The Infinite Practice Of Fantasy

Sun Yuxin hates it most when people act like they know her very well, or even speculate on her character without hesitation.

Although I admire Han Yang very much, I don't think I can let him speculate about himself casually.

Sun Yuxin had an angry expression on her face and even accelerated her pace, but she didn't expect a pair of hands to stop me from doing this.

Han Yang seemed to be aware of his abnormality, and let go of his hand in embarrassment, and even raised his hands to show an expression of surrender.

"It seems that you came to Black Point Port just to avoid some enemies."

After Han Yang followed up, he seemed to be sure that Sun Yuxin was not angry before he raised this question casually.

Sun Yuxin is very angry now. She feels that Han Yang is like an expert who has studied psychology.

He was constantly speculating on his identity, but what made you most angry was that almost everything Han Yang said was correct, which made her feel like she was taking off her clothes and standing naked in front of Han Yang. This feeling.

"You are now using your greatest malice to speculate on myself, do you know?"

Sun Yuxin said now almost with an angry tone.

"OK, OK!" Han Yang didn't expect that his two careless words would make Sun Yuxin so angry.

However, he has no relationship with Sun Yuxin now. What he is interested in is the identity of Middle Grade Furnace, but this girl is too attractive, and he doesn't want to waste time on her.

From then on until the auction site, Han Yang's attitude was extremely cold. When someone came over just now, he even asked how many seats were needed?

Sun Yuxin didn't have time to speak, but she didn't expect that Han Yang nodded directly and said: "We didn't come together." The corners of his mouth kept twitching. He felt that Han Yang was now a bit turned against others, and he had forgotten the end at all. Who refused first, Han Yang.

But in the end they all sat together.

"Dear guests, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Wall Auction House! I am today's host Jon.

A man with a slicked back and oily hair walked onto the stage and bowed very comically.

It's just that the gorgeous and funny action did not cause others to laugh but received a round of applause. Sun Yuxin clapped lightly while explaining in a low voice.

"She is almost the most powerful auctioneer in the entire Wall Auction House, and her academic qualifications are among the best here. If you are like this, he can probably crush her to death with one palm."

Sun Yuxin said that he did not forget to hit Han Yang.

Han Yang didn't say anything this time, but the corners of his lips curled up in disdain.

After hearing this, Chen Xin'er next to her immediately felt sorry for Han Yang.

"I'm afraid you have never seen Han Yang reach out. Why do you say that to him? Otherwise, you two will compete with each other."

The little medical fairy couldn't keep calm at this time, and encouraged Han Yang from the side: "That white-haired old man just challenged Han Yang."

Sun Yuxin obviously also thought of the white-haired old man lying on the ground. In an instant, her face turned pale, and she seemed to be trapped in some bad memories.

The scene was stiff for a moment, and no one took the initiative to speak. Naturally, Sun Baoxin would not touch this bad guy.

Just at this time, Jon started talking again.

"I know that you all come from afar to participate in our auction house just for a few things. Don't worry, these things will definitely feast your eyes today. Here is the first one.

In an instant, a huge piece of wood was lifted up.

It took ten people to move the piece of wood. They used their waists to pull up the piece of wood, and it made a loud bang when it was placed on the ground.

"This is the southern locust tree that was famous for its incense!"

Jon patted the man and made a sound of admiration.

"I didn't expect it to be this thing."

Ji Fengjiu made a sound of disbelief. His eyes were fixed on Nanfang Huanmu, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.

"What's wrong? If you like it, take a photo."

Han Yang didn't even know what Nanfang Huanmu was, so he could only let the Divine Level Furnace Breath System explain it to him.

"Southern Huanmu, also known as locust wood aromatherapy, Southern Huanmu is stupid and heavy, but its aroma can attract butterflies, and it is very helpful for spiritual practice. It has a calming effect, as long as there is a large piece Then you won’t go crazy.”

The mechanical voice of the Divine Level furnace and cauldron system explained to Han Yang the function of returning wood in the south. Han Yang nodded with a strange expression. This kind of thing has no effect on him at all. The Divine Level furnace and cauldron system is completely It is a good helper to calm the mind, and the method he practices is a dual cultivation method.

However, I don’t know if there will be any strange effects if this Southern Returning Tomb is placed between the two cultivators.

"The method of dual cultivation produced by the Divine Level Cauldron System is a method of integrity. Nanfang Huanmu does not have the effect of increasing attributes, so please stop wishful thinking."

Han Yang really asked the doubts in his heart. The sound was just the Divine Level furnace system, but he dismissed the idea in his mind without hesitation. Han Yang smacked his lips.

Since this kind of thing is useless, there is no need to take pictures, but if Ji Fengjiu likes it, she can spend a little money.

"I don't know how to practice this kind of thing at all, and it has no effect on me. I am just surprised that this Southern Huanmu is still alive. I saw it at the beginning, but I didn't expect that it would now live in the Black Point Port."

Ji 2.1 Fengjiu shook her head directly and said.

"Um?"

As the name suggests, the southern tree is a kind of tree that grows in the south. However, they are naturally hard and must be cut down with special means. One tree will not appear for thousands of years.

"But this southern part is not fake, it's just a ball of grass inside!"

Ji Fengjiu shook her head and revealed the truth that surprised Han Yang.

Han Yang looked at the Southern Wood carefully again. He could still smell the aroma emanating from the Southern Wood, even from such a distance.

Just taking a breath of air, he felt that his irritable mood was calmed down a lot. He didn't expect that such a magical thing would be fake now.

"That's right!" Ji Fengjiu saw Han Yang's shocked expression and nodded. .