Chapter 1199: Son of the Ghost Emperor
Auction Pavilion, an attic in the center of Tianfu Shenchao City.
This attic is very majestic, overflowing with fairy light, and it forms a large world inside, which can hold a hundred thousand people.
When Ye Chen came in, the auction hall was already full.
After a hasty glance, Ye Chen couldn't help sighing, the people who secretly came to participate in the auction were not ordinary people, there were many quasi-sages among them, and many monks who were backed by powerful forces.
"Boy, this way." From a corner, Old Taoist Yan spoke.
Ye Chen closed his eyes and went straight to that corner. Old Taoist Yan was quite loyal and gave him a seat.
Just as Ye Chen sat down, Old Taoist Yan moved closer, his nose twitched, and he sniffed Ye Chen back and forth. Those who didn't know thought he was a dog? Those who didn't know thought Ye Chen was a piece of shit?
"Are you sick!" Ye Chen cursed.
"I heard that you went shopping in the kiln last night?" Old Taoist Yan said, not forgetting to wink at Ye Chen.
"Who did you hear that from?"
"The old man figured it out, and you did go to the kiln." Yan Lao said with a virtuous and earnest expression, "I'm not an old man, but I'm telling you, it's not good to go to that place too much."
"The old man figured it out, you probably went to eat shit last night." Ye Chen also spoke earnestly.
"It doesn't taste very good." Yan Chixia said, picking her teeth.
"I see."
"These two guys..." Listening to the conversation between the two, the people sitting around them cast meaningful glances, and they especially valued the one who ate shit last night.
"Did you see that, that is Patriarch Huatian." Under Sifang's strange eyes, Old Yan pointed to not far away.
Hearing this, Ye Chen sat upright, followed the direction pointed by Old Taoist Yan, and his gaze fell on a man in a black robe.
"He concealed his appearance, and you can recognize it?" Ye Chen looked at Old Yan with disbelief.
"You underestimated me, didn't you?" Old Taoist Yan took out the wine gourd, "Old Taoist, I have subdued demons and slain demons for nearly a thousand years, and I still have some skills. Let alone wearing a black robe, even if he turns into a pile of shit, I will still recognize him."
"You have always had a relationship with shit." Ye Chen said, and looked at the ancestor Huatian again. It was a quasi-sage, and he was not an ordinary quasi-sage. In terms of strength, he was not much weaker than Fatong.
"People from the Ghost Emperor Sect." When Ye Chen was watching, someone let out a cry of surprise.
"Ghost Emperor Sect." Ye Chen murmured, and followed him to look. A blood-haired young man walked in at the entrance. His whole body was radiant, making people afraid to look directly at him. There were two horns on the top of his head. Non-human monks, the young man was followed by two old men, both quasi-sages.
"What a domineering bloodline." Ye Chen stared at the blood-haired young man with horns, "It's even more domineering than Hua Tiandu."
"That's the god son of the Ghost Emperor Sect." Yan Laodao said, "As you can see, they are not human monks. They are actually a kind of evil beast called Liao. It is rumored that their ancestors are wild beasts. , its bloodline is not ordinary domineering, it is comparable to the Eucharist."
"Liao, Qiongqi." Ye Chen sighed, he had never heard of Liao, but Qiongqi's name was like a thunderbolt, it was a prehistoric beast on the shoulders of Taotie, and its blood was not weaker than that of the phoenix.
"Even the Ghost Emperor Sect has come." There were still discussions below.
"The front is the Lingxiao Palace, and the back is the Ghost Emperor Sect. It seems that we have nothing to do with this auction."
"It's nothing to do with us."
"interesting.
"Ghost Emperor Shenzi smiled faintly, and went straight up to the third floor, with a playful smile on his lips, and he did not forget to glance at Tianfu Shenchao and the private room of Lingxiao Palace, his eyes were full of contempt.
"Break through earlier than me." Looking at the Ghost Emperor God Son, Hua Tian's eyes were full of gloom.
