"So that's it." Ye Chen nodded clearly.

"Come on, it's starting." The thin old man rubbed his hands, and seemed to be ready to have a big fight.

On the stage, the old man from Netherworld had taken out something.

It was a red fairy sword, which was whirling with a sing. Ancient runes were carved on the sword's tip, and blood stained on the tip of the sword. The sword energy was so strong that it was full of evil spirits, and it was scarlet and creepy.

"Saint King Soldier." A sudden voice suddenly arose, especially the Holy King and the Saint Cultivators, all their eyes were shining. Even the great saints couldn't help but open their eyes, because the red fairy sword was indeed extraordinary.

"It should be cast from the red alchemy, and I don't know how much blood of creatures has been drunk." An old sage pondered.

"The first lot is so extraordinary?"

"What do you know? This is the auction routine. The treasure is the way to get a good start."

"A bunch of ants." The quasi-emperors in the prehistoric world all laughed at each other, without even opening their eyes, and continued to pretend to sleep.

"The Netherworld Continent is a big deal, and the Holy King's Soldiers are also sold." The thin old man said.

"The sword is good, it won't be seen by our Dharma." Ye Chen said, lying on the table boredly. He has the Holy King soldiers, and there are countless great holy soldiers. There are also quasi-emperor soldiers. He looks down on the Holy King soldiers. If you want to talk about the fairy sword, the red fairy sword is ten streets away from his Red Sky Sword.

What he was concerned about was the True Fire and Immortal Gold. He was not very interested in magic weapons. He wanted to be interested in it, at least he would have to be a great holy soldier.

"The fairy sword Chihong, the base price is 10 million. The auction starts now, and the price will be no less than 500,000 yuan each time." The old man from Youming spoke, his words ethereal and echoed infinitely at the auction venue.

"I want this sword, one million."

"One Thousand Three Millions."

"You are two million, one hundred and fifteen million."

As soon as the old man in Netherworld finished speaking, the people present set off a auction craze. In just ten moments, the Red Rainbow Fairy Sword was sold at a high price of 30 million yuan. Such a sky-high price made more than 90% of the Saint Kings and Saints shook their heads helplessly, but they wanted to, but they were short of money.

The competition is still very fierce. A fairy sword was finally sold for a high price of 35 million.

The sword-grabbinger is a great saint, who hides well, and has attracted the jealousy of all the patrons from all over the world. Many people have secretly murderous intentions.

The old man from Netherworld had already collected the Red Rainbow Fairy Sword and gently flicked his sleeves. The second sword item was hanging in the air. It was a divine bead with silver rays and a dragon breath lingering. Listen carefully, and there was a powerful dragon roar. Looking closely, you could see a little dragon circling in the divine bead.

"Long Yuan?" Someone said in surprise.

"It's not Long Yuan, it's just contaminated with dragon blood." An older generation said slowly.

"It must be the secret treasure for strengthening the foundation and practicing the essence, and it is worth taking action."

"Call me when it's true fire." Ye Chen glanced at the divine bead, then buried his head and lay on the table, and fell asleep. He didn't even look down on the Red Rainbow Fairy Sword, let alone this half-baked divine bead. There is a carriage in his storage bag for this divine bead?

The thin old man stared at the silver divine bead with his hands in his arms. Ye Chen didn't like it, but he could see it. He could still see the mystery of the divine bead.

“Eight million.”

"You are five million or three million, and you have a lot of things to add."

"Five million."

"You're awesome."

The auction venue was very lively, not only the sound of shouting, but also the howling of cursing. Although they were covered in black robe, if they were exposed, they would mostly have blushed faces and thick necks.

The auction of the silver god beads comes and goes quickly. Its level is not as high as the Red Rainbow Immortal Sword. The price of the auction will not be higher. It is only 15 million and was photographed by a saint. For this reason, the saint was ruined.

"Silent." The old man from Youming said lightly and took the third lot.

This time, it was a Bagua Panel, nothing surprising, not even a ray of fairy light, the only highlight was that the yin energy was very heavy.

The photographers from the audience narrowed their eyes slightly, sweeping up and down, and then looked at them.

"I like this baby." The thin old man smiled.

Ye Chen, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by his words, raised his head slightly, glanced at the Bagua Plate, and then fell back on the table. He could see what it was. It could be called a treasure, but not everyone could use it. Only those who like to dig out the ancestral graves of people. The so-called search for the Jin Ding Cave is the ability of the Bagua Plate.

"What is this!" someone asked in confusion.

"You are blind! You have a gossip plate, what do you need to ask?"

"Hey, do you want to fight?"

"I'm afraid you won't?"

There was a riot in the auction venue, and this was an explosives factory. Any Mars could lead to war.

"The price is three million yuan, and the shooting is started now." Old Man Youming said indifferently.

The noise stopped, but the photographers on the scene looked around and had no intention of bidding. A Bagua plate that searched for the Jin Ding Cave was actually a useless magic weapon, not an expert in digging graves. Who wants this thing?

"Three million and one hundred thousand." Seeing that no one bid, the thin old man held up the sign high and broke the tranquility with one word.

