Chapter 1527: It Shouldn't Be Him!

? After a little comparison, I found that these one hundred attics are actually not the same. 』』Tian Lai Novels WwW. ⒉

The patterns depicted on these attics are each different, representing different Protoss.

In addition, the volume of these attics is also different. The stronger the Protoss, the larger the attic they have.

Although the actions of the Duobao clan are suspected of treating the various ethnic groups in a hierarchical manner, it is difficult for everyone to say anything.

Everyone knows in their hearts that there is no absolute fairness in this world.

If everything is really fair, there will be no difference between these sky lofts and those ordinary seats.

"Let's go into the attic!"

Scanning the castle in the air ahead, Han Wanqing explained to everyone and flew towards the loft of the Ziyu Luanfeng Clan.

Seeing Han Wanqing's actions, Mo Qingyun and others did not hesitate, and followed him to the attic.

When Mo Qingyun and others flew to the pavilion, other top 100 ethnic groups also flew to their own pavilion.

"The foreign clans of the Qianhuan clan rank seventy-two in the list of all the ancient clans. They should also have their own attics."

Mo Qingyun followed behind Han Wanqing, recalling what Han Wanqing said just now, and unconsciously looked at the attic of the Qianhuan Clan.

Since listening to Grandma Longshe's words, Mo Qingyun has become more aware and curious about the Qianhuan Clan.

After a while, Mo Qingyun saw a group of people flying towards the attic of the Qianhuan Clan.

People from the Thousand Fantasy Clan are here!

To Mo Qingyun's surprise, there were actually two familiar figures among the Qianhuan Clan.

These two people are exactly Qian Qiuqiao and Qian Xuanming who are going to the Tianhun Continent.

Judging from the appearance of the two of them, it seems that their status in the Qianhuan Clan is not low.

Otherwise, how could the two of them be qualified to come to such a large auction.

Sensing Mo Qingyun's gaze,

Qian Qiuqiao and the two also looked at Mo Qingyun.

"It's him!"

When the two of them saw Mo Qingyun, they immediately showed shocked expressions, unable to believe what they saw.

"No! It shouldn't be possible, it's probably just that they look alike."

Qian Qiu cleverly found a reason to explain the scene in front of him. He didn't believe that the other party was Mo Qingyun, and said to himself: "In just a few years, it is impossible for him to come to the wild continent and advance to the real fairyland." , and got acquainted with the Ziyu Luanfeng clan and others who ranked in the top 20 in the list of the ancient ten thousand clans."

After thinking about it this way, Qian Qiuqiao's mood improved a bit, and she felt that her worries were unfounded.

"Master, the young man from the Ziyu Luanfeng clan seems to look very similar to the kid from the attached mainland."

When Qian Qiuqiao thought he was wrong, Qian Xuanming next to him also showed doubts, not believing that Mo Qingyun would come here.

Hearing Qian Xuanming's words, Qian Qiuqiao smiled lightly, shook his head and said: "The vast starry sky is boundless, and there are countless creatures living in it. It is not surprising that there are a few people who look alike. .”

"That's true!"

Hearing what Qian Qiuqiao said, Qian Xuanming nodded in agreement, further confirming that he had admitted his mistake, and secretly said: "I have the golden fairyland peak cultivation base to share my insights, plus a large number of cultivation resources. The kid who just broke through to the real fairyland, the kid on the attached continent, without any external support, it is impossible for him to grow to this point."

After thinking about it, Qian Xuanming immediately thought that this was too much thinking.

Immediately, Qian Xuanming ignored Mo Qingyun and looked away from Mo Qingyun.

Seeing that Qian Qiuqiao and the two looked away, Mo Qingyun did not pay attention to them, thinking that he would look for them slowly in the future.

Now that he knew that both of them were among the foreign clans of the Qianhuan Clan, it would not be difficult for Mo Qingyun to find them.

Mo Qingyun's body stopped slightly, and he caught up with Han Wanqing and the others, and entered the attic of the Ziyu Luanfeng Clan.

Mo Qingyun entered the attic, and he began to pay attention to the situation of other ethnic groups. It seems that those ethnic groups came here.

To Mo Qingyun's surprise, from the beginning to the end, he didn't see the arrival of the top ten groups.

"Uncle Han, why didn't all the top ten ethnic groups come to the auction?"

Now that there are no groups in the top ten, Mo Qingyun asked Han Wanqing beside him with a puzzled expression.

Hearing Mo Qingyun's doubtful words, Han Wanqing just laughed, and began to be puzzled by Mo Qingyun: "Nephew, you don't know, the top ten ethnic groups in the ancient list, they are either in charge of a big wilderness, or control How could a powerful sect want so many treasures that have been handed down from ancient times in their hands, so they would be interested in a small auction of this level."

"Is that so?"

Mo Qingyun frowned slightly, still puzzled in his heart, but he didn't continue to ask any more questions, secretly said: "Unexpectedly, the top ten powerful ethnic groups in the ancient myriad ethnic groups all have such a terrifying background. Fortunately, I I didn’t go to the Heavenly Soul Demon Clan before.”

At this moment, Mo Qingyun couldn't help feeling thankful that he didn't rush back to the Heavenly Soul Demon Clan.

Judging from what Han Wanqing said just now, the depth of the water inside the Sky Soul Demon Clan is not as simple as he imagined.

Originally, he thought that the top ten ethnic groups in the Immemorial Ten Thousand Races List were just stronger than other ethnic groups.

Now it seems that his understanding was completely wrong, this is not the same thing at all.

It seems that the strength of the top ten powerful races can no longer be judged by conventional thinking, and has reached a whole new level.

Mo Qingyun and others came to the attic, and after about an incense stick, the auction officially started.

On the high platform in the middle of the auction house, an old man from Da Luo Jin Wonderland came, he should be the auctioneer of the auction.

"Senior Yan Wei, he actually hosted this auction? He hasn't shown up for nearly ten thousand years."

"You don't know yet, do you? The final item of this auction is said to be a magic weapon used by the holy ancestor of Jiejiao."

"The magic weapon used by the holy ancestor of Jiejiao? Is this news reliable? Will that kind of item really be handed down?"

"The Tongtian Clan, which ranks eighth on the Immemorial Ten Thousand Clans List, is the descendant of the Holy Ancestor's blood. If there are treasures from the Holy Ancestor for sale, why don't they come?"

"What do you know, there are many kinds of treasures of the ancestors, and not all of them are extremely precious."

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Seeing the auctioneer on the high platform, everyone was whispering to each other, and their expressions became serious.

From his words, it can be roughly heard that this auction may be very difficult.

"The holy ancestor of Jiejiao, the Tongtian clan, the eighth on the list of ancient ten thousand clans?"

Hearing the conversation of others, Mo Qingyun's expression changed slightly, showing curiosity.

To be honest, this is the first top ten ethnic group he knows besides the Heavenly Soul Demon Race.