"It's actually like this!" The old monk from the Sun True Palace piled up the loose folds, and then asked again: "It turns out that fellow Taoist is the land of North Han Ming. I think the thief just pretended to be a fake one, but since he pretended to be a fellow Taoist's name, he thought he had an association with fellow Taoist, but he didn't know whether fellow Taoist knew his identity."

Han Ming glanced at the position where Chifeng Lust had teleported away, suppressed the depression in his heart, and then shrugged slightly, "Han had already said just now, and he didn't know the thief. He just took action when he saw him pretending to be Han doing something wrong, and he was indignant!"

"Okay, since the thief has escaped, it's not easy for Han to disturb the auction, so I'm going back!" Han Ming bowed slightly, and under the attention of thousands of monks, he jumped back to his seat.

Han Ming said he didn't know the thief who robbed the auction. The old monk of the Sun True Palace didn't believe it at all, but he was helpless. Han Ming had just taken action to help the Sun True Palace. People didn't want to say it, and he had no choice. This North Korean Ming was not an early cultivator, so he could let him control it.

North Korean Ming defeated the enemy with one move and severely damaged a great monk. This strength is enough for him to get the respect he deserves. To such a person, let alone the Sun True Palace, the Demon Sect, the Nightmare Sect, the Royal Family of Zhao State, or the few most powerful sects left on the righteous path, they must try their best to get along with each other and will not get into evil unless they have to.

It would be very troublesome to go crazy with beings like Han Ming and the Seventh Uncle of Yue Kingdom. Ordinary sects cannot resist it. Under normal circumstances, they are afraid that only those old guys who have long known where they have been wandering around can take down such people.

Han Ming sat back on the stone chair, and many monks around him took the initiative to smile friendly, clearly because he wanted to make friends.

Han Ming responded politely, then sat on the wide stone chair, holding Concubine Wei's little hand with one hand and tapping the armrest of the stone chair with the other. His face was a little thoughtful, and he no longer paid attention to the monks around him, looking like he was wandering around.

"This is not like you. I used to be low-key and unfair, and I was not at ease. How could I take the initiative to show off just now!" Concubine Wei leaned on Han Ming and asked with a smile.

She was in a good mood. Her husband was so strong that she was respectful to many Nascent Soul stages, and she was also honored.

"This is not a matter of no business. That thief used my name to rob the auction. If I don't go out to explain and take the initiative to clarify, I'm afraid that the auction will not end yet and I will be wanted!" Han Ming explained with a smile.

"What are you afraid of? You are my husband. Now that you have returned to Middle Earth, you are from the Nightmare Demon Sect. What can the people from the Sun Realm Palace do to you? And it was not yours. The monks from the Sun Realm Palace are not fools. They believe whatever the thief said? They lived several hundred years older, and no one is a human spirit or a three-year-old doll!" Concubine Wei curled her lips and didn't care.

Han Ming just shook his head silently: "Of course I'm not worried about my own safety, but if I don't explain it, it will definitely cause some trouble. Although it's not a big deal, it will be more annoying when there are too many trivial matters."

As soon as Concubine Wei pouted, she was about to say something, but was interrupted by Han Ming, pointing to the auction in front of her, and smiled and said, "I won't say this anymore, continue to watch the auction, but I don't know what price this titant should be auctioned for if the thief is disturbed!"

When Concubine Wei heard this, she didn't ask any more questions. She also looked at the auction stand not far away, with a curious look on her face, but she didn't know how to auction the reverse star talisman. She would definitely count the bid of 10 million yuan. She was afraid that she would not admit the previous offer from the female cultivator of the strange robe.

Several monks from the Sun True Palace were so angry that they didn't know how they would have made them look like this. One of the two items that add to the stars in the reverse star talisman was missing, and the previous auction price was indeed impossible to count.

Several monks from the Sun Palace gathered together to discuss a few words. First, they sent someone to search for the ring auction site for hundreds of miles to find the escaped Chifeng**. Although they knew it was impossible to catch up! Secondly, they decided to continue the auction, but the bidding for the inverse star talisman was not counted before, but started from the lowest price and went to the auction again.

Without the disturbance of the strange monks, the bidding will no longer be chaotic. When the price reached more than 4.5 million, only the Sha Demon Sect and the Yipao Pavilion were left to compete. However, in the end, the Yipao Pavilion prepared more and more, and bought the Inverse Star Talisman for seven million spirit stones, with two sky-blue stones.

Compared with the ten items of the Seventh Uncle of Zhao State, the next auction was a bit dull. Although the auctioned treasures can make the Nascent Soul stage excited, it is not worth mentioning for Han Ming.

