Chapter Forty-Eighth

When the two went downstairs, they found that the street was full of people, and without exception, they were all heading towards the center of the Nether Black Market.

"This scene is not ordinary!" Ye Chen said, putting on the ghost mask again.

"These are Yirong Pills and Voice-changing Pills, swallow one." Xiong Er took two pills from his crotch and handed them to Ye Chen, "It can change a person's appearance and voice, so be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years."

Ye Chen wanted to take it, but remembering that Xiong Er was taken out of his crotch, he coughed dryly, "You keep it for use! I'd better wear a mask!"

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

"You don't need to pull it." Xiong Er was faceless and didn't care about Ye Chen's disdainful eyes, and directly swallowed the voice-changing pill and Yirong pill.

"Why is your storage bag in your crotch."

"Safety."

Near the center of the nether black market, there is an attic, soaring into the clouds and majestic.

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

At this moment, looking down from the sky, people from all over the world have gathered, each of them is not simple, and their actions are relatively low-key.

In a short time, there was already a sea of ​​people in front of the hidden dragon pavilion.

"Why don't you open the door yet?" Some people were already waiting impatiently.

"It's not time yet, what's the hurry?"

"I don't know what will be auctioned at Tianxuanmen this time."

"The auction hosted by Tianxuanmen is really extraordinary." Behind the crowd, Ye Chen couldn't help sighing to himself.

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

As soon as the door opened, an old man in black with a green dragon stick stepped in first.

"Who is this person! It's too big!"

"You don't even know this, that's the old man from Montenegro, who dominates one side!"

"I'm blind."

After the old man of Montenegro, several old men filed in.

Immediately afterwards, the flow of people poured in one after another, rushing into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

"Let's go." Xiong Er also squeezed in with the crowd, and his little fresh meat was almost squeezed into patties.

When there were few people, Ye Chen took a step and walked in.

Walking in, Ye Chen realized that the Hidden Dragon Pavilion was a world of its own, with a radius of 10,000 feet.

The hall is carved with jade, and the divine flowers are flying, and even the decorative spirit grass and spirit flowers are very extraordinary.

"What a big deal!" Ye Chen sighed.

Those who came in quickly found their positions. The monks who came to participate in the auction for the first time mostly had novel light in their eyes. As for the monks who had come before, they seemed a lot more indifferent.

"That's it, that's it." Er Xiong pulled Ye Chen to a corner jade table. This fellow was rude, grabbed the spiritual 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 it, you leave me some!" Ye Chen couldn't help cursing.

"You're wearing a mask and you can't eat it. I'll eat it for you."

"Damn you."

I don't know how long it took, an old man sat down beside their table, looked carefully, wasn't it the old man in purple who appeared in the deserted forest yesterday?

Glancing sideways at the old man in purple, Ye Chen couldn't help but be startled.

Although the cultivation base is suppressed,

But the old man in purple gave him the feeling that a giant mountain was pressing down on the top.

Ye Chen retracted his gaze, and the old man in purple also looked sideways at Ye Chen, but there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"People from the Qi family in the southern border are here." Someone 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 also arrived."

"Is that the Wang family from Beichuan? They came too."

"Shangguan's family in Dongyue."

Most of the people who came were from cultivating families, and the battle was not small, which attracted the attention of all the monks in the Tiange.

"Is there no one in your Xiong family?" Glancing at the big family who kept walking in at the door, Ye Chen couldn't help but look at Xiong Er.

"Come on!" Xiong Er, who was nibbling on the spiritual fruit, pointed to a stocky, fat-headed man on the other side, "Here, that's my second uncle."

"Your second uncle looks... pretty casual!"

"That is required."

"Hengyuezong has also come." Someone shouted again.

Hearing this, Ye Chen and Xiong Er looked at each other, and a middle-aged man with a sword had already stepped into the door.

"This person is from Hengyuezong? Why haven't you seen it before?" Ye Chen turned to look at Xiong Er, "Have you seen it?"

"The peak master of Yujian Peak of the inner door." Xiong Er really recognized it and said, "It seems to be called Feng Wuhen."

"The people from the Zhengyang Sect have also arrived." Just as he was talking, there was another voice coming from below, it was a gray-haired old man.

"Wu Changqing." Ye Chen recognized this person at a glance, isn't he the elder of the Zhengyang Sect's Law Enforcement Hall? It was Wu Changqing who drove him out of Zhengyangzong that day.

"Qingyunzong also sent someone here."

When the words fell, an old man in blue walked in with a cane, followed by an old woman and a young man in purple.

When Ye Chen looked at it, his eyes narrowed for a moment, especially when he saw the young man in white, there was a cold light in his eyes, wasn't the person who abolished his dantian that day the young man in purple?

Ye Chen knew him, even if he turned into ashes. That was the second true disciple of the Nine True Inheritances of Qingyun Sect, Lu Zhi.

"This revenge will be avenged." Ye Chen clenched his fist subconsciously.

