Cultivating immortals is a hard job

This is a man in his thirties, of medium height, with a fair complexion and nothing to recommend him.

Mo Xun was sure that this was the first time he had seen this face.

But where did this familiar feeling come from?

Generally speaking, the familiarity of a person is nothing more than appearance, figure, voice, movement habits or breath.

He had no impression of his appearance, and his figure was too common. He had never spoken, so it was definitely not his voice, and his movements...

The man hesitated for a moment, then immediately recovered and went straight to the second floor.

As for the breath, this person was in the early stage of foundation building, and he did a good job of gathering his breath, so there was no clue.

This was a bit strange!

"Boy, what's wrong?"

Mo Xun touched his chin and frowned.

"It seems like I met an acquaintance?"

Gong Yang pondered and asked: "Acquaintance... Is he an enemy or a friend?"

Mo Xun shook his head lightly and found a seat in the corner at random.

"I'm not sure yet, mainly because I can't remember!"

"Hehe, is it the romantic debt you left behind?"

Mo Xun has long been immune to this kind of meaningless joke.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the several closed boxes on the second floor.

He was almost certain that the other party should have recognized him, so this sense of familiarity should not be aimless.

Since coming to Xihezhou, although his range of activities is not small, he has not come into contact with many people.

Liangyi Sect is the only main radius where he has been active in recent years, but this person's figure and appearance are not matched with any of the people he has come into contact with.

Besides, the person walking not far ahead of him is Yue Wusi.

Even if he is an acquaintance of Liangyi Sect, he should recognize this Pavilion Master Yue first.

Could it be a cultivator in Baisha City?

In this city, he has only dealt with a Qi Refiner named Jiang Huan at most, but he has never met a stranger cultivator.

According to this analysis, it can only be Qiu Mingcheng and the ancient ruins from a long time ago.

However, these two places are more than 40 years ago.

According to this speculation, this person may not have established his foundation at that time!

In this way, the scope is obviously wider.

Who were the Qi-refining masters he met at that time?

Just as Mo Xun was thinking, Hu Weizhou's voice came to his ears.

"If the Thunder Star Plate appears, I will be responsible for taking pictures. As for other things, you can do whatever you like!"

After a while, 20 to 30 people came into the hall.

And at this moment, a sudden noise came.

Then, a person flew in from the door backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and let out a shrill scream.

"Call your leader out!"

As soon as the voice fell, a young man dressed in brocade clothes and wearing jade on his waist walked in, surrounded by two beautiful women.

Behind this person, there were two masters of the late foundation building stage with unfriendly faces.

The young man himself was only at the initial stage of foundation building, but judging from his posture, he was obviously a rich young man from a sect or family.

The one who was kicked to the ground was Xiao Si, the Qi-refining master who was responsible for receiving customers in the store.

Everyone's eyes were immediately focused on the scene in front of them.

After a short silence, an old man jumped down from the second floor.

The old man was also at the late stage of foundation building, and most of his hair was gray, but he did not look old.

The old man squatted down quickly, first fed Xiao Si, who was only half dead, a pill, then raised his head and frowned and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

While the old man was talking, another Xiao Si came and helped the injured person out through the side door.

The young man in fancy clothes did not answer directly, but showed a bit of contempt, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Are you the person in charge?"

The old man suppressed his anger, perhaps because he was afraid of the two late masters, or because he could not figure out the details of the other party, he did not get angry for a while, but looked at the few people with cold eyes.

"Exactly!"

"That's right, you are so rude, I came here to bid, I am the honored guest of your Lansheng Pavilion, and that dog slave didn't take me to the box, you old man, judge, should I beat him?"

"You..."

The old man suddenly stepped forward, releasing a strong momentum in his body, and the people behind him retreated several steps.

In this case, the two late masters also blocked the young man in fancy clothes at the first time.

The three of them suddenly formed a confrontation, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant, as if it was about to explode.

The pressure from the old man was completely suppressed after the two men attacked.

"What do you mean by me? I am here to discipline your servants for you!"

After the old man calmed down, he said with an unpleasant expression: "Our private rooms are sold out. If you really want to participate in the auction, please don't make trouble and just sit on the first floor!"

The young man in gorgeous clothes snorted coldly.

"This kind of broken place is worthy of my status?"

Hearing this, many people's eyes were already a little cold.

This kind of words almost belittled all the cultivators on the first floor in disguise.

Mo Xun was a little unhappy because his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, but at this moment, he had the urge to laugh.

If this person was not deliberately looking for trouble, he would be curious about how the other party, with such a personality, could survive in the world of immortal cultivation where there are so many strong people.

The two late masters obviously did not care about the tension in front of them. One of them just said lightly: "We are the Wenyuan Qian family!"

As soon as these words came out, most of the people sitting there immediately became like deflated balls, and Sheng Ling's anger immediately waned.

As for the other spectators who did not know the truth, a trace of doubt appeared on their faces.

The whole hall was filled with whispers!

"Qian family?"

Mo Xun also had a suspicious look on his face. It seemed that this should be a well-known force here.

After a moment of doubt, the old man slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and cupped his hands unwillingly.

"In that case, please follow me up!"

In the eyes of everyone, the group disappeared in the aisle next to them.

This short farce came to an abrupt end with a "Qian family"!

No matter where you are, identity and background are obviously a kind of reason that cannot be explained, and it is not allowed to be refuted at all.

Mo Xun's mind returned to the familiar figure just now.

He suddenly thought that since the other party could see through the magic on his face, it is very likely that he has concealed his cultivation.

Then it is not enough to simply check based on the clue of the early stage of foundation building.

About half an hour later, the auction finally opened.

The auctioneer was a beautiful woman in the middle stage of foundation building.

Generally speaking, women hosting such auctions have more advantages than men.

After all, the proportion of male cultivators with top cultivation is much larger. In such a place of spending money, the more beautiful they are, the more they can naturally inspire the competitiveness among men.

It is not much different from auctions in other places. The opening is mainly some elixirs and skills.

If there is something special, it is that most of the magic tools sold are related to the polar thunder sea.