"Let's wait until the auction is over. I'll think about it carefully. There will be a road to the mountain, and there will be a solution."
Lu Fan stood up and comforted the two girls with a smile.
It was less than half an hour before the auction started. Lu Fan and others had almost rested, and they all went out to the location of the magic weapon auction.
Walking on the road, the surrounding streets and buildings are all lit up by bright red lanterns. The antique streets and antique crowds make you feel like you have traveled through time and space and arrived at a grand and prosperous capital city in ancient times.
"Master Lu, please come with me." Mingfang led the way.
When everyone walked into the street, they could see that even though it was night, it was extremely lively. Monks were walking back and forth one by one, and sometimes they could see giants in the divine realm, all of them arrogant.
But the vast majority are still ordinary monks, but their strength is not lower than that of those who have transformed into realms.
The road is clean and spacious, paved with blue bricks. There are many cultivators wearing bodyguards on the street, holding weapons and looking alert. Most of them are cultivators in the late stage of transformation.
As I walked, there was a huge building in front of me, a four-story ancient-style building with red lights hung high and hanging down in rows. On the plaque outside the building, five golden characters were written: Ziwu
auction.
Some Neijin monks stood in front of the door, and there were even monks in the Transformation Realm and the late Transformation Realm who stood at the door of the building, responsible for receiving guests and collecting spiritual stones.
I saw cultivators participating in the auction lining up neatly, and after paying the corresponding spiritual stones, they entered the venue in an orderly manner.
There were many cultivators participating in the auction, but the scene did not appear crowded or chaotic at all. Everything was carried out in order.
"It's Ziwu Auction House again. What does this Ziwu Auction House mean, and what is its relationship with the Ziwu Auction House in the outside world?"
Lu Fan raised his head and looked at the five words on the plaque, his brows knitted together, puzzled.
"I don't know. I've also asked some people why Mo Wanqian insists on calling all his auction houses Ziwu, but no one knows. If you want to know, I'm afraid you can only ask Mo Wanqian.
