Miss Eight Series Summoner

The women who followed Feng Xi's face seemed to bow their heads slightly when they saw the two men! !

From this point of view, the status of these two men in this auction house seems to be quite high.

In this Shifeng country, this kind of behavior is very strange!

"Well, let's go down, let someone bring in something to eat and drink, besides, don't let anyone disturb!" The man whispered with a gentle smile.

But it wasn't the kind of cover-up. As he spoke, he glanced at Fengxi intentionally, and smiled with a gentle smile on his mouth.

After the two men heard this, they stepped aside and gave him way.

"Miss! Let's go!" Xingfeng looked like a gentleman, letting Fengxi go ahead with a slight test.

Feng Xi glanced at them, her eyes calm and indifferent, leading Qing Mu and Soul Tianyi without any strangeness and walked forward.

Going further along the corner, there is a box like a loft.

"This time, I heard that two ninth-tier powerful attacking monsters have come..."

"Well, my master is bound to win!"

"This time, my master will not give in. Who gets it, we still need to know the answer at that time!"

"That's natural..."

"..."

In the two alternate rooms of the upper box, the curtain at the door was embroidered with a large golden flower, while the other box was a black cloth curtain embroidered with a white lotus.

The people in the two rooms were saying this without opening the curtains.

From the tone of the words, it seemed to hear the guarded, angry and murderous aura of being on the battlefield. From it, it can be seen that the two sides will definitely not be the same!

Hearing the sound of the wind, he seemed to stagger a bit when he was supporting the stairs with one hand, and he didn't stand still. Taking this opportunity to look back, he didn't see the wing room, but his spiritual consciousness swept down.

It was found that the strength of the people in the box was already between ranks seven and eight.

Tier Nine Warcraft?

Could it be...

The hall at this moment was already overcrowded, but one by one was sitting securely. Although there were a large number of people, it was always extremely quiet, and the attendants were interspersed in wave after wave in an orderly manner. Fan is harmonious and peaceful.

In fact, those people just feel like they don't have the capital to squander wildly in this precious treasure auction house.

Going to the attic, Feng Xi glanced around at the corner of his eyes and found that this attic was very spacious, but there was only one private room. It seemed that it was the only one in the entire stadium that could have such a attic!

On the curtain was a weird totem, some like dragons and some like daffodils.

Looking at the totem on the door curtain, Feng Xi couldn't help but smile a little bitterly. The combination of this dragon and the trumpet flower also destroyed the image of the dragon too much?

"This is your own box? Who owns the two boxes below?" Feng Xi asked Xingfeng, intentionally and unintentionally.

"The young lady is quite discerning. This wing is only used by the precious treasure auction house, and the one below is for the second and third emperors of Shifeng. The big emperor is alone on the other side! If the young lady is interested, she can Let me introduce you!"

"No need! Just ask any questions." Feng Xi replied indifferently, and the boss walked into the box first, unceremoniously.

Xingfeng watched the wind in the box, his eyes flickered, and a very deep light appeared in the depths of his eyes, with a certain interest...