Outside Wanbao Street, Lin Huang and Lu Han squatted on the street corner, staring at Wanbao Tower.
"Tell me, on which floor is the golden gun located?"
Lin Huang asked boredly.
"Top layer!"
"Have you been up there?"
"No!"
"Then how do you know?"
"I guessed it," Lu Han said with a serious look on his face, as if he had come to a conclusion after countless analyses, confident and firm.
Then, he was kicked to the ground by Lin Huang.
If the things on Wanbao Street are mixed, and most of them are false, then Wanbao Tower is the last fig leaf.
And it's an iron fig leaf, the kind that can't be torn off no matter how hard you tear it off.
At least there are no false statements in this article.
Even in the dark of night, Wanbao Tower is still so brilliant. The lights in the building are brightly lit, and there is an endless stream of warriors coming and going. The three golden characters of Wanbao Tower are like jumping flames in the dark night, which are particularly eye-catching.
It’s so difficult to avoid people paying attention to such a golden pavilion that exudes the aura of a rich man and don’t want to go in!
Just like that, Lin Huang and Lu Han walked in like two country bumpkins, looking left and right.
Lin Huang was okay, after all, he was a person who had seen big scenes. But Lu Han was different. He was frightened as soon as he entered Wanbao Tower, and his dark face was even brighter with excitement.
Not to mention the bright lights in the building, it is simply magnificent. Everything that shines is decorated with luminous pearls. The bright and soft lights are reflected by the transparent jade windows, refracting into a dazzling brilliance.
And the things in the display window also look better because of it.
What's even more horrifying is that the woman at the counter in the building is dressed in a shameless way.
The thighs that were as clear as jade and the bottomless ravine on the chest were dazzling before the eyes of Lu Han and Lin Huang.
The shaking made the two of them dizzy.
"You're drooling!"
Lin Huang stared at Lin Huang with disdain, his eyes also wandering.
“Buy a gun, buy a gun!”
Lu Han immediately looked serious and felt a little uncomfortable in his abdomen.
There are seven floors in Wanbao Tower.
What was on the first floor was not a rare thing, but it had already made Lu Han dizzy.
The second floor sells some priceless things.
The third level contains treasures of heaven and earth, which are helpful for martial artists to practice. The martial arts sold on the fourth level are not of Xuan-level quality and cannot reach the fourth level at all.
The fifth floor sells weapons, and the buyers of these weapons are, at the end of the day, warriors in the Tianyuan realm.
The sixth floor is the auction house!
On the seventh floor, no one knows what is inside.
"You're dressed a little shabbily!"
After staying on the first floor of Wanbao Building for a long time, Lin Huang suddenly said.
During this period, everyone who entered Wanbao Tower would receive a warm reception, except for the two of them. Lu Han's eyes turned red as he watched the graceful women walking past.
"Then let's go up ourselves!"
Lu Han glanced at the linen clothes on his body and felt extremely insulted.
Lin Huang put his hand on his forehead and followed Lu Han towards the second floor of the Treasure Pavilion.
Then the two people were stopped like wild dogs. At the entrance to the second floor, a slightly short middle-aged man asked with a smile on his face:
"You two have seals!"
There was an inexplicable flavor in that smile.
"What is a seal?"
Lu Han raised his head and said doubtfully.
Lin Huang turned his head and quietly took a few steps away from Lu Han.
"Of course it's the seal distributed by Wanbao Tower." The smile on the middle-aged face dimmed a bit, and he continued: "Only those who hold the seal can set foot on the second floor of Wanbao Tower. After all, the things on it are not vulgar.
Ordinary people…”
The middle-aged man did not say anything further, but his meaning was obvious.
"I have money!"
Lu Han said confidently.
"Without a seal, even if you have money!"
After looking at Lu Han, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, the smile completely gone from his face, "The so-called rich is just a relative concept. Anything on the first floor costs at least a thousand taels of gold.
And the price of the second floor is more than ten times higher!”
"I wonder if your wealth is ten taels of gold or one hundred taels?"
Lu Han scratched his head, feeling a little angry, but more at a loss.
Lin Huang's expression turned cold, but before he could speak, another discordant voice sounded in the restaurant:
"How come all kinds of beggars and beggars can come in? Is this how Manager Li manages Wanbao Building?"
Then a tall figure appeared, folding the folding fan to push Lu Han away. There was a hint of disgust between his handsome brows. It seemed that Lu Han's coarse linen clothes made him feel sick, "You are blocking my way!"
Lu Han at the entrance of the stairs did not move at all.
"Master Xuanyuan, why are you here? You are such a rare visitor!"
