Chapter 463

In the dead of night, in the room of the auction house, Chu Xing sat cross legged.

At his feet, there were several small green fruits like green jujubes.

But it is different from green jujube because its skin is as soft as jelly and contains a lot of energy.

This small green fruit is the Baijing fruit in the Yugu mountains.

In addition to the semen Polygoni, there is a bottle.

The golden gas in the bottle is spinning in the bottle.

"I don't know how many accomplishments these two things can help me improve?"

Chu Xingyu looked at the Baijing fruit and dragon Qi in front of him and murmured in a low voice.

Because of the existence of Shura Wu soul, Chu Xingyu needs to make efforts hundreds of times more difficult than ordinary people in order to improve his cultivation.

After unraveling the remnant of Qinglong, Chu Xingyu, who has the complete supreme promotion and determination, has been practicing at a speed close to that of ordinary martial artists.

However, in less than two months, the selection of qianchangzong will be held in the imperial city.

In the selection of the martial arts of qianbian sect, the strength of the martial arts must reach the tianwu realm before there is hope.

Chu Xingyu, who has exhausted the power of Wu soul, wants to get a good result in the selection of imperial city with his current ability, which is even more difficult.

Therefore, improving his strength has become what Chu Xingyu urgently wants to accomplish in these two months.

Baijing fruit swallowed into his stomach, and the green light spot wandered around his whole body in an instant.

When the bottle was opened, a low dragon roar also came out gently from the mouth of the bottle.

At this moment, the Dragon Gas in the bottle was sucked into the boy's nose.

"Supreme exaltation!"

With a low cry, Chu Xingyu began to practice his kung fu.

Surrounded by the blue and golden light, the young man's acupoints made a cracking sound.

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When the early morning light scattered in the courtyard, Chu Xingyu opened his eyes.

In one night's time, Chu Xingyu's cultivation has been promoted from seven to eight in the martial arts realm.

Dong! Dong!

Just at this time, the voice of the boy came from outside the door.

"Is the great refiner awake? The Imperial City auction will begin immediately. I'll take you to the auction now!"

Now, it's time to attend the Imperial City auction.

After opening the door, Chu Xingyu saw a luxurious sedan chair at a glance.

Sixteen barbarians stood respectfully in the courtyard.

Obviously, the owner Ji Jingcheng wants everyone to know that those who participate in the Imperial City auction have great weapon refiners!

Chu Xingyu frowned slightly.

"Tell the owner not to be too ostentatious. I'll be there in a minute!"

Chu Xingyu, a great tool refiner, doesn't want to be the target of public criticism.

"Yes!"

The boy beside him saw that Chu Xingyu didn't like it and immediately asked the barbarian to leave the yard.

Immediately, the boy set off for the auction venue.

The auction venue in the north of the city is vacant all year round. It is very cold and lively only once a year.

At this time, the auction is already a sea of people.

"How many dignitaries have been invited to this auction?"

A common man in the imperial city asked the people around him curiously.

"I guess they've all been invited, but they won't appear in the auction house!"

When senior officials and nobles come to the auction, they are entrusted.

If they come in person and spend a lot of money, they will inevitably attack each other in the imperial court.

The more prominent a person is, the more low-key a representative will be.

However, as the owner of the auction house, Ji Jingcheng has a lot of eyes.

He will not neglect these representatives sent by dignitaries.

Some senior VIP rooms have been prepared for these representatives in advance.

The auction venue can accommodate 10000 people, and there are hundreds of VIP rooms.

Just after a short time, these 100 VIP rooms have been occupied, and only VIP room 1 is still vacant.

"Who do you think will enter VIP room 1?"

The vacant VIP Room No. 1 immediately aroused the suspicion of those who entered the auction venue.

Almost all the dignitaries in the hall entered the VIP room, leaving only a small number of distinguished people outside.

Everyone began to analyze who could stay in VIP room 1 among this group.

"I think it's Fan Jian, commander of the imperial city governor's department!"

A warrior whispered.

"You have a point!"

Everyone nodded.

The imperial city governor department is the defense army of Huowu imperial city.

There are four commanders under the governor's department.

As Fan Jian, who is in charge of one quarter of the security of the Imperial City, has a noble status and has a high probability of entering VIP room 1.

"No, VIP room 1 is not necessarily Fan Jian."

A warrior shook his head and said.

"You see, Zhu Wen, the son of the Royal historian Zhongcheng, has not entered the VIP room. His identity is more prominent. Obviously, VIP Room No. 1 will eventually be his."

Zhu Wen is a first-class bodyguard with a knife in the imperial city. He has no power as fan Jiangao.

However, Zhu Wen's father is a very powerful imperial historian, and Zhu Wen can do things at the feet of the emperor. He has no power as fan Jiangao, but his identity is detached.

Zhu Wen deserves his name when he enters VIP room 1.

This group of distinguished people are waiting for the opportunity to enter VIP room 1, but there is an extra boy in white among them.

"Who are you, boy? Do you know where this is?"

Looking at the young man in white, Zhu Wen showed a sneer on his face.

He had never seen the boy. He was obviously just a civilian.

"Boy, this area is an area where dignitaries can stand. You'd better roll down like Zhu Wen!"

Fan Jian also choked on teenagers.

Among these distinguished people, Zhu Wen and Fan Jian couldn't see each other.

When Fan Jian mocked the teenager, he mocked Zhu Wen.

"Fan Jian, say it again!"

Zhu Wen's face was cold.

"Is there something wrong with what I said? I advise you not to think about it. As the leader, the owner will let me enter VIP room 1!"

Fan Jian said loudly with a touch of disdain on his face.

"Fan Jian, what about the commander? No matter how powerful you are, do you have a higher status than me?"

With a touch of ridicule on his face, Zhu Wen fought back at Fan Jian.

They are in the highest position among these dignitaries and dignitaries, and both believe that the VIP room belongs to them.

Between them, the servant in box 1 came down.

"Look! VIP room 1 must be mine!"

Zhu Wen and Fan Jian both had complacency on their faces.

"Which VIP is Chu Xingyu, please go to VIP room 1!"

The words of servant No. 1 made Zhu Wen and Fan Jian's faces freeze for a moment.

VIP room 1 was not prepared for Zhu Wen or Fan Jian.

It was so unexpected.

Who is Chu Xingyu?

Just between their gloomy faces and suspicions, a faint voice came from behind:

"You two make way and block my way to VIP room 1."

They turned around with cold eyes.

The person who made the sound was the young man in white whom they had just mocked.