"I really don't know what crazy this old man is, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to repay the account?"

Seeing that Luo Yang not only did not have the intention of stopping the drum, but instead learned from Fuchang in a good way, and lifted the lid of the pot, obviously to fight to the end.

With such a person intervening, Fuchang couldn't bear the surname a little, and he was so puzzled that he almost scolded.

With a wry smile, Zhang Fan said, "Senior Brother Fu, I roughly know what's going on, leave it to me!"

After speaking, he took out a transmission note, lowered his head and said a few words on it, and then his spiritual power urged.

A golden light flashed, and the transmission note flew out, falling in front of Luo Yang with a "whoosh". Xu didn't expect that someone would use the transmission note to contact him at this time, and the little old man was obviously startled and almost smashed the teacup.

Naturally, this action can't be hidden from everyone in the audience, but everyone can't say anything, after all, no one stipulates that no one is allowed to transmit sound in the bazaar?

Zhang Fan is also helpless to use this method, the cultivation of everyone in the field is similar to him, and it is not impossible to be stronger, if he uses his divine sense to transmit the sound in the past, he is as brutal as others, and he may be intercepted halfway, so it is better to be more realistic.

Luo Yang hurriedly put down the teacup, took the transmission note with a strange face, and looked inside.

After a while, he raised his head, a sophisticated smile like a chrysanthemum, nodded at Zhang Fan, and then wiped it with his hand, and the teapot turned and withdrew from this competition.

At this time, only Fu Chang was still insisting, and the red-faced old man paused for a long time, seeing that there was still no one ready to fight, he couldn't help but sigh, and said with regret on his face: "Since there is no one to bid, the treasure will belong to Fu Daoyou." ”

After the jade box from the maid's hand, Fu Chang immediately stood up, hugged his fists in all directions and said: "Thank you for giving in, Fu Mou has confessed." ”

Then he said to the red-faced old man on the stage: "Old Dong, count it in the general ledger!"

After doing this, he sat down, covertly handed the jade box into Zhang Fan's hand, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhang, the old brother has finally lived up to the trust, right?"

"Okay, brother confessed. ”

Zhang Fan put the jade box into the Qiankun bag, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he said with a smile on his face.

Seeing that he put his things away, Fu Chang immediately asked curiously: "Are you familiar with Luo Lao'er?

It's no wonder that he is curious, even if he is a Sect Master who gives Zhang Fan face, he will not care so much, but Luo Yang is different. As the acting head of Duobao Pavilion, in terms of management, the old man's strength is probably a point stronger than him, how can he talk so well?

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and said in his ear: "Xiang Ming!"

Just one name, it immediately made Fu Chang suddenly realize, they are all in a fang market, and they are a level of big businessmen, what is going on he doesn't know, not to mention such a big thing as the change of the head of Duobao Pavilion, how can he hide it from his ears.

"The true solution?"

Sure enough, he was well-informed, Zhang Fan secretly praised it, nodded and didn't say much, what kind of character Fuchang is, so he stopped asking in detail.

Such a good thing as Bu Xubi is naturally the finale, and since it has been sold, this auction can be regarded as a success, and the red-faced old man said "Go down to your own convenience", then walked down the stone platform and left from the dark.

As he left, a group of ladies in palace clothes suddenly appeared, and one by one they came to the monks with trays. Looking around, Zhang Fan saw that there was a Qiankun bag on top of all the trays, and it was unknown what was inside.

"These are the consignees, and now they are delivering the spirit stones!"

Seeing his gaze, Fuchang explained leisurely.

"I see!" Zhang Fan nodded, he understood, obviously the things that appeared at the auction before were not prepared a long time ago, but I am afraid that most of these foundation building monks entered the bazaar and concealed their identities before they were delivered to the organizers on the spot.

Now it's settled on the spot after it's over, and it's a two-handed deal, and it has nothing to do with the bazaar when you go out.

"These boys, do you really think that you can hide it from others like this?" Seeing those monks silently putting the counting spirit stones into their bags one by one, Fu Chang couldn't help but sneer.

"What, it's boring?" Zhang Fan was stunned and hurriedly asked.

To be honest, from what he saw in this bazaar, he thought it was quite perfect, could there be any problems?

"What's not there?" said Fuchang with a snort.

Then his mouth turned in the direction of the monks who collected the spirit stones, and he gloated: "Brother, look at it, the fattest sheep in here is the one who sells nothing, and my old rich bet that he won't survive Ming." ”

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't understand what he meant, he grinned, stretched out his hand, and included all the foundation building monks present, and said, "Brother, look at it, is there any difference between them?"

What difference can it be? Aren't they all covered with obstacle clothes? Zhang Fan looked in the direction of his finger in bewilderment, and when he looked at it seriously, he really saw the problem.

