Supreme Immortal Emperor

When the two of them got downstairs, they found that the streets were full of silhouettes, all heading towards the center of the dark black market without exception.

“This scene is not so vast!” Ye Chen said, putting on a ghost mask again.

“This is Yi Rong Pill and Voice Changing Pill. Swallow one.” Xiong Er took two pills from his crotch and handed them to Ye Chen, “It can change the appearance and voice of people, and drive them carefully. Nian Chuan.”

Ye Chen wanted to take it, but remembered that Xiong Er had taken it out of his crotch, he coughed dryly, “Keep it for you! I’ll wear a mask!”

Speaking, he took out the mask from his arms and put it on his face.

“No need to pull it.” Xiong Er’s faceless and skinless, ignored Ye Chen’s disgusting eyes, and directly swallowed the change sound pill and the Yi Rong pill.

“Why do you put your storage bag in your crotch.”

“Safe.”

The dark black market is close to the center, with a loft, towering Into the cloud, grand and magnificent.

This loft is called the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion, and it is the place where Youdu has been auctioned over the years.

At this moment, looking down from the sky, the flow of people from all quarters has gathered. Everyone is not simple and acts relatively low-key.

Not long ago, there was already a vast crowd in front of the Dragon Pavilion.

“Why don’t you open the door yet.” Some people are already impatient.

“The time is not up yet, what is the hurry.”

“I don’t know what Heavenly Profound Sect will auction this time.”

“Heavenly Profound Sect The auction he presided over was really extraordinary.” Behind the crowd, Ye Chen couldn’t help but sigh secretly.

Soon, the door of the hidden Dragon Pavilion hummed and opened slowly.

As soon as the door opened, a black clothed old man leaning on an Azure Dragon stick walked in first.

“Who is this person! It’s too big!”

“You don’t know this, that is the old man of Black Mountain, dominate the party!”

“My eyes are clumsy.”

After the old man of Black Mountain, a few old men filed in.

Immediately afterwards, a crowd of people rushed in, scrambling to leave. Entered into the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion.

“I’m gone.” Xiong Er also squeezed in with the crowd, and his small piece of fresh meat was almost squeezed into meatloaf.

When the silhouette was scarce, Ye Chen took a step and walked in.

Walking in, Ye Chen discovered that the Dragon Pavilion is a realm of its own, with a radius of ten thousand zhang.

The carved columns and jade in the hall are magnificent, and even the spiritual grass for decoration is out of the ordinary.

“It’s really great generosity!” Ye Chen sighed.

People who came in quickly found their place. The cultivator who came to participate in the auction for the first time had a light of novelty in their eyes. As for the cultivators who came before, they seemed indifferent. a lot of.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Xiong Er took Ye Chen to a corner of the jade stone table. This guy is not welcome. He grabbed the Spirit Fruit on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. While stuffing it, he didn’t forget to stuff a few into his arms.

“Damn, you save me something!” Ye Chen couldn’t help cursing.

“You wear a mask and can’t eat it, I will eat it for you.”

“It’s hard for you.”

I dont know how long it has been, Next to their table, an old man sat down lightly and took a closer look. Isnt it the purple clothed old man in the deserted forest yesterday?

He glanced sideways at the purple clothed old man, Ye Chen couldn’t help being shocked.

Although the cultivation base has been suppressed, the purple clothed old man gave him the feeling that a huge mountain was crushed on top.

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, and the purple clothed old man also turned his head to look at Ye Chen, but a strange color flashed in his eyes.

“The people from Qi Family in Nanjiang are here.” I don’t know who shouted.

At the door, three gray-clothed old men walked in and went straight to the private room on the second floor.

“The Situ Family in Xishu has arrived.”

“Is that the Wang Family in Beichuan? It is here too.”

“Dongyues Shangguan Family.”

Most of the people who came were Cultivation Families, and the battles were not small, attracting the attention of the cultivators in the Tiange.

“Are none of your Xiong Family members coming?” He glanced at the big Aristocratic Family who kept walking in the door, Ye Chen couldn’t help but looked towards Xiong Er.

“Come here!” Xiong Er who was eating Spirit Fruit pointed to a stocky, fat-eared person on one side, “Hey, that’s my second uncle.”

“Your second uncle looks… you look very casual!”

“That must be.”

“Hengyue Sect is here too.” Someone shouted again. sound.

hearing this, Ye Chen and Xiong Er looked at the past one after another. A middle-aged man with a negative sword has stepped into the gate, standing tall and straight, among the dragon walk tiger steps, it is full of swift and decisive spirit.

“This person is from Hengyue Sect? I haven’t seen it.” Ye Chen turned his head and looked towards Xiong Er, “Have you seen it?”

“Inner Sect’s Royal The Peak Master of Sword Peak.” Xiong Er really knew it, and said, “It seems to be called Feng Wuhen.”

“The people from Zhengyang Sect are also here.” As he said, there was another voice from below. Come, it is a gray-haired old man.

“Wu Changqing.” Ye Chen recognized this person at a glance, isn’t it the Zhengyang Sect Law Enforcement Hall Elder? The person who drove him off Zhengyang Sect that day was Wu Changqing.

“Cyan Cloud Sect also sent someone.”

The words fell, an azure clothed old man walked in with a cane, followed by an old woman, and another purple clothed youth.

When Ye Chen looked at it, his eyes narrowed for an instant, especially when he saw the white clothed youth, and cold light appeared in his eyes. The person who abolished his dantian that day was not the purple clothed youth. ?

