Yang Feng smiled and said, "My surname is Feng!"

Liu Ye said: "Okay, then we will sign the contract now."

The old man's eyes flashed and he watched Yang Feng sign a contract with Liu Ye.

The old man sneered in his heart. If it weren't for him here today, it would be absolutely impossible for this person to walk out of the auction safely.

Even if you dare to take out such a thing for auction with this level of cultivation, it is simply seeking death. The contract is useless.

Yang Feng suddenly sighed and said, "Actually, I believe in you very much, it doesn't matter whether you sign a contract or not."

Liu Ye narrowed his eyes and said, "How can you do it? Signing a contract is a must. Our auction house is still very credible."

Yang Feng took out a crystal fairway: "I recorded it with a crystal ball when we discussed the contract just now. It doesn't matter whether we signed the contract or not."

Liu Ye and the old man suddenly realized that they had underestimated Yang Feng.

If the auction house dares to break the contract, Yang Feng will copy the crystal ball and fade out and spread it, then the auction house will be finished.

What's more, Yang Feng can record videos with crystal balls under their noses. How could he be a simple person?

Yang Feng smiled and said, "Then I'll leave first, I will always pay attention to the promotion of your auction house."

After saying this, Yang Feng quickly left.

This is just the first step in Yang Feng’s plan. One month is still a bit too tight for him.

"I've said goodbye too!"

When the old man saw Yang Feng disappear, he immediately followed.

Liu Ye sneered, and followed him.

But Liu Ye was soon stunned. There was no shadow of Yang Feng except the old man in his spiritual sense.

And it seems that the old man also lost Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was not in Ping'an City at this time, and he had disguised himself as a pale noble man in gorgeous clothes.

And where he is, the market is only hundreds of miles away from Ping'an City.

For immortals, hundreds of miles are very close.

In a sense, the market exists specifically for the peaceful city.

Ping'an City is extremely prosperous and the land is extremely expensive.

Many people want to do business in Ping'an City, but their capital is insufficient.

This gave birth to Fangshi, which had many commercial buildings for purchasing spiritual herbs and materials.

The transactions here are fast, and there is no constraint on formations or air-forbidden restrictions.

Some casual cultivators who obtained the materials would rather come here to trade than go to Ping'an City.

As time goes by, more and more shops appear here, which gave birth to various places such as restaurants. Finally, a market without a wall was formed.

There are many such open-air markets in any continent, but there are not many such markets as large as the market.

The largest teahouse in the market is the teahouse. The reason why many immortal cultivators gather here every day is not only because it provides the most complete spiritual tea and spiritual wine, but also because there are various information here.

Somewhere is the secret realm, where is the treasure appearing again, where is it necessary to form a team, etc.

The casual cultivators will come here to collect information and then look for the people who are in the team to leave together.

When Yang Feng came in, the hall on the first floor of the teahouse was already filled with all kinds of cultivators.

Yang Feng squeezed into a crowded place and ordered a pot of very good spiritual tea.

Seeing the envious eyes of several cultivators around him, Yang Feng waved his hand to the mate proudly and said, "It is a fate to meet. Help these friends also bring a pot of spiritual tea like me. It is counted on me."

When he heard that Yang Feng was going to treat him, several immortal cultivators who didn't know Yang Feng at all clasped their fists to thank him.

A cultivator who looks gorgeous and dressed as a young man must have come from a good place.

This kind of immortal cultivator likes the eyes that others envy and the words that others flatter.

The guy soon brought a few pots of spiritual tea. After Yang Feng's deliberate friendship, the few people quickly became familiar with each other.

"I like to make generous friends like you. Thank you for your spiritual tea. I've been a little tight these days. When I'm a little looser next time, I will definitely invite you to have tea."

A horse-faced immortal cultivator drank half of Yang Feng's spiritual tea in one sip and said generously.

For him, a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, such a pot of graded spiritual tea is considered a good thing.

The other people also made illusory promises and compliments while drinking Yang Feng's spiritual tea treats.

Yang Feng said proudly: "This is nothing, I like to make friends from all over the world. In the sect, I have done a good job. This little spiritual tea is really not worth mentioning."

Although Yang Feng changed his words in time, everyone around him could hear that Yang Feng was definitely from the Sword Sect.

Even if they are small sects, it is difficult for them to join, let alone one of the ten major sects in the Immortal Continents, such as the Sword Sect.

For a moment, the cultivators around came to talk to Yang Feng one after another, as if they knew that Yang Feng liked to be praised by others. All kinds of praise came, making Yang Feng feel that the Yellow River was flooding.

Some immortal cultivators even took the initiative to take out spiritual wine to invite Yang Feng to drink. Yang Feng refused everyone. As several pots of inferior spiritual wine were eaten, Yang Feng spoke louder and louder: "You don't have to praise me like this. Actually, although I am good in the sect, I am far worse than others. It's not a little bit."

It seemed that the wine had already come up, and Yang Feng even stood up and raised the wine pot and drank it in one gulp. He said drunk: "Do you know the Dao Sect? Their sect is the real good sect. Who can curry favor with the Dao Sect? Hehe... My senior brother, no, you can't tell this matter casually..."