It turned out that although these people were all wearing clothing for the disabled, not all of them were the same as the ones he was wearing, and a few of them were wearing different styles, and the fluctuations on them were also different.

In the stone room before, Zhang Fan took a closer look when he was wearing the obstacle clothes, all the clothes were the same, and now they are different, naturally it can't be any special treatment in the bazaar, it can only be brought by them.

There is no need for ready-made ones, but to bring your own one, obviously guarding against something!

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan said in surprise: "Do you have hands and feet on this dress?"

"That's right, my brother is really sharp. Fu Chang nodded in approval of his idea, and then said: "There is no malice in doing this, but it is just to prevent troublemakers, and there is no good hand in the bazaar who can leave it for a while, so I have to save a mark in advance, if there is nothing to do, it is easy to find the door." ”

"It's always been good, and those guys are just used to being cautious, so there's no need. ”

"But now that the person in charge of the Faxiang Sect is not here, and the Linglong Fairy of the Illusion Demon Dao is the surname who doesn't care about everything, that kid from the Worm Dao has always been ruthless and greedy, how could he let go of such a good opportunity?"

"Originally, this is nothing, where is there no such thing, I thought that the big sects and big merchants would be honest? That's just a child's thought. ”

"As long as it doesn't make a big fuss, the sect will only turn a blind eye, but if something really happens, someone will naturally clean it up. So the person who started it must do it neatly, or he is joking with his surname!"

He said so much like a cannonball, Zhang Fan frowned and listened, and then said suspiciously: "Senior Brother Fu, you really know a lot about the bazaar, and I admire it so much!"

Although Fu Chang was the head of Fa Xiangzong's business here, the bazaar did not belong to the same system as him, otherwise a monk like Zhang Fan, who distinguished himself by force, would not have been sent here.

However, this Fuchang is so familiar with all kinds of bazaars, and even the secrets that can never be known secretly are like viewing patterns in the palm of his hand, which is inevitably too powerful!

"Ah!" Fu Chang was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Brother, my biological brother Fuwen is the last bazaar director of our Faxiang Sect, but unfortunately he is now transferred to Tianzhu Mountain, but it's okay, otherwise my brother won't be able to know you, junior brother!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and he didn't delve into it anymore, after Fuchang said this, he understood why the consignment man died unexpectedly.

Among the people present, there were only a few people wearing their own handicap clothes, and they didn't collect anything in the bazaar, obviously not the people who sold on the consignment, then it was very clear, as Fu Chang said, a big fat sheep had been put in the mouth of the insect man, how could he not eat it?

Of course, if he reveals his identity now, the insect Dao people will inevitably restrain themselves, but it seems that there is no need for this, but he can take advantage of it.

Zhang Fan was groaning, Fu Chang suddenly smiled, and said: "Senior Brother Zhang, how about you buy one in my brother's shop, we don't have any hands and feet in our own store, at most, how about I give you a 20% discount on the old man?"

"Excuse me, it's better for the younger brother to be self-reliant. Zhang Fan smiled dumbly, tonight he said this like a businessman, but before he was like a commentator and a fortune boy.

Immediately, his heart moved, and he said to Fu Chang: "Senior Brother Fu, you must be an insect Dao person who recognizes the Imperial Spirit Sect, right?"

"Naturally!"

"That's good, the junior brother has another thing I want to ask the senior brother for a favor......

...... The night is as cool as water, the dark clouds close the moon and cover the stars, and three feet away, it is pitch black, and the eyes cannot see.

As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, when people are killed and set on fire, in the wilderness some distance away from Fang City, three figures appear and disappear, and they are running into the distance.

At the foreground was a young monk, who could not see clearly at night, but by looking at his movements, turning back at three steps and pausing at five steps, he knew that he was a cautious and cautious man.

But no matter how cautious and cautious you are, you can't prevent anyone with a heart.

In the distance behind him, a figure scurried low through the grass, and he did not look up, nor did he examine the traces, but just walked straight forward.

Stopping in front of him, he stopped, the other party did not move until he moved, looking at his movements, it was as if there was a pair of heavenly eyes helping him check, just so easily, step by step, no matter how the other party changed direction, so the suspicious array was never lost.

Today is obviously a good day to follow, just behind this person, roughly outside the scope of the divine consciousness of ordinary early foundation building monks, there is another figure, hanging far behind.

This man's movements were not as careful as the first one, nor as casual as the second, but he had to be careful not to lose them, and he had to be careful not to be discovered, but he was the most tired of the three.

The three of them maintained the relationship between the cicada, the praying mantis, and the yellow finch, and walked in the direction away from the Fang City, until most of the hour later, seeing that the distance was far enough, the last one suddenly looked ahead, and said to himself: "This distance should be about the same!"

Listen to the voice, who is Zhang Fan!

(To be continued)