Han Ming lay on the stone chair and never offered the price again. He just looked down at the auction venue, frowned slightly, and looked thoughtful on his face.

Han Ming really didn't expect that the Black Bone Body had taken action but the Chi Feng** was not dead and was still alive. With the current cultivation level of the great monk, although the cultivation level of this great monk may not be able to catch up with the strength of its ninth-level demon body before.

At the same time, Han Ming was quite puzzled. Why did the Chifeng Lust Master snatch a piece of the burnt spiritual incense? Even if it was the fragrant head of Chuanjiexiang, it was completely useless and could not be used to transmit information in the distance.

Han Ming was a little worried. Chifeng Lust was not stupid. On the contrary, he was an old guy who had lived for tens of thousands of years. He was very slippery and would not struggle to grab a useless thing. The incense head must have any extremely important use!

Han Ming vaguely felt that the Chifeng Lun Master was planning something shocking conspiracy.

After thinking for a while, Han Ming could not think of what Chifeng Lust was thinking. He had no choice but to shake his head and throw this aside. The power of the Demon Dragon Blade was slashed just now. Although Chifeng Lust was not dead, it was almost done. His soul was swallowed up for half. It would take at least a hundred years to recover. Even if there was any conspiracy, he would probably not be able to perform it in a short period of time!

Han Ming was distracted and one lot after another was traded. He soon traded hundreds of treasures, including as low as tens of thousands of spirit stones, as well as precious things as high as one million spirit stones.

The auction came to an end soon. After the last piece of Fire Spirit Jade was traded for 320,000 spirit stones, Huan Ji on the stone platform finally announced that the auction had reached its final stage.

With a wave of his hand, two items appeared on the stone platform in front of him, both covered by red satin, one big and one small, the big one was as big as a house, but the small one was only the size of a palm.

"This is the two finale of this auction. First, this golden soul-destroying talisman." Huanji slowly untie the red silk and pointed to a golden human skin talisman in the jade plate.

As soon as Huan Ji said this, the Nascent Soul cultivators around him stared at the golden talismans in the jade plate, their faces filled with shock. Beyond the shock, there was heat and excitement.

"I think all the seniors know the power of this talisman. It is rumored that it is the heart-blooded spiritual talisman of the Dongsha clan of the ancient sin clan. Its power is unimaginable. This talisman can be used three times in total. I think all the seniors know the object of the first talisman is Senior Tianju who died more than a hundred years ago. The second time the object of the project was Kunyu Sanren, who is also a famous existence. He is only one step away from entering the level of a great monk!" Huanji solemnly held the talisman in his hand and explained softly, but the voice spread throughout the auction venue.

A scholar in purple robe who had never worn a mask stood up and shouted in a deep voice: "What? What did you say? Kunyu Sanrenda has not been born in decades. It turns out that he was cursed by this talisman. Is he still alive? Or is he already dead! Who is the owner of this talisman? Who gave this talisman to you for auction? Sun Zhen Palace is really brave. He dares to auction this item, and is not afraid that Tianzhengzong people come to you, or that the people who know Kunyu Sanren will retaliate against you!"

This purple-robed scholar is an old monster in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage. Han Ming was focusing on it before. He had been playing with the two little maids beside him. Apart from auctioning a few precious items and speaking a few words, he never spoke. However, he didn't expect that his mood fluctuations were so great at this time, so he directly asked questions!

When Huanji saw the scholar of purple robe, she bowed slightly and paid a visit. Then she quickly explained: "It turns out that he is Senior Xilong. Senior really values ​​love and friendship. Although it has been a hundred years, she still remembers Senior Tianju! However, Senior Xilong does not need to be angry. The culprit who cursed Senior Tianju has been killed! The culprit was killed by the current master of the Soul Destroying Talisman. After that, this senior cursed and killed the evil Kunyu cultivator, and then used the last opportunity to auction it!"

"The culprit is dead?" A purple-robed scholar looked surprised on his face when he heard this, but then he asked in a deep voice: "Who is the man who cursed the killing of Tianju, what an identity!" Although the coldness in the words of the purple-robed monk still existed, it was much better than before.

The old cultivator from the Sun True Palace walked to the stone platform, looked at the purple-robed scholar, and spoke righteously: "Old guy from Xilong, this is an auction. Since this sect has been held, it will naturally abide by the rules that have always been done, and the information of the entrusted person will not be leaked. This sect has already promised that fellow Taoist, and will never say a word, at least not here!"

When the scholar of the purple robe saw that the great monk in the Sun Zhen Palace came out, he frowned and thought for a while, hesitated for a moment before nodding: "I believe you once. When the auction is over, I will definitely ask you for an explanation!"

After saying that, the purple-robed scholar sat in his seat.
Chapter completed!