Ye Chen recognizes him, even when he turns into ashes, it is the True Disciple of Cyan Cloud Sect Ranked 2nd, Lu Zhi.

“this enmity must revenge.” Ye Chen clenched his fists subconsciously.

The people who arrived at Three Sects went up to the second floor one after another, and three people filed in at the door, a gray-haired old man, a middle-aged man in purple robe, and white robed youth.

Seeing it, Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed again. Aren’t these three people who chased Chu Ling’er in the Demonic beast forest that day? Ye Chen never thought that he would meet them here again.

“The man in the Bloodthirsty Palace.” There were many surprises at the scene.

Three Sects of the Great Chu One Hall, the Bloodthirsty Hall dominates the North Chu, is the giant of the genuine, and the Three Sects dare not easily provoke them.

“This is lively.”

“I am afraid it is not that simple to take pictures of my baby.”

Below, on a high platform, an old silhouette He has already gone up, and everyone here calls him Elder Yang Ge.

“You should know the rules here, I won’t talk nonsense.” Old Yang Ge said simply and neatly, “Auction, start.”

Immediately, one person was holding one. Put Spirit Sword onto the stage.

The Spirit Sword is surrounded by purple light, its sharp sword glow is terrifying, and sometimes it makes a clank sound. It is definitely a terrifying killing sword.

“The Ziyang Sword, the reserve price is 50,000 Spirit Stone, and the one with the higher price will get it.” Yang Ge said lightly.

“I am out of fifty-one thousand.” Soon, someone held up the sign.

“Five thousand three.”

“Six thousand.”

Only a dozen interest rates, the price of a Spirit Sword will rise, and As prices continue to rise, this auction has become hot.

“This is too expensive.” When the corner fell, Ye Chen couldn’t help but slap his tongue. The first auction item was so expensive that his Spirit Stones were all sorry.

“Have you never heard of a good start?” Xiong Er said, “The first auction item is lively, and there are cheaper ones in the back.”

“80,000 Spirit Stone.”

“Eighty five thousand and five.”

“Ninety thousand.”

Below, the competition is still fierce. Blushing with a thick neck.

“hundred thousand.” At this moment, a voice came from the second floor, and the bid was Wu Changqing of Zhengyang Sect.

Now, the people below simply died down.

“If no one raises the price, this Ziyang Sect will belong to Zhengyang Sect.” On the high platform, Elder Yang Ge glanced down and saw that no one raised the price, he waved the Ziyang sword back into his sleeve.

Immediately, someone came up from the stage again, holding a small copper furnace in his hand. The small copper furnace was engraved with Dao Mark and burst into light. Although it was only as big as a palm, Revealing the majestic aura.

“Zhiyang Copper Furnace, the reserve price is 30,000, and the auction starts now.”

Soon, it is convenient for someone to bid, and a spirit stone of 10,000 was added.

“Five thousand.”

“Seven thousand.”

“I give out ninety thousand.”

The voices of bidding came one after another , To this small copper furnace holding the expression of ambition.

“This small copper stove is also good.” Ye Chen stroked his chin.

“I want to increase the price.” Xiong Er said.

“No money.”

“When I didn’t say.”

In a blink of an eye, the small copper furnace below has already sold for a high price of 150,000, and Judging from the posture, this 150,000 Spirit Stone is still very difficult to win the small copper furnace.

“160,000, I received Cyan Cloud Sect.” Above, Cyan Cloud Sect Elder’s voice came.

Suddenly, the lower parts died down, leaving the 160,000 Spirit Stones aside, just this huge monster, Cyan Cloud Sect, is not something ordinary people dare to provoke.

“Since there is no price increase, this Azure Dragon is not owned by Cyan Cloud Sect.” Old Yang Ge glanced around for a week and saw that no one was bidding, he swung his sleeves away from the small copper stove.

The next thing he took out was still Spiritual Artifact. It was an Eight Trigrams Mirror. As soon as it was taken out, it scattered hot auras, divine glow shining, stunning eyeballs, revealing The breath of terror fluctuates.

“The reserve price is hundreds thousand, and the auction starts.”

“One hundred thousand.” A purple clothed Taoist below, first bid.

“Zhou Cang, you are so small, but you can’t take this Eight Trigrams Mirror.” On the other side, a white haired old man sneered with a gloomy face.

“I am out of 120,000.” The white haired old man smiled Yin Yin.

Zhou Cangs expression cold, coldly snorted and said, “Ten Thousand Bigger, 130,000.”

“150,000.”

“I made 170,000.”

In the entire Tibetan Dragon Pavilion, there is the sound of two people bidding. The two people seem to have grievances, and the lines are full of coldness and hostility. Even if you are brace oneself, you have to divide the price. High and low.

Sure enough, this dark black market auction was not as calm as it was on the surface, but secretly, these people were fighting.

“200,000.”

“You are ten thousand, 210,000.”

Eight Trigrams Mirror was extremely competitive, and the two earned blushing with a thick neck. The balance was broken until the third person joined, followed by the fourth and fifth.

As the number of competitors continues to increase, the price of the Eight Trigrams Mirror has soared to as much as 300,000.

“Fuck, I just got ready to have a kick?” Xiong Er panting with rage, “It’s really a bunch of beasts to raise the price so high.”

“How do I feel this The auction has nothing to do with the two of us?”

“No money, I’m so embarrassed.”

Below, the auction for Eight Trigrams Mirror has ended, and the one who got it turned out to be A thin old man like a monkey.

Huh.

Huh.

The cultivators who have forged hatred because of Eight Trigrams Mirror are coldly snorted, and their eyes are full of cold light.