Chapter 449 Auction House

This day.

The morning light appears.

The huge Nanyu City is already crowded with people.

Many monks with different cultivation levels poured into Nanyu City from the four city entrances, and then went straight to the center of the city.

Although the ancient forbidden land can only be entered by monks at the foundation level or above, there will be no shortage of sales activities for Qi Condensation level monks during the auction. It is also a great opportunity for low-level monks to exchange equipment and obtain resources.

At this time, the center of the city was even more crowded, and shouts and curses could be heard from time to time.

If it weren't for the people from Haina Zhai and the City Lord's Mansion to maintain order, I'm afraid a fight would have started.

The entrance to the auction is located below the Haina Zhai attic. At this time, there are dozens of Foundation Establishment Realm monks wearing uniform Haina Zhai uniforms at the spacious entrance, preparing to inspect the vouchers. There is a Core Formation Realm monk on the left and right to maintain order. .

Right above the entrance, there are several photo balls embedded in it.

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed when he saw this in the distance, and he immediately put on his mask.

With a melodious bell ringing, the hour has arrived.

Like a flood breaking through a river embankment, people who had already been crowded and restless held their vouchers in hand, and after being inspected by dozens of Foundation Establishment monks, they began to pour into the auction house.

Since there are monks in the Dan Formation Realm taking charge, it is still chaotic but orderly.

Zhan Nianchuan was also mixed in the crowd, moving forward slowly. Suddenly, his body stiffened slightly, and then he continued to squeeze forward as if nothing had happened.

"What a bad luck, why is this bitch here?"

At this moment, he was extremely vigilant, because he was sure that his enemy Zhao Bufan was nearby.

Just now, he suddenly discovered that the Ten Thousand Devouring Ants on his body had been stimulated by some unknown source, and began to become irritable and kept rushing into the spirit beast bag.

After a brief thought, he realized that these were definitely the Ten Thousand Devouring Ants he had released more than ten years ago in order to escape for his life. It caused a reaction among the same kind at close range. As for the person who controls them, apart from Zhao Bufan, a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, Zhan Nianchuan can't think of anyone else.

Since he can sense that the other party is nearby, I believe that Zhao Bufan can also sense him. This is a very troublesome thing. After all, his current cultivation level is too far away from the other party.

But fortunately there are too many people here, I believe she can't be sure who she is, Zhan Nianchuan thought.

And dozens of feet away from Zhan Nianchuan, a slender female cultivator with a veil on her face quietly used her magic to confine the two golden and silver flying ants that were restless in her hands. She was extremely surprised in her heart. :

"The information provided by this old guy is indeed correct. This guy is actually here. Now I can hope to recover my flying boat and magic weapon embryo. Hey, treacherous boy, I have kept you cool for more than 20 years. Give it to me Die."

Glancing at the old man who was following him closely, Zhao Bufan frowned slightly and thought to himself, trouble:

"It seems that this old guy will definitely follow me. It will not be easy to get rid of him, and the power behind him must be quite large. We can consider using them to find this kid. But if they join forces then Rob, there’s really nothing I can do about it.”

Thinking of his flying boat and magical weapon embryo, especially the possible treasures in the mysterious valley, Zhao Bufan's heart felt hot.

She didn't know if she had discovered anything, but the old man's voice came to her ears:

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, have you found any trace of that person?"

"Not yet, I just have to look for it again." Zhao Bufan rolled his eyes and said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao doesn't need to worry too much. The people below are just interested in that person. As for the items on his body, fellow daoist can take them away. Haha, no sect is willing to offend a casual cultivator with such a high level of cultivation as fellow daoist." "Yes." As if he knew what Zhao Bufan was thinking, the old man sincerely made his promise again.

Zhao Bufan said a few casual words, but he was secretly sneering in his heart.

Only the devil knows whether they are interested in a person or an item on that kid. Before they find the kid, all the agreements will not count.

At the same time, hundreds of feet behind Zhan Nianchuan, Feng Jianxiu and Zhuang Wuneng, the supreme elders of the Thousand Sword Sect, were also mixed in the crowd, moving forward slowly.

"Do you think that boy is really in this auction?" Zhuang Wuneng asked via voice transmission. With the destruction of the White Tiger Clan, and after so many years, he has completely corrected his position.

"Maybe, no one will joke about this." Feng Jianxiu said lightly, looking at the dense crowd with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"That's right here, let's see how he runs away this time!" Upon hearing this, Zhuang Wuneng suddenly let out a ferocious laugh, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the sudden burst of momentum made everyone around him avoid him.

He hated this guy who caused him to lose his body and could be said to have single-handedly destroyed his sect.

Feng Jianxiu frowned when he saw this, and followed the crowd to get out of the way, and shouted angrily via Chuanyin:

"What are you doing? Are you afraid that others won't find you? Don't forget how cunning and cunning that kid is, not to mention that besides us, there are people who are also plotting against this kid!"

"Even if you find this kid, you still treat me as if you don't know!"

Being scolded by Feng Jianxiu, Zhuang Wuneng knew that what he did was indeed wrong, so he could only listen in silence.

...

After showing the voucher with the spiritual seal to the monk in charge of inspection, Zhan Nianchuan walked through a golden door dozens of feet wide and entered the auction house.

What he saw shocked him deeply.

The previous auctions of the five sects in Nanlu were completely different from this one.

Standing at the door, the first thing he saw was the circular auction table in the center of the venue, which was dozens of feet in size and made of white spiritual materials, emitting a soft light.

Next to the auction table were circles of seats distributed in a ring, which kept circling upwards, and the people behind would not be affected by the people in front at all.

The seats in the first three rows were extremely large and comfortable, and they were independent of each other, with a distance of three feet between the left and right, and about half a foot between the front and back. It can be imagined that those who can sit here must be cultivators above the Jindan realm. The seats in the back are tightly connected, with a distance of only a few feet between the front and back.

There are eight aisles in the middle of the seats, and the entire auction venue is divided into eight areas. The back of the seats in each area shows the area and number.

Zhan Nianchuan walked forward slowly, and counted roughly, and couldn't help but be amazed secretly, there are a full eighteen floors! Moreover, even the lowest floor has 80 seats, and the seats of the entire 18th floor can accommodate more than 10,000 people.

And after the last 18th floor, there is a circle of empty circular corridors. There are many small rooms behind the corridors, which should be VIP rooms. Various lights are emitted from them, and some young and beautiful women with graceful figures come in and out from time to time.

After a faint glance, Zhan Nianchuan immediately found his seat and sat down. It was not bad. The distance from the round platform was only a few dozen feet, and he could see it clearly without using his spiritual sense.

Under the mask, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes kept flashing, and he seemed to be very curious about everything here, but he was a little uneasy in his heart.

It was not because Zhao Bufan was likely to be at the scene, but because the formation of this auction house was too powerful. According to Zhan Nianchuan's eyes, this was definitely a formation above the top level of the third level, which meant that even if he tried his best, he would not be able to break it in a short time.

Although in public, Hainazhai is unlikely to destroy its reputation and turn a good auction into a place of revenge, nor is it likely to target tens of thousands of cultivators in the venue, but this auction is closed after all, so it is better to be careful.

While calculating the possible weaknesses of the formation, Zhan Nianchuan suddenly smelled a familiar and elegant female body fragrance coming from beside him, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.