This guy was determined to win the gossip plate. Ye Chen, who was listening, couldn't help but raise his head and glanced at the thin old man meaningfully. He didn't have to ask, so he knew that this old man often went to other people's ancestral graves to bid for this gossip plate, mostly looking for graves, and then, to buy some treasures.

The thin old man offered the price, which caused a chain reaction, and followed up one by one, forcing the price to rise. I don’t know if it really wanted it or started making a fuss.

"Bancare, there must be a childcare." The thin old man cursed, "I don't want to say anything, but I don't want it. As soon as I bid, I jumped out all the time."

"Did you participate in the auction on the first day?" Ye Chen smiled, not even raising his head.

"Routines are all routines." The thin old man's face turned dark. He was old and there was no child care at the auction. Who would believe it if it was reported.

"Five million."

"I have given out six million, and I like this Bagua Plate very much."

"What do I still like? Seven million."

"Hey." The thin old man rolled up his sleeves and howled his domineering aside, "Eight million."

OK! All the people present said this, not because they were missing the eight million, but because they couldn't make any mistakes.

The thin old man got what he wanted, but his forehead was running black and his cannibalistic eyes glanced at the ones he had bid for before, and he had already decided that they were child caregivers, which caused him to pay an extra five million.

The auction continued, and the items were taken out one by one, and there were many magic tools, pills, and secret scrolls, which pushed the auction to climax after another. Because of the battle for treasure, the scene was once out of control. If it weren't for the old man in the Netherworld, the auction would have been a scene of group fights.

However, the Nether Palace is indeed bold and the treasures auctioned are indeed extraordinary. Otherwise, the auctioneers would not have been angry.

During this period, Ye Chen opened his eyes more than once to look at the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric emperors. They were all leisurely. They had never taken the self-auction until now. It seemed that they were just waiting for the immortal immortal gold.

One lot is removed and the other lot is taken out.

Eh?

As soon as the lot was taken out, Ye Chen, who was lying on the table, raised his head and looked at the lot from afar. It was a small gourd, a small purple-gold gourd, full of brilliance, which was very extraordinary.

Ye Chen looked and found a small gourd in his arms, which was also purple-gold, exactly the same as the purple-gold gourd that was about to be auctioned. If he was to say that his purple-gold gourd is quite old, he got from the Wanbao Pavilion of Hengyue Sect back then. It was indeed a secret treasure that could identify the hidden restrictions in the treasure. In the past, he had many opportunities because of the purple-gold gourd.

"It's so fresh." Ye Chen murmured, and could clearly feel the little purple gold gourd in his hand trembled slightly, as if he had found a relative.

"These two are not twins, right?" The thin old man touched his chin, looked at the little gourd on the stage, and then looked at the one in Ye Chen's hand. These two gourds were the same in both appearance and origin. It was obvious that they came from the same place. Maybe they were really a mother.

"How do I feel, one male and one female?" Ye Chen said meaningfully.

"They got together and could not guarantee that they could have a small one." The thin old man also said earnestly.

"The price is three million yuan, starting from the auction." The old man Youming looked indifferent and still so straightforward.

"Five million." What surprised Ye Chen was that the first person to bid was the quasi-emperor of the Taotie clan. The guy was sitting firmly on Mount Tai. He had never participated in any auction since the auction. At this moment, he was so anxious that he probably saw that the little purple gold gourd was not an extraordinary product.

"Eight million." The second bid was the prehistoric clan, who was the quasi-emperor of the Yawu clan. After calling for the price, he still glanced at the quasi-emperor of the Yawu clan. Under his black robe, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was very interesting.

As he smiled, his smile came to an abrupt end, because someone raised the price again, and it was still the prehistoric clan, the quasi-emperor of the Qiongqi clan, which was obviously a slap in the face.

Ye Chen was so excited that he wanted to laugh. These three quasi-emperors of the prehistoric clan came from all over the world to settle the score. They didn't find anyone, but started working at the auction first. However, all the three quasi-emperors of the prehistoric clan took action, which further proved that the small capital gourd was indeed a treasure.

"Five million."

"You are three million, one hundred and eighteen million."

"Twenty million."

"Two five million." Qiongqi quasi-emperor increased the price. Or it was the prehistoric clan, but he was domineering. He added five million in one breath to kill a large number of bidders. Even Taotie quasi-emperor and Taotie quasi-emperor, the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emper

"What, I won't add it?" Qiongqi's quasi-emperor smiled.

"Since I want it so much, it's yours." Taotie and Jue Wu both sneered, and fell into a false sleep.

"But there is also an increase in price." Old Man Nether Scandal to see below.

"Add, I'll add five million, and 30 million Yuanshi." Ye Chen's words were plain and simple, but attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Thirty million?" The thin old man swallowed a mouthful of water secretly and subconsciously swept Ye Chen up and down, but he didn't know that there was a rich man sitting beside him, and he kept silent for 30 million. Unfortunately, with his vision, he couldn't see through Ye Chen's true appearance. If Ye Chen lifted his black robe, he didn't know if he would be scared to tears.
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