Hearing this, Chen Rui stopped talking nonsense and stood up and left the secret room. Looking at the slowly closed door of the secret room, and then hearing the footsteps gradually fading away, a trace of splendor appeared in the old man's eyes.

"This person should be the latest to the Falling City, but it's strange that he actually has the little wind control technique of the Dacheng Sword Sect. What's going on? This matter must be checked carefully... Maybe, I've misunderstood. That white-haired boy is not as simple as it seems on the surface?" The old man murmured.

After leaving the market, Chen Rui and the other two looked for a simple place around the market, and took a break. Three days passed by in a flash. When they appeared at the entrance of the auction house again, there was basically no change there and three days ago. It was still crowded, which shows how popular the auction house was.

The three of them finally entered the auction house with jade tokens, and relying on the white-haired old man's silver token to find the so-called second-level VIP seat. After sitting down on the seat, Chen Rui's eyes opened, and his eyes were slightly condensed. He could feel that there were many powerful fluctuations in the auction house now.

After his eyes glanced around, he looked at the seats closest to the auction table. There were already many monks sitting or standing there, and in the center, a powerful aura appeared and disappeared, which made people look sideways.

"Cultivator Tianwen!"

Aware of this fluctuation in Chen Rui's eyes, a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes. Unexpectedly, he had just entered the auction hall and had not sat firmly, he could see a Tianwen monk.

"I believe that those who can be ranked first-level VIPs are all powers that have Tianwen masters in charge, which means they are likely to be the five major organizations mentioned by the information before. However, this person does not seem to be from the Dacheng Sword Sect, so I don't know if they will come to this auction today." Zeng Daniu said.

"Here you come!"

While Chen Rui said that, his eyes looked at the entrance of the auction hall, where there were more than ten figures, each wearing white clothes, only the person in purple clothes. The man's face was indifferent, carrying a purple sword, with his hands behind him, and slowly walked towards the first-level VIP seat. Although Chen Rui had never seen this person's face, his breath was a little familiar, and this breath seemed to be exactly the same as the soul imprint at the beginning.

Then, this figure is Sima Jianqiu, the strongest man in the Falling City of Dacheng Sword Sect. The arrival of this group of people also caused a noise in the auction hall. Such forces with Tianwen cultivators in charge will always attract everyone's attention no matter where they appear.

"That person is Sima Jianqiu!" Following Chen Rui's gaze, Zeng Daniu brothers and sisters also looked at the man in purple with a cold expression. His face changed slightly. Obviously, they didn't expect that on the third day of the fallen city, they directly bumped into Sima Jianqiu.

"It's him, but we don't have to be too nervous!" Chen Rui smiled. Although he met Sima Jianqiu here, he didn't have much worry. Even if that guy came to him on his own initiative, he was not afraid at all. Now his cultivation level is already asking, if he really wants to take action, he may not lose to him.

At this moment, Sima Jianqiu and the more than ten white-clothed sounds had already risen into the air and finally landed on the seat closest to the auction table.

Shortly after the monks of the Dacheng Sword Sect sat down, there were another uproar in the field. Dozens of figures, led by a young man in white long gown, also arrived at the seat where the first-level VIP was located.

"It's a member of Wuji Sect..." Many people in the field whispered.

Chen Rui looked at the man in the moon-white long gown and his eyes narrowed slightly. Such fluctuations in cultivation were obviously also a monk Tianwen.

"That is Situ Liang of Wuji Sect." Zeng Rou looked at the man in the moon white long garment and said with a serious expression.

"Very strong strength..." Chen Rui nodded slightly. Just a glance, he could already feel a dangerous fluctuation from Situ Liang.

Just as Chen Rui paid attention to Situ Liang, the latter seemed to have some huge bucks. He turned his head, looked at Chen Rui and then turned back.

Shortly after the Wuji Sect's people appeared, two more waves of people came to the auction hall in a flamboyant manner, and finally fell into the seat area where the first-level VIP was located in everyone's eyes.

"That is Mr. Wuhen of Guiyuan Sect, a Tianwen early-stage expert like Sima Jianqiu!" Zeng Daniu looked at a young man in white in front and whispered.

The young man with a feather crown on his head and wearing a light blue dress, he was smiling and greeting Sima Jianqiu and Situ Liang. This man looked amiable, but from the faint smell of hostility that radiated from his body and the faint smell of blood all over his body, he could tell that he was definitely not a kind person.

Chen Rui nodded, looked at the Blood Star people on the other side, and said lightly: "The guys from Blood Star are here too, but the person in charge is no longer a Blood Shirt. Who is that person?"

"That's the blood on the Blood Star, burning blood! Speaking of which, the blood is on the Blood Star's ground, Jianzi has a similar status in the Dacheng Sword Sect." At this moment, in the center of the Blood Star Cultivator, there was a man in red robe. His hair was also blood-red, but his whole body was as thin as a fire, and he looked quite strange.

Chen Rui's eyes flashed and he murmured, "Four major organizations are here, it's the Dao Sect's turn to appear next." He still can't let go of the mysterious disappearance of the Taoist sect in the Black Mist Valley. However, now is not the time to solve the mystery. The leaders of the four major organizations in front of him have forced him to treat them with caution, not to mention that there is the Dacheng Sword Sect, which has a deep grudge against him.

At this moment, Chen Rui's heart suddenly moved. He could feel an extremely obscure fluctuation of powerful cultivation suddenly appeared from a distance. Then he saw a young man in Taoist robe coming alone in the wind, and finally landing lightly on the first-level VIP seat in the front.

The Taoist young man looked much weaker than the leaders of the other four organizations in terms of momentum, but it was felt that Chen Rui was the most difficult person compared to the other four people.

"Senior Yi Yunzi, how about it?" Chen Rui suddenly asked.

"Your feeling is right. Although they are both in the early stages of Tianwen, I can still see that the other four people are still inferior to this young man in robe." Qi Yunzi said.

After the speculation was confirmed, Chen Rui's expression became even more serious. It was extremely difficult to win the Xian Yaojue from the hands of these guys.

At this moment, Sima Jianqiu, who had been sitting in the seat, suddenly stood up, turned to look at Chen Rui, and a cold murderous gaze suddenly turned to Chen Rui.

Just as Sima Jianqiu stood up, the eyes of the auction center gathered towards him, and then followed his gaze and turned to Chen Rui again.

(End of this chapter)
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