The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

In the midst of the argument, two men in brocade walked behind Chen Fan.

One of them was dressed up as a merchant and looked forty or so, and the other was a little younger, but he was already a young man, with a short beard on his chin.

"What's the matter, have you forgotten the usual rules? Why are you making noise at the door of the store!"

As soon as the middle-aged man dressed as a merchant appeared, he spoke to the guards displeasedly, and glanced at Chen Fan with an impenetrable expression.

"Return to the great treasurer, this kid pretending to be the great hero Chen Fan, and wants to enter my treasure house, that's why I waited to stop him."

One of them closed into a fist and said.

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted the attention of the two, and involuntarily began to mass Chen Fan.

"Two, I said, I didn't impersonate anyone, so my name is Chen Fan. I used to be, I am now, and I will be in the future. There is no need to impersonate anyone!"

"it is good!!"

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, the middle-aged man who had been with the shopkeeper suddenly applauded.

"The big man can change his name or his surname? The little brother is very good. Isn't it just a name? No one in the world can call it?"

Stepping forward to pat Chen Fan on the shoulder, the middle-aged man said: "Old man, ten thousand heroes, City Lord of Qingxuan City, this time you are going to the auction with me, no one can stop you!"

After all, Wan Xiong personally will take the lead and lead Chen Fan into the auction house.

Everyone said that the city lord had spoken, so naturally they didn't dare to stop, they clasped their fists and stopped talking.

As for the big shopkeeper, after personally leading Wanxiong and Chen Fan into a small box, he bowed and left.

Now Chen Fan is on the second floor of the auction house. There is a bustling crowd sitting below, obviously all coming to participate in the auction.

But this one is on the second floor and the other is on the first floor, and the difference in identity is obvious.

"Little brother, you are very good, but it's a pity... the elder gave you a name that is destined to be misunderstood!"

Wanxiong took a sip of tea and spoke to Chen Fan lightly.

Chen Fan is also very helpless about this, he can't say that he doesn't care, because one day he will recover his true identity.

After calming down, Chen Fan said to Wanxiong after he recovered his composure, "I would like to thank the Lord Wancheng for breaking the siege, but if the Lord wants to do something underneath, I would like to say it first!"

Chen Fan is not a fool, he absolutely does not believe that this world has a free lunch, and has no reason to have a good impression.

Ten Thousand Xionggui is the City Lord of one party, and his cultivation level has obviously reached above the level of martial arts. If he hadn't asked for him, it would definitely not be possible to intersect in this way.

So from the beginning, Chen Fan understood the other party's thoughts thoroughly, but now it's just a straightforward inquiry.

After all, some things should be put on the table to make it clearer.

Wanxiong's hand holding the teacup visibly stopped, raised his eyes to look at Chen Fan, and smiled slightly: "How are you sure that I must have something to ask you for help?"

"Ming people don't talk secretly, if the Lord Wancheng treats me as a straw bag, I'm afraid I can't get in the box on the second floor of Zhenbaozhai."

Chen Fan was so surprised that Wanxiong's eyes flashed, and he nodded and said, "So I only thought that you were cultivated at a very young age, but now I didn't expect that your thoughts were so meticulous. Yes, the old man is looking for you, but he has something to discuss!"

"But don't worry. Since it's an auction, you can participate with me in peace. When the auction is over, how about you and me?"

After Wan Xiong finished speaking, he ignored Chen Fan. At the same time, the auction on the first floor had officially begun.