The people who waited for the three sects went up to the second floor one after another, and three more people filed in at the door, a gray-haired old man, a middle-aged man in purple robe, and a young man in white robe.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed again. Aren't these three people who chased and killed Chu Linger in the Monster Beast Forest that day? Ye Chen never thought that he would meet them here again.

"People from the Bloodthirsty Hall." There were many voices of surprise at the scene.

There are three sects in the first hall of the Great Chu, and the bloodthirsty hall dominates the Northern Chu.

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"I'm afraid it's not that easy to take pictures of babies."

Below, on a high platform, an old figure has walked up, and everyone here calls him the old man of Yangge.

"You should know the rules here, so I won't talk nonsense." The old man Yang Ge said neatly, "Auction, start."

Immediately, someone walked onto the stage holding a spirit sword.

The spirit sword lingered with purple light all over its body, the sharp sword light was terrifying, and it would make a clanking sound from time to time. It was definitely a terrifying killing sword.

"Ziyang Sword, the base price is 50,000 Spirit Stones, and the person with the highest price will get it." The old Yangge said lightly.

"I'll pay 51,000." Soon, someone held up a sign.

"Five thousand and three."

"Sixty thousand."

In just a dozen breaths, the price of a spirit sword rose, and as the price continued to increase, the auction became hot.

"This is too expensive." When the corner fell, Ye Chen couldn't help but stammered. The price of the first auction item was so high that he was embarrassed to shoot it.

"Haven't you heard of a good start?" Xiong Er said, "The first auction item is a lively one, and there are cheaper ones later."

"Eighty thousand spirit stones."

"Eighty-five thousand."

"Nine thousand."

Below, the competition was still fierce. In order to get the Ziyang Sword, they raised their prices desperately one by one, roaring with blushes and thick necks.

"One hundred thousand." At this moment, a voice came from the second floor, and the bidder was Wu Changqing of Zhengyang Sect.

This time, the people below simply died down.

"If no one raises the price, this Ziyang Sword belongs to the Zhengyang Sect." On the high platform, Yang Ge glanced down, and seeing that no one raised the price, he waved the Ziyang Sword back into his sleeve.

Immediately, someone from the audience came up, holding a small copper stove in his hand. The small copper stove was engraved with Dao patterns and bloomed with glory. Although it was only as big as a slap, it revealed a majestic aura. .ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

"Zhiyang Copper Furnace, the reserve price is 30,000, and the auction is now on."

Soon, it was convenient for someone to bid, and he added 10,000 Spirit Stones quite boldly.

"fifty thousand."

"Seven thousand."

"I'll pay 90,000."

The voices of bidding come and go one after another, with a look of determination to this small copper stove.

"This small copper stove is also good." Ye Chen touched his chin.

"If you want, increase the price." Xiong Er said.

"No money."

"forget it."

In a blink of an eye, the small copper stove below had already sold for a high price of 150,000 yuan, and looking at the posture, it was difficult to win the small copper stove with these 150,000 spirit stones.

"160,000, my Qingyunzong has accepted it." Above, came the voice of the Qingyunzong elder.

Immediately, the flag down below died down, leaving aside the 160,000 spirit stones, just this behemoth of the Qingyun Sect is not something that ordinary people dare to provoke.

"Since no one has raised the price, this Qinglong belongs to the Qingyun Sect." Yang Ge glanced around for a week and saw that there was no bid, so he waved his sleeves and took the small copper furnace.

The next thing he took out was still a spiritual tool. It was a gossip mirror. As soon as it was taken out, it radiated a scorching aura. The divine light shone, eye-catching, and a terrifying aura fluctuated.

"The reserve price is 100,000, and the auction will start."

"110,000." A purple clothed Taoist below made the first bid.

"Zhou Cang, you are so petty, but you can't take this gossip mirror." On the other side, a gloomy white-haired old man sneered.

"I'll pay 120,000." The white-haired old man smiled yinly.

Zhou Cang's expression turned cold, and he snorted coldly, "You are 10,000, 130,000."

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

"I'll pay 170,000."

The entire Hidden Dragon Pavilion was filled with the sound of two people bidding for the auction. The two seemed to have a grudge for a long time, and the words were full of coldness and hostility.

Sure enough, this Nether Black Market Auction is not as calm as it seems on the surface, but in the dark, these people are fighting.

"Twenty thousand."

"You are 10,000, 210,000."

The competition in the Bagua Mirror was extremely fierce. The two of them were blushing and thick necks. The balance was broken until the third person joined, followed by the fourth person and the fifth person.

With the increasing number of competitors, the price of this gossip mirror has soared to as much as 300,000.

"Nima, was I just about to step in?" Xiong Er angrily, "Raising the price so high is a bunch of beasts."

"Why do I feel that this auction has nothing to do with us?"

"I don't have any money, I'm so embarrassed."

Below, the auction of the Bagua Mirror has ended, and the one who got it turned out to be a skinny old man like a monkey.

Humph.

Humph.

Those cultivators who had formed grudges because of the gossip mirror snorted, their eyes filled with cold light.