, I really don't know what crazy the old men are...are he afraid of not being able to report the account?

Seeing that Luo Yang not only did not want to stop the flag, he was leisurely imitating Fuchang. He lifted the lid of the pot and obviously wanted to fight to the end.

With such a person involved, Fuchang was a little unbearable. He was confused and was so angry that he almost cursed.

After a bitter smile, Zhang Fan sent a voice saying, "Senior Brother Fu, I roughly know what's going on, leave it to me!"

After saying that, he took out a note to transmit the music, lowered his head and said a few words, and then his spiritual power was activated.

The golden light flashed by, and the sound transmission note flew out. It fell to Luo Yang with a "swoosh". Maybe he didn't expect that someone would contact him with the sound transmission note at this time. The old man was obviously shocked and almost smashed the teacup.

This action was naturally unconcealed by everyone in the market. But no one could say anything. After all, no one stipulated that there was no possibility of transmission in the market?

Zhang Fan was helpless when he used this method. The cultivation of everyone in the field seemed to him, and there were even stronger ones. If he casually transmitted the voice with his spiritual sense, he would be quite as good as others and might be intercepted halfway. It would be more practical than this.

Luo Yang hurriedly put down the teacup, took the notes with a strange face, and looked in with his spiritual sense.

After a while, he raised his head, a sophisticated smile blooming like a chrysanthemum, nodded at Zhang Fan, then wiped it with his hand, and the teapot immediately turned and withdrew from this competition.

At this time, Fuchang was the only one who insisted. The old man with red face paused for a while, and saw that no one was ready to fight, he couldn't help but sigh and said with regret: "Since no one bids, the treasure will belong to Fellow Daoist Fu."

From the maid's hand, Fuchang stood up and fisted around and said, "Thank you for giving in, Fu is grateful."

Then he said to the red-faced old man on the stage: "Old, please make up for the general account!"

After doing this, he sat down and handed the jade box to Zhang Fan in secret, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhang, is the old brother finally living up to his trust?"

"Okay, brothers are in love."

Zhang Fan put the jade box into the Qiankun bag, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled and said with a genuine smile.

Seeing that he put away his things, Fuchang asked curiously again: "Are you familiar with Lao Er Luo? He gives you face!"

No wonder he was curious. Even a master of Jiedan was not so concerned about Zhang Fan's face. But Yu Yang was different. As the chief officer of Duobao Pavilion, in terms of management, the old man's strength is probably even stronger than him, and he is so easy to talk to?

Zhang Dan smiled slightly and said in his ear: "Xiang Ming!"

Just one name made An Chang suddenly realize that there was another level of businessman in the market. He didn't know what was going on, let alone how could he hide it from his ears when the Duobao Pavilion was changing its affairs.

"The big sun is really explained?"

Sure enough, Zhang Fan praised secretly. He nodded without saying much. What a person Fuchang, he tactfully stopped asking more.

Good things like Bu Xubi are naturally the finale. Since they have been sold, the auction has been considered complete. After the blushing old man said "Go down and take it for himself", he walked down the stone platform and left the dark place.

As he left, a group of ladies in palace clothes suddenly appeared and came to the monks with trays one by one. Looking around, Zhang Fan saw that there was a dry Liu bag on all the trays. As for what was inside, it was unknown.

"These are all consigners, and now they are delivering the spirit stones!"

Seeing his attention, Fuchang explained leisurely.

"So that's it!" Zhang Fan nodded, and understood. Obviously, the things that appeared at the auction were not prepared long ago. I am afraid that most of these foundation-building monks entered the market and concealed their identities before delivering them to the organizer on the spot.

Now it is settled on the spot after the end, and it is considered that the silver goods are paid off, so it has nothing to do with the market when going out.

"Do you guys really think this can be hidden from others?" Seeing the monks silently put the counting of spirit stones into their bags, Fuchang couldn't help but sneer.

"What, is there something wrong?" Zhang Jiran asked hurriedly.

To be honest, he thought it was quite perfect, could there be any other problems?

"Mao Ni? Where is there?" Fuchang said sneering.

Then he pushed his mouth towards the monks who collected the spirit stones and said gloatingly: "Brother, look at it. The fattest sheep here is the one who sells the Biaoxu Bi. I, the old rich man, bet that he will not live tomorrow."

Seeing that Zhang Fan had not understood what he meant, he grinned, reached out and pulled, including all the foundation-building monks present, and said, "Brother, look, are they different?"

What's the difference? Isn't it all covered with dysfunctional clothes? Zhang Fan looked in the direction of his finger in confusion. After a careful look, he really saw the problem.

It turns out that although these people are all wearing wardrobe clothes, they are not all the same as those he wears. A few of them wear them, obviously different styles and the fluctuations on them are also different.

