As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Humph!"

"Song Yuanhe, I will go back to the Song family in Ling'anling first. If I encounter Niu Wuli of the Shendan Sect again, remember to make good friends with this person and never offend him!"

Song Mufeng glanced coldly at Song Yuanhe, who was like a quail, and said in a solemn tone.

"Elder Mu Feng, don't worry, Yuan He knows who he can and cannot offend."

"So much the better!"

After Song Mufeng left a cold word, he directly sacrificed the magic weapon, jumped out from the second floor window of Zhaoquan Pavilion, turned into a stream of light and flew to the distant sky.

Song Yuanhe watched Song Mufeng's figure go away until it disappeared into the distant sky, then he dared to stand up and reached out to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.

On the other side, Fang Han, who flew the Zhuyun Boat out of Zhaoquan Pavilion, lowered the Zhuyun Boat and jumped off it after flying more than a hundred miles. With a thought, he put the Zhuyun Boat into the Void Spirit Cave.

"This is the center of Song's Immortal City, and it is only more than ten miles away from Wanbao Auction House."

"Although foundation-building monks can fly in Song's Immortal City, I still prefer to enjoy the scenery along the way to Song's Immortal City."

Fang Han looked at the bustling streets, the antique buildings, and the female cultivators wearing various styles of palace attires and skirts walking around. He could not help but relax physically and mentally as he had not seen for a long time.

An hour later, Fang Han arrived at the door of a majestic building, with five large gilt characters written on it: Wanbao Auction House.

"Senior, only those who have received the invitation letter from Wanbao can participate in the auction held by our Wanbao Auction House."

In front of the Wanbao Auction House, there were two guards wearing green robes who were practicing Qi Perfection. Seeing Fang Han step forward, one of the guards took a step forward. The other guard Han bowed behind him and said something that was neither humble nor overbearing.

The green-robed man was not timid because Fang Han was a monk in the foundation-building stage. After speaking, he stared at Fang Han with his eyes.

Fang Han was not angry because the Qi Refining monk blocked him. After all, beating a dog depends on the owner. The two of them are the watchdogs of the mysterious Wanbao Tower.

Fang Han did not want to conflict with them at all without harming his own interests.

"Is this the Wanbao invitation you were talking about?"

With a raised eyebrow and a chuckle, Fang Han casually took out the red invitation letter given to him by Shen Liuyun from his storage bag and casually handed it to the green-robed monk in front of him.

The green-robed monk hugged Fang Han, then reached out to take the red invitation from Fang Han, and examined it carefully.

Just when Fang Han was a little impatient, the green-robed monk immediately respectfully sent the red invitation letter back to Fang Han.

"Senior, please come in. You are the honored guest of our Wanbao auction!"

Fang Han was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect that the invitation to the auction that Shen Liuyun gave him was actually a VIP invitation.

"lead the way!"

Fang Han came back to his senses and spoke to the green-robed monk in an indifferent tone.

"As ordered, senior, please come with me!"

The green-robed monk bowed to Fang Han and walked into the Wanbao Auction House first. Seeing this, Fang Han also followed the green-robed monk towards the Wanbao Auction House.

The green-robed monk led Fang Han to the door of a private room on the second floor of Wanbao Auction House, then turned around and respectfully explained to Fang Han:

"Senior, this is your VIP room No. [-]. I can only take you here. Wanbao Auction House has regulations that guards cannot enter the VIP room on the second floor. Please forgive me, senior."

Fang Han waved his hand to the green-robed guard and said calmly:

"Go down!"

After receiving Fang Han's order, the green-robed guard bowed his fist respectfully again and walked towards the first floor of Wanbao Auction House.

After the green-robed guard left, Fang Han's spiritual consciousness casually glanced at the private rooms in front of him on the second floor of Wanbao Auction House.

"Interesting, this private room actually has a formation that isolates the spiritual consciousness. With my spiritual consciousness equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building, I can't detect the situation in the private room at all."

Fang Han was surprised to find that his consciousness could not penetrate the wall of the private room on the second floor of Wanbao Auction House, but he did not pay too much attention.

If his spiritual consciousness could probe into the elegant room, Fang Han would be surprised. After all, this is a force that even the four major sects in the Cangnan Region are afraid of.

Fang Han walked to the door of his private room No. [-] and reached out to push the door open. Before Fang Han's hand touched the door.

The door to the private room was pushed open from inside, and Fang Han couldn't help but be a little stunned. He didn't expect that there would be other people in his VIP room.

"Senior slave is Xiao He, the maid in the VIP room No. [-]!"

In the VIP room, a girl with a pretty face in a purple skirt walked out. Seeing Fang Han's face full of astonishment, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, and Fang Han respectfully explained.

After the girl in purple skirt named Xiao He explained, Fang Han finally understood what was going on.

Of course, this is also Fang Han's first time to participate in a large-scale auction. He doesn't understand the twists and turns at all, but he just needs to participate a few more times to get used to it.

The maid Xiao He stepped out of the way and stepped out of the way. Fang Han walked directly into the private room. After Fang Han entered the private room, Xiao He stretched out his green-white jade fingers and gently closed the door.

As soon as he entered the private room, Fang Han's eyes were greeted by a huge light curtain and a set of chairs exuding a faint fragrance.

"This light curtain can clearly see the auction table below and the hundreds of ordinary auction seats on the first floor!"

Fang Hanxing walked to the chair and sat down directly, his eyes swept towards the huge light screen in front of him, and he murmured in surprise.

"Senior, this is the Slave Wanbao Auction House, the art of projection!"

Xiao He, a girl in a purple skirt, was sitting next to Fang Han at some point. Seeing Fang Han's curiosity, she chuckled and introduced him to Fang Han.

Fang Han just nodded, then looked at the maid Xiao He who was close to him, and said with an evil smile:

"You're so close to me to seduce me, so you're not afraid that I'll eat you up!"

After hearing what Fang Han said, the maid Xiao He deliberately rubbed against Fang Han, lowered the purple collar on her chest, and deliberately exposed the two snow-white but deep ravines on her chest and said with a sweet smile:

"Senior, this slave is originally from the Wanbao Auction House. The maid prepared for the VIP room is as long as senior is willing. You can do whatever you want with this slave."

Fang Han took a deep look at the maid Xiao He and did not take action to execute her on the spot. After all, this was Wanbao Auction House.

Fang Han was not sure whether the private room here was being monitored by experts from Wanbao Tower. Fang Han did not want others to watch him when he was relaxing. Fang Han did not have such a unique hobby.

"Senior fellow Taoists, welcome to participate in this Wanbao auction held by I, Wanbao Tower."

"I, Wan Xianrou, am the host of this Wanbao auction. I would like to wish all fellow Taoists and seniors that you will get the items you like in this auction."

"Okay, without further ado, I announce that this Wanbao auction will begin now!"

At this moment, a purple-haired woman wearing a red palace dress appeared on the light screen in the VIP room where Fang Han was sitting.

There were two people beside the purple-haired woman, one of whom was Shen Liuyun, the shopkeeper of Wanbao Tower in the Immortal City of the Song Family, and the other was an old man in gray clothes who was over 50 years old.

The purple-haired woman faced the light curtain in the private room on the second floor and announced the start of the auction with a smile.