Manager Li looked at the young master in purple, his face suddenly filled with a smile, as if he was trying to please. Then he stared at Lu Han fiercely and scolded:
"The shameless thing is blocking Mr. Xuanyuan's way, why don't you get out of the way!"
At the top of the stairs, Lu Han still didn't move at all. He raised his head and stared at Manager Li seriously, with a sharp look in his clear eyes, "I want to go up!"
"Go up? Without the seal, even the powerful Wuhou can't go up!"
Without a seal, a strong man from Marquis Wu would naturally be able to go up, but not Lu Han.
On the side, Lin Huang stared at the so-called Young Master Xuanyuan. He was indeed good-looking, with purple clothes embroidered with gold trim. He could not be said to be very handsome, but his face had no flaws at all.
Very few men can maintain their faces like this.
In Mr. Xuanyuan's arms, there was also a soft and beautiful woman in a warm pink dress. The woman did not say anything, but quietly looked at Mr. Xuanyuan's extremely charming profile, slightly obsessed.
Like a kitten.
"Master Xuanyuan?"
Lin Huang thought secretly, "I wonder if the word Xuanyuan has anything to do with Xuanyuan raising soldiers?"
"Remember that stinky beggar, I will only say this once, get out of my way." Mr. Xuanyuan looks good-looking, but what he says is not pretty at all, and is even mean:
"You don't even care about your status, so you dare to act recklessly in this Wanbao Tower. A bereaved dog whose clothes aren't even worth ten taels of silver dares to block my way!"
On the side, Lin Huang's expression turned completely cold, but he didn't make any move.
This is Lu Han's business.
"none of your business!"
Lu Han said calmly, seemingly not paying attention to Mr. Xuanyuan behind him. He just stared coldly at Manager Li of Wanbao Tower and said, "I want to go upstairs!"
Manager Li shook his head, with a cold look on his grin, "Do you know who the young master behind you is? Even if you go to the second floor, you won't survive tomorrow!"
"My master Xuanyuan Lihen!"
Mr. Xuanyuan was about to get angry, but he was extremely relieved by Manager Li's words. He spread out his folding fan and said with a hint of arrogance.
Xuanyuan Lihen!
As soon as these four words came out, many people in the hall were attracted.
The so-called Xuanyuan Lihen is not a person from the Xuanyuan Mansion, but he is related to him. If strictly calculated, he can be considered to have a relationship separated by three or four generations.
Xuanyuan Lihen's original surname was Song, and his surname was Xuanyuan only because of some things that happened three or four generations ago.
But in the Dongling Realm, as long as the surname is Xuanyuan, most others will be a little afraid. Moreover, strictly speaking, this young man can also be regarded as Xuanyuan Tibing's distant nephew.
Not only that, Xuanyuan Lihen can also be regarded as the leader of the younger generation of the Northern Yan Dynasty.
Northern Yan Dynasty Wu tests Hwarang!
"I know you." Lu Han at the top of the stairs did not seem to be shocked. Instead, he said calmly: "That Xuanyuan Lihen who suffered from Hualiu disease when he was seven years old!"
There was an uproar in the building instantly, and everyone's expressions immediately became a little weird.
Lin Huang's face froze, "Seven years old? This guy Lu Han really didn't cover up the rumors he started."
The obsessed eyes of the woman in Xuanyuan Lihen's arms instantly became confused.
"Who are you? You don't know how to live or die!"
Xuanyuan Lihen's eyes were filled with anger, and the folding fan in his hand was like a knife, with a biting chill, and he slashed directly towards Lu Han...
Before Xuanyuan Lihen's folding fan could fall, an extremely powerful aura suddenly appeared in Wanbao Tower, suppressing all Xuanyuan Lihen's offensive, and a powerful voice sounded out:
"Martial arts are prohibited in Wanbao Tower!"
Then, the stairs trembled slightly, and a middle-aged man appeared, slowly walking down the stairs. He was a little thin, with a beautiful beard, and looked relatively calm.
"Manager Zhou!"
Looking at the middle-aged man coming downstairs, Xuanyuan Lihen's expression changed, and he forced a smile on his face.
In contrast, Manager Li on the side suddenly became cautious, leaning forward as if he was a little scared.
Lu Han raised his head and his eyes fell directly on Manager Zhou.
"What are you doing upstairs?"
Manager Zhou asked, rolling his sleeves and looking at Lu Han, his brows slightly furrowed. There was really no way to blame Manager Zhou, Lu Han was really dressed too shabbily.
No one who looks at it would think that Lu Han is a rich man.
However, Manager Zhou's vision is obviously not what Manager Li can match. He can at least see Lu Han's state of mind. He can also see many things from Lu Han's serious eyes.
Listening to Manager Zhou's questions, Xuanyuan Lihen and Lu Han responded at the same time: