In the early morning, the spacious streets are crowded with people, and the sounds of selling and shouting come and go, which is particularly lively.

A carriage walked slowly down the street, the driver of the carriage was young but very experienced, the reins in his hands were pulled and loosened from time to time, and the mouth occasionally let out strange shouts.

The carriage, driven by the coachman, moved slowly through the crowded streets, at an unpleasant but unusually steady pace.

"Childe, there are so many people today!" Ling Yan'er couldn't help but exclaim when he opened the curtains and looked at the crowded crowd outside.

Han Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, looked through the car window, his eyes quickly swept outside, and all that came into view were some mercenary merchants, who were moving in the same direction as Han Chen's carriage at this time, "They are all going to see the excitement." ”

"Oh!" Ling Yan'er nodded, and after looking at it for a while, she lowered the curtain with some interest.

Today is the day when the Thousand Treasures Auction opens, and the Thousand Treasures Auction House is in the central area of the Beast City, so not only Han Chen and the others are rushing to the central area, but the other mercenary merchants in the Beast City are also rushing there.

After all, it is a prosperous era that only occurs once in three years, and they can't miss it

Although the beast city is very large, it is only more than eight hundred miles in length and width, and the restaurant where Han Chen lives is only less than three hundred miles away from the middle of the city, although the streets are full of people, but the speed of the carriage is not slow, and after more than two hours, it finally entered the central area of the city.

About another stick of incense has passed.

"Guest, we're here!" The carriage stopped, and the coachman's voice sounded outside the carriage.

Hearing this, Han Chen, who sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to recuperate, slowly opened his eyes, got up and opened the curtain, and walked out with Ling Yan'er, who was almost sleepy for a long time.

"Little brother, after five days of tirelessness, let's do it again!" took out a few gold coins and handed them to the coachman, Han Chen said with a smile.

"No hassle. Don't bother," the young coachman was flattered and hurried to take the gold coin. Then he said respectfully.

With a whip sound, the coachman drove the carriage and slowly left.

"There are so many people, I'm afraid that the people of the entire beast city have gathered here!" looked at the mountain-like crowd around them. Ling Yan'er said with a shocked face.

Han Chen's gaze scanned around. I found quite a few people. Like them, they came in horse-drawn carriages, but more often than not, the mercenary merchants who came in like a tidal wave. In the eye, there was a black oppressive human head, and the torrent of people in the distance was still surging towards this side.

Retracting his gaze and rolling up his sleeves, Han Chen said, "Let's go!"

Ling Yan'er nodded obediently, then followed Han Chen's side and walked forward.

Following the crowd, Han Chen and the others walked slowly, and after half an hour, the two stopped.

Standing at the end of the crowded street, looking up at the huge building like a hill not far away, Han Chen couldn't help but let out an exclamation, "With such a competitor, how much courage do the other auction houses need to dare to continue!"

It's hard to imagine that an auction house can be built so huge, and the magnificent momentum is like a prostrate beast, which makes people marvel.

After a moment, Han Chen retracted his gaze and led Ling Yan'er, who had already been stunned, towards the auction house.

At this time, if you look down from the sky, you can see that around this huge auction house, there are more than a dozen torrents of people, rushing along the street towards the auction house.

There are lone warriors with a strong atmosphere, rich businessmen in brocade clothes, and powerful sects with uniform clothes and condensed breaths, but more of them are those mercenaries who come to see the excitement.

After about a stick of incense, Han Chen and the others finally came to the auction house.

The 50-meter-wide avenue was full of people, and the sound of complaints, scolding, and all kinds of voices was mixed together, making it look particularly noisy.

However, these people do not dare to do anything here, and even those who are extremely hot-tempered can only hold back their anger and vent their saliva.

Han Chen's gaze swept around, only to see that on both sides of the avenue, every short distance stood a man dressed in a black power suit and holding a pitch-black long sword, these people's aura was condensed, none of them were below the sword master realm, their eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and they swept through the surrounding crowd from time to time.

Han Chen looked into the distance and found that the same was true on several other avenues, and there were many men dressed in black power suits and holding pitch-black long vacations on both sides of the avenues.

"Actually let the martial artists of the Sword Master Realm come to guard the street, this Iron Sword Sect is really not an ordinary hero!" Retracting his gaze, Han Chen pursed his lips, he estimated that these men in black power suits were at least more than two hundred, that is, more than two hundred sword masters, and this pomp and circumstance could indeed be called luxurious.

Han Chen took Ling Yan'er's little hand, and then stepped on it, and the spirit void stepped out, moving forward quickly. Although he was holding a Ling Yan'er in his hand, it had no effect on Han Chen, and he was still like a fish swimming in the water, shuttling through the crowd.

Although the speed of eight steps to catch the cicada far exceeds that of the Lingxu step, in this crowded crowd, the flexible Lingxu step is obviously more suitable.

In the crowd, from time to time, there were some people who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and stretched out their hands to the two of them, but without exception, they were all perceived by Han Chen in advance, and their palms were slapped left and right. In the noisy crowd, there were bursts of muffled snorts or cries of pain.

Although Han Chen didn't use much strength, he also had thousands of catties of strength. Those who are lucky are only damaged in their muscles and bones, and they can recover after a few months of cultivation. If you're unlucky, you'll end up with a broken bone.

After a while, Han Chen came to the front of the gate, which was seven or eight meters high and five or six meters wide, looked up at the big characters on the door's forehead, and entered the auction house with Ling Yan'er.

After entering the auction house, everyone appeared in a tall and spacious corridor, but at this time, the crowd of people accompanying them became quieter, and the rules changed a lot between walking.

Because at this time, on both sides of the corridor, there were also many men in black power suits and black iron swords, but the difference was that the aura of these people was even more condensed.

Han Chen's gaze swept over these people, and his heart was suddenly amazed, these people were indeed much stronger than those men outside, and the lowest of them had reached the realm of seventh- or eight-star sword masters, and every ten people, there would be a martial artist of the sword warrior realm.

With such extravagant garrison power, it is no wonder that these people dare not be presumptuous.

After a while, Han Chen and the others followed the flow of people and came to the end of the corridor.

At this time, the footsteps of the crowd stopped, and a long line began to form.

"Hey, brother, have you brought enough money? I heard that if you want to enter this auction, you have to pay five thousand gold coins first, and you have assets of one million gold coins before you can be allowed to enter!" In front of Han Chen, a man who looked like a merchant turned his head to his companion and said.

"What? I don't know!" said his companion in astonishment.

"This is a new rule of Qianbao Auction House, I heard that this is to limit the number of people, to eliminate those who just watch the excitement and do not participate, but also to ensure that everyone who enters is qualified to bid!"

Han Chen looked up and looked forward, and sure enough, he saw that not far ahead, there were several men who were quickly checking and registering.

"Damn, the entrance fee alone costs five thousand gold coins, this is too dark!" Although five thousand gold coins is a lot, but he made a few trips to business, and he earned it back, which did not discourage him from entering the auction, but he felt very angry about this practice of Qianbao Auction House, and couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

"Don't scold, it's nothing, see that lavishly decorated passage with a red carpet on the ground?" the businessman-looking man patted his companion on the shoulder and whispered as he pointed to a passage in front of him.

Han Chen followed the direction pointed by the merchant man and looked up, only to see a rather luxuriously decorated passage appearing in the left front of the corridor, and on both sides of the passage stood several old men in black gold-rimmed robes and carrying a sheathed iron sword.

"Teacher, these people won't all be in the Sword Spirit Realm, right?" Looking at those old men who had an amazing aura all over their bodies, Han Chen's heart jumped, he couldn't sense the strength of these people, and immediately asked in his heart. (To be continued......)

PS: (Martial God 700,000 words!!The plot is gradually unfolding unfolding, I hope that the brothers who have tickets in their hands, after reading it, can work hard to vote for the Martial God!Thirteen are grateful!!)