Yang Feng seemed to know that this kind of thing was not easy to talk about, so he burped and sat down again.

Yang Feng had just sat down when several large pots of spiritual wine were sent to Yang Feng.

Just now, a man who was a little tight on his hands gave him two big pots, and it was the most intense spiritual wine.

As if feeling the enthusiasm of others, Yang Feng drank another pot of strong wine and whispered, "I'll tell you a top secret news, don't tell me it casually."

"We certainly won't say it!" Several heads that squeezed over said in a low voice.

The second generation ancestor who came out of a large sect like Yang Feng and had not experienced various risks had seen too many of them.

All of them are of this kind of virtue, but this kind of second-generation ancestor can indeed know something that their casual cultivators do not know.

"I tell you, do you know which son-in-law from the sect is the most popular now? It's the Dao Sect, can't believe it? My senior brother's Taoist partner is from the Dao Sect. His Taoist partner not only gave him Yin marrow, but also gave him branches of the Nine Colored Illusion Tree. You dare not even think about it..."

Before Yang Feng could finish his words, he was interrupted by countless puffs. It would be strange if he believed this nonsense.

Some people completely lost interest. They thought Yang Feng was going to say something earth-shaking. It turned out that such unreliable words were simply nonsense.

The branches of Yin Marrow and the Nine-Colored Illusion Tree are all one of the most precious things in the entire Tianxuan Continent. Can a disciple give it to others at will?

"Don't you believe it? All I said is true."

When Yang Feng saw that others didn't believe it, he immediately turned red and his tone became bigger.

"It's not that we don't believe it. Who doesn't know that Dao Sect will kill you after you fall in love? Your senior brother will kill you in the future after being fall in love? Will they give you something to your senior brother? Besides, even if Dao Sect has such a good thing, how can you give it to your disciple?" Someone immediately said disdainfully.

"That's right, these things are so precious that they will be given to an ordinary disciple?" the person next to him echoed.

Yang Feng retorted unhappily: "My Senior Brother Feng's Taoist partner is also a core disciple. In the Dao Sect, as long as he is a core disciple who has made meritorious services, he can get one to three drops of Yin marrow and the branches of the Nine-Colored Illusion Tree. By the way, I forgot to say that it is revealed, and there are many Dao Sect."

A cultivator laughed and said, "My friend, although you came from a large sect, you are better than us casual cultivators. But why did I hear that the Nine Colored Illusion Tree and Zhenlu are both from Yang Feng, a disciple of the Sword Sect? Moreover, Yang Feng was chased and killed, so he had long known where to hide."

"Haha..." The people around laughed.

Yang Feng stood up and said, "You don't know at all. Only the disciples of our sect know this kind of thing. These things are indeed Yang Feng's, but now they are all from the Dao Sect. Don't believe it. Senior Brother Feng told me. Die Wu, the true disciple of the Dao Sect, successfully slashed love on Yang Feng. Of course, Yang Feng was slaughtered by someone, but his things were not slaughtered."

Seeing the dazed expressions around him, Yang Feng became more and more proud and said, "Don't you know this news? Hehe, don't talk about you, even some major sects don't know it. Brother Feng only knew it because there was a Taoist couple who was a core disciple of the Dao Sect. After Yang Feng's things were taken away by the Dao Sect, the Dao Sect rewarded these things to the disciples of the sect based on the contributions of each disciple."

"That's absolutely impossible. Do you know how precious these two things are?"

Once again, someone retorted, but after he refuted this time, no one immediately stood up to support him.

Yang Feng looked at the refuting cultivator with disdain and said, "Do you know how much yin marrow Yang Feng has? He has a total of 100 barrels. Do you know how big a barrel is? Tell you you don't know either. Do you know how big a nine-colored illusion tree is? I guess you will never imagine it in your life.

If you don't believe me, you can go to Tianmen Square to inquire. Yang Feng sold a bucket of Zhenlu in the Communication Hall of Tianmen Square. If it weren't for him to do this, would you dare to believe that a person could take out so many Zhenlu? If you haven't seen the world, don't talk nonsense. If you don't believe it, you can ask if Die Wu has advanced to the fusion realm. He has successfully cut off his love on Yang Feng and has already advanced to the fusion realm."

The onlookers finally became a little restless. Although most people didn't believe it, Yang Feng said it had a nose and eyes.

Moreover, the Daozong went to the Sword Sect to tell Yang Feng and Diewu about his marriage. This is an open secret.

"Then how did you know so clearly?" Someone asked.

"Idiot, my fellow Taoist couple, is the core disciple of the Dao Sect."

This time, Yang Feng didn't need to answer, someone took the initiative to answer for him.

Yang Feng generously grabbed the wine pot on the table again, took a few more sips and said, "I'll tell you another secret. After my Senior Brother Feng got three drops of Yin marrow and a little bit of branches of the Nine-Colored Illusion Tree, he had already commissioned the auction house to auction. If you don't believe me, you can tell it in a month. How could my disciple among the ten major sects cheat people? You really make me very upset, it's better not to make friends like this..."

Yang Feng muttered, and walked out of the teahouse staggeringly.
Chapter completed!