Fantasy: Opening Start to Hundreds of Millions of Modern Arms Martial Souls

A trace of doubt and concern flashed in Yang Zilei's eyes.

"Young Master Yang, please don't worry. Since the girl is still young, she has just awakened her Martial Soul, and she has been physically exhausted. It may take a few hours to sleep before she wakes up."

Chen Si explained with a smile. Just after speaking, he felt that his words were a bit redundant.

After all, with Yang Zilei's ability, how could he not know such a simple principle.

As everyone knows, Yang Zilei has just traveled through this world in less than a day, and coupled with the fact that his predecessor is a waste, he really has a little knowledge of martial arts common sense.

Then, Yang Zilei was waiting, so he took this opportunity to chat with Chen Si.

With some general understanding, in this continent, there is no so-called secular imperial power to control everything, but it is divided into four areas: east, west, south, and north.

There are countless dynasties and family forces in each domain. The weak or small forces with no backing are like being raised in a pigpen, waiting for resources to be scrapped, or fattened and slaughtered.

It can be said that this is an era of troubled times, the land where the heroes fight for hegemony!

And the Qingyang City where he is now belongs to the territory of the Great Yan Dynasty of the Northern Territory, which is considered to be a higher level among many dynasties.

Just because thousands of miles away from Qingyang City, there is a higher martial arts school named Cangqiong Wufu, which has cultivated a lot of powerful martial arts resources.

"Cangqi Wufu..."

Hearing what Chen Si said about Feng Jianzong, Yang Zilei's heart moved slightly, thinking of the scarred man previously killed in the basement of the casino.

Before he died, that guy clamored that his younger brother was from Cangqiangwufu.

In this regard, Yang Zilei kept a secret.

From the subsequent topics, Yang Zilei can be regarded as knowing that most of the items auctioned by Jinhai Pavilion are valuable and rare objects.

Such as jewelry, elixirs, exercises and weapons.

In this conversation, the time for the auction to start is approaching.

As an appraiser, Chen Si needs to go and verify the authenticity of all auction items again, and whether there is a possibility of being stolen by others, so he left first.

In this way, Yang Zilei headed to the auction area with his daughter who was still sleeping.

And as the auction is about to proceed, the flow of people in Jinhai Pavilion is also becoming more and more exciting.

Those who can come here are all people in Qingyang City who are either rich or noble.

I saw them all dressed in luxurious clothes, with arrogant expressions of comparison.

The auction area is a large and beautifully decorated hall. The auction table is directly in front of it. The surrounding pattern is fan-shaped and covered with rows of chairs.

The VIP seats in the front row are obviously more spacious and comfortable, like leather sofas, which look luxurious and upscale, and can better demonstrate the status of the person who can sit here.

Moreover, there are guards guarding every corner of the auction hall and they are heavily guarded.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Yang, the prodigal son of Qingyang City? Why did you suddenly come here?"

At this moment, a playful laugh suddenly sounded behind Yang Zilei.

"Golden Sea Pavilion is not a gambling shop, you guys are in the wrong place, hahaha."

Immediately afterwards, a fat man with a wide body came over, looking like a mountain of meat covered with fat.

Yang Zilei glanced at the other person, and quickly searched for the person's memory information in his mind.

Zhu Daxin, whose father is the owner of a gold shop in the city, lives a life of drunken and drunken dude every day, and has played several games with his predecessor at the gaming table.

However, Yang Zilei's predecessor lost miserably every time, and even owed a gambling debt. In the end, he was humiliated by his hips before it was resolved.

Yang Zilei glanced at Zhu Daxin indifferently, not wanting to talk too much with this fat pig, turned around and left.

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