Before, Zhang Fan looked at all the clothes in the stone chamber, and now he was wearing the wardrobe clothes. Now that there is a difference, it is naturally impossible for him to have any slack work in the market, but they can only bring it themselves.

If you have something ready, you don’t need to bring one of them. Obviously you are guarding against something!

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan said in surprise: "Have you done tampering with this dress?"

"That's right, my brother is indeed keen." Fuchang nodded and recognized his idea, and then said: "There is no malicious in doing this, just to prevent people from making trouble. There is no good player in the market to keep him, so he has reserved a mark in advance. If there is nothing to do, it will be easy to come to the door if there is something to do."

"It's always been fine, and those guys are just used to being cautious, so there's no need."

"But the person in charge of the Faxiang Sect is not here now. Fairy Linglong, who is a fantasy and demonic path, has a temperament that ignores everything. The boy of Taoist Ward has always been ruthless and greedy, so how could he miss such a good opportunity?"

"It was nothing, and there was no such thing. I thought that the big sects and businesses would be honest? That's why the children thought so."

"As long as you don't make a big deal, the sect will only turn a blind eye, but something really happens. Naturally, someone will come to clean it up.

So the person who attacks will do it neatly, or he is just joking about his life!"

He said so much like a cannon. Zhang Fan frowned and finished listening, and then said suspiciously: "Senior Brother Fu, you really know the market. Brother Bu admires it very much!"

Although Fuchang is the general manager of the Faxiang Sect's business here, the market is not in the same system as him. Otherwise, cultivators like Zhang Fan who have outstanding military power would not be sent here.

But Fuchang is so familiar with all kinds of markets that even the secrets that cannot be known to others in secret are like the middle-level patterns of the palm. It is too powerful!

"Ah!" Fuchang was stunned and then said with a smirk: "Brother, my biological brother Fuwen, is the previous market manager of our Faxiang Sect. Unfortunately, he has been transferred to Tianzhu Mountain now, but that's fine. Otherwise, I won't know you, Junior Brother! Haha!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and stopped exploring it. After Fuchang said this, he finally understood why the person who consigned Bu Xubi died of a murderous death.

There were only a few people present wearing their own barrier-proof clothes, and they did not collect anything in the market. They were obviously not the consignees. Then it was clear that, as Fuchang said, a big fat sheep had been placed at the mouth of the Taoist Ward, how could he not eat it?

Of course, if he reveals his identity now, the Taoist Ward will inevitably be restrained, but it seems that there is no need for this, so he can use it.

Zhang Fan was pondering, and Fuchang suddenly smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhang, why should you buy one in my brother's store? The barrier-consciousness clothes in our own store are not tampered with. At most, how about I give you a 20% discount on Lao Fu?"

"I'll be fine if I'm not allowed, I'd better be self-reliant." Zhang Fan laughed silently. He said this tonight, just like a businessman, but before he was like a commentator and a boy who was a casual treasure.

Then he felt a stir in his heart and said to Fuchang: "Senior Brother Fu, you must be the Taoist worm of the Yuling Sect, right?

"nature!"

"That's good I have something else to ask my senior brother for help."

The night is as cool as water, dark clouds block the moon block the stars, and three feet away, it is pitch black and cannot be seen in your eyes.

As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and windy at night, when killing and setting fires, there is often a distance from the building. Three figures appear and disappear from time to time, running towards the distance.

At the front is a young monk. Although he is not very clear at night, he can only look at his movements, turning back every three steps and pausing every five steps, and then he can tell that he is a cautious person.

But no matter how cautious you are, you will not be careful.

In the distance behind him, a figure was lying down among the grass. He did not look up or check the traces, and just moved forward straight forward.

He stopped in front of him, and he moved before the other party moved. Looking at his movements, it was like a pair of heavenly eyes helping him check. He followed him easily and step by step. No matter how the other party changed direction, he set up a suspicion array and never lost it.

Today is obviously a good day to follow. Behind this person, there is a figure hanging from afar, roughly outside the spiritual range of ordinary early stage monks in the foundation building stage.

This man's movements were not as careful as the first person, nor as casual as the second person. However, he had to observe carefully and not lose it, and he had to be careful not to be discovered. However, he was the most tiring of the three.

The three of them kept the relationship between cicadas, mantis and oriole, heading towards the direction away from the market until half an hour later, seeing that the distance was far enough, the last person suddenly looked ahead and said to himself: "This distance should be almost the same!"

Listen to the sound, who is not Zhang Fan?

The third update is over.

Jinyao was in a bad mood and was still not calm enough. It affected his condition. He just finished calculating two minutes ago and was exhausted.
Chapter completed!