After entering the store, Gu Qingxi found that the store was surprisingly spacious.
There were many tables in the hall, and many monks set up stalls on the tables to sell things.
The monks' noisy bargaining was endless, and it was like a market.
Suddenly, two monks started fighting. The monks around hurriedly hugged their things and scattered to avoid them.
The next moment, two people in black robes appeared behind the two monks.
The two monks' faces changed, and they realized what stupid things they had done. They wanted to beg for mercy, but found that they couldn't make any sound.
They could only stare with fear and stand upright.
Then the black-robed man stretched out his hand, grabbed the necks of the two monks like an eagle grabbing a chick, and carried the two to the door.
Then the two black-robed men each slapped the monk they grabbed. With
two puffs, the two monks who had just fought, after being hit by the black-robed man, vomited blood and flew out of the store.
Finally, it fell heavily to the ground, and there was no movement for a long time.
An Qingyuan whispered to Gu Qingxi: "The city lord has stipulated that when trading things here, it is up to each person to cheat or steal. But you cannot fight, otherwise, the end will be like the two people just now."
Gu Qingxi nodded in understanding.
She probably knew the style of the city lord of Dafeng City.
Fighting to death or maiming outside has nothing to do with him, but under his nose, the dragon must be coiled and the tiger must lie down.
This is his territory, he has the final say!
Passing through the hall and coming to the back of the shop, what caught the eye was a three-story pavilion.
At the entrance of the pavilion, there was a plaque hanging, and a few words were written crookedly on the plaque, "Auction House".
Gu Qingxi stared at the crooked handwriting, thinking that maybe a five-year-old child could write better than this.
"Don't laugh at this handwriting, it was written by the city lord himself. If you laugh at it, we will be like the two people just now." An Qingyuan whispered.
Gu Qingxi: "..."
The handwriting is so ugly, and you have the nerve to hang it up as a sign.
It's fine to hang it up as a sign, but it's not even funny!
Thinking of the fate of the two people just now, Gu Qingxi's mouth twitched. Okay, it's someone else's
territory, they can play however they want!
Anyway, you are in someone else's territory, just abide by their rules! After entering this three-story pavilion, you will find that it is a high-ceilinged building. At the front of the ground floor is a high platform, and under the high platform is a semicircular venue, which is full of worn-out stools. Obviously, this is where people with the lowest ticket price sit. On the second floor are some half-worn chairs, which are better than stools, at least they have a backrest. On the third floor are some small boxes, which are naturally where the monks who bought first-class tickets sit. After An Qingyuan showed their tickets to the black-robed monks stationed here, he sat in the seats that belonged to the two of them. "The view here is good. The things auctioned tonight are said to be very rare and valuable." An Qingyuan said, thinking for a moment, and added, "Of course, it's not a teleportation talisman." At present, only the Immortal Alliance Conference has teleportation talismans for auction. This thing is indeed very precious and rare for ordinary cultivators, but it is not rare for the disciples of Zilin Peak. Because everyone has a few. In the auction hall, cultivators came in one after another and sat down. Half an hour later, the seats in the auction hall were almost full. Gu Qingxi found that some cultivators were wearing masks on their faces. After a little thought, I knew the reason. The reason why the black market is called the black market must be that some things are not legitimate, or there are some taboos about the things. People who buy these things naturally don't want others to know their identities. An Qingyuan didn't prepare masks for him and his junior sister because he thought that he and his junior sister didn't have anything to buy. Even if they had something to buy, it shouldn't be something taboo. Gu Qingxi thought so at first. She thought that this time she followed her second senior brother to see the black market. However, one of the items being auctioned at this auction caught her off guard.
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