"The goddess must have seen the strength of the ghost emperor and the son of God." In the private room of Lingxiao Palace, the old woman in black looked at Fairy Bibo, "Fighting alone, the goddess is no match, let alone a one-on-two."
"It's up to people." Fairy Bibo whispered softly, her expression calm, and her eyes were looking at Ye Chen below.
"When will the fairy see me?" Ye Chen said via voice transmission.
"In a while."
"Understood." Ye Chen smiled slightly.
"Boy, if you want the baby you want, don't rush for everything." Yan Laodao poked Ye Chen.
"I understand this." Ye Chen picked his ears. Participating in the auction is the most taboo to offend enemies, and the easiest to offend enemies. Even the quasi-sage dare not show his true face, let alone him, or maybe only Lingxiaogong The two behemoths, Guihuangzong and Guihuangzong, dared to walk in openly.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
"Quiet." Amidst the din, an ethereal voice sounded.
As soon as these words came out, the bustling auction hall fell silent instantly, and all eyes gathered towards the frontmost high platform without exception.
On the high platform, a white-haired old man has already walked up. He is a quasi-sage with a fairy demeanor and a graceful temperament. Compared with some evil people, he is more like a kind and gentle grandfather.
This person is the elder of the Tianfu God Dynasty, and the name of Wanggu Xing is Changshan Daoist.
"As in previous years, don't cause trouble." Master Changshan smiled gently.
"Everyone knows the rules."
"That's it, the auction begins." Master Changshan said, and he took out a red killing sword with a flick of his hand, and suspended it in mid-air.
"What a handsome sword." There were exclamations from below, but they were all monks in the imperial realm, and the quasi-sages were all closing their eyes and resting their minds.
"The emperor's magic weapon, Chiyan, is made of Chixuan gold outside the sky. The reserve price is 300,000 yuan. The auction starts now."
"Three hundred and fifty thousand."
"I will offer 400,000 Origin Stones."
"Five hundred thousand, I'll take it."
Daoist Changshan just landed, and it was convenient for someone to bid. Once someone bids, there will be a chain reaction, screaming one after another, the scene is very lively, and the smell of gunpowder is strong. There is a posture to do it on the spot.
In the end, Wang Gu Xing's first lot was auctioned off at a price of one million, causing a burst of embarrassment below.
"Emperor Realm's sword can cost one million." In the corner, Old Taoist Yan grinned with his hands in his hands.
"That divine sword is not ordinary." Ye Chen said leisurely.
"That's true."
"The Canglong God Bead, once dipped in Canglong's blood, has a base price of 300,000 yuan, and the auction starts now." On the high platform, Master Changshan spoke again, and there was also a purple spirit bead in his hand, shining with celestial light.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand."
"500,000 Origin Stones, I'll take it."
"You want to receive the Canglong Divine Orb for 500,000? I'll offer 600,000."
"I said, where are you going?" When the auction was hot, Old Taoist Yan looked at Ye Chen who had already got up in astonishment. A genius remembers 噺バ一Chinese in a second m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/
"Piss." Ye Chen replied casually.
"Why don't you suffocate you to death?" Yan Laodao said, and then set his sights on the high platform, watching the auction with relish.
Ye Chen had already walked out, but he didn't want to pee, but Fairy Bibo sent him to the private room on the third floor.
Xu was that everyone's eyes were on the auction, and no one noticed him.
Um?
Just as he was about to go up to the third floor, Ye Chen couldn't help but glanced at the side of the auction pavilion, his eyes fixed on a figure in the crowd.
It was a scholar, bookish all over, seemingly powerless, although the auction was fierce, but he was calm, sipping tea leisurely, and was indifferent to the Canglong Divine Orb.
Dress up as a man!
Ye Chen murmured, seeing that the scholar was not a male cultivator, and found a trace of familiarity from the scholar who was disguised as a man.
who is it!
Talking to himself again, Ye Chen turned around and went up the cloud steps leading to the third floor.
I underestimated you!
Just as Ye Chen went upstairs, the scholar who was disguised as a man in the distance tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his lips.