money!"

Even in the First Origin City, a fourth-order magic weapon was an extremely rare thing, not to mention, it was a complete set of defensive treasures, and its value was even higher.

This kind of treasure, even if it only collects a lot of money, it will be at least hundreds of millions, and the reserve price is 10 million, which is not even a fraction.

However, the Sanskrit Yin Sect set the reserve price so low, originally wanted to mobilize the atmosphere, if the bid was too low at that time, there would naturally be arranged manpower to appear, either raise the price, or directly auction to avoid losses.

Naturally, the ordinary warriors downstairs could only look at this lot, and they were not even qualified to bid at all.

After a short silence, in the box where the fat man was, a young man directly quoted a price of 50 million, increasing the reserve price by five times.

Great Zhu Wuhuang is also very interested, not that this fourth-order magic weapon is good, but after the Ten Thousand Illusion Robe is gone, he really doesn't have such a magic weapon at hand, he is really scared of running naked, just buy a piece of clothing to wear, and the garbage will be garbage!

After all, a few months ago, I was still holding a second-order flying sword as a treasure, and I had to learn to live a low-key life!

To let others know, he actually regarded this treasure as a street goods from street stalls, and he probably had the heart to vomit blood.

However, I don't have a lot of money in my pocket, so what should I do?

The bids next to him came and went, he frowned and listened helplessly, and suddenly had an idea and called Fan Xiaonan over.