Chapter 53 Tiangang Stick Formation

In the early morning, the warm sunshine filled the entire nether black market.

A new day of auction started, and people walked out of every attic, and people came from all directions, heading for the hidden dragon pavilion in the center.

"Do you want it?" Before going out, Xiong Er took out a voice-changing pill and Yi Rong pill from his crotch and handed it to Ye Chen.

Glancing at Xiong Er's crotch, Ye Chen coughed dryly, "You can eat it!"

Saying that, he took out a wolf-head mask from the storage bag and put it on his face. He wanted to eat the pills that Xiong Er took out of his crotch.

"Don't eat and pull it down." Xiong Er disapproved and stuffed two pills into his mouth.

Soon, his appearance changed greatly, becoming a plump old man with a small moustache under his jaw, but he was a little lower, and he didn't look like an old man at first glance.

With the flow of people, the two came to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion again.

It is still the most corner place, the two people sit down and eat, while not forgetting to look at the door of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

People from the major families in Da Chu filed in, and they did not give in to each other, especially the families who were known to have grievances and grievances.

The people from the three sects arrived later, and the Bloodthirsty Hall was still the finale.

When Ye Chen saw Wu Changqing, his old face was so gloomy that it couldn't be more gloomy. He lost his face yesterday and became the biggest laughing stock here. After letting him go back, he became furious and threatened to kill Ye Chen alive.

"Don't be arrogant, I won't let you bleed again today." Glancing at Wu Changqing, Ye Chen couldn't help but sneer.

"You have to be honest today." On the side, Xiong Er said hesitantly while stuffing something in his mouth, "Be careful that the boat overturns in the gutter, then Wu Changqing is not easy to provoke."

"know."

The figures are activated, and everyone is in place.

All eyes were on the high platform in front.

Yesterday's auctions were all spiritual tools, and today's auctions were mysterious arts.

"I don't know if I will be able to photograph a secret technique this time." The auction hasn't really started yet, and the convenience has been discussed.

"I heard that the mysterious arts in this auction are all extraordinary!"

"What's the matter with extraordinary, we don't have a share."

In the midst of the discussion, Mr. Yangge, who presided over the auction, had already stepped onto the high platform, looked around at the bottom, and said, "Auction, start."

When the words fell, he had already turned his hand and took out an ancient scroll, which made his eyes instantly brighten.

"One yang finger." The old man of Yangge suspended the ancient scroll in mid-air, and he did not forget to introduce this mysterious technique, "Refining to the true qi of yang and gathering one finger means one yang, and fellow Daoists with fire attributes may consider it. Auction." Genius One Second Remember 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

"The reserve price is 50,000, and the auction starts now."

"Sixty thousand." As soon as Yangge's old words fell, someone below held a sign.

"My Qi family offers 200,000 yuan." The second bidder was a grey-clothed elder from the Qi family in Nanjiang.

This fellow is arrogant and indomitable, lying leisurely on the seat, his expression is even more playful and playful, he raised the price of 140,000 spirit stones in one breath, so that the person who was about to bid, consciously sat back to his original position, This includes Xiong Er.

"Your grandma's, I still want to participate?" Xiong Er cursed endlessly.

"Cultivation families are rich and powerful.

"Ye Chen on the side was full of sighs.

"210,000." Someone raised the price below, and the bidder was a beautiful middle-aged woman in a red robe from the Beichuan Wang family.

From the same family, the Wang family is not weaker than the Qi family. In a certain sense, it is one point stronger than the Qi family. The middle-aged beautiful woman also seemed to see the extraordinaryness of the yang finger, and did not want to give it to the Qi family easily.噺⒏⑴The fastest full text of 祌文んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/

"250,000." After the Wang family, the Situ family in Xishu also participated and raised the price by 40,000 in one go.

"300,000." Dongyue's Shangguan family pushed the auction of Yiyangzhi to a climax.

"Three hundred thousand."

"Three hundred and fifty thousand."

The major cultivators in Da Chu made bids one after another. In less than a minute, the price of this Yang Finger reached a high price of 500,000 yuan, which made the loose cultivators look helpless.

"No drama." Xiong Er lay on the seat like a dead pig.

"It's really a bunch of beasts." Ye Chen also became sluggish, his infuriating attributes were just as yang, and it was suitable to cultivate that yang finger, but he felt helpless because of the shyness of his pockets.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand." But the next voice made Xiong Er and Ye Chen's eyes lit up again, because the bidder was Xiong Er's second uncle.

"There are dramas, there are dramas." Xiong Er rubbed his little hands and focused his two small eyes, staring at a stocky man in front of him.

He didn't expect that their Xiong family would also participate in the auction, and they made a lot of money, overwhelming all the aristocratic families at the venue. In this way, his favorite Yiyangzhi can be learned without spending money.

Likewise, Ye Chen rubbed his hands together, and it was not impossible for him to learn this yang finger based on his friendship with Xiong Er.

In the private room on the second floor, the gray-clothed elder of the Qi family looked gloomy, looked at Xiong Er's second uncle, and said coldly, "Xiong Dashan, you are really brave."

"If you have something, you can add it!" Xiong Dashan was strong, and the Qi family, who was choked with a word, died.

"Your Xiong family has a grudge against Qi's family?" From the words of Xiong Dashan and Qi's elders, Ye Chen caught some clues and couldn't help but look at Xiong Er who was beside him.

"Of course there is hatred." Xiong Er angrily scolded, "Our family has forged a son from the generation of my grandfather and grandfather. Because of a natural spirit stone mine, there are many fights on weekdays."

"That's what it means!"

"550,000, is anyone still raising the price?" On the stage, Yang Ge glanced at Qi's private room, and then looked down.

Sanzong and Bloodthirsty Hall did not participate in the auction after all, which made Ye Chen and Xiong Er heave a sigh of relief.

lb!

On the stage, Yang Ge has already made a final decision.

After collecting the ancient scroll of Yang Fingers, the old man of Yangge turned his hand and took out a jade slip. Three big characters were clearly written on the jade slip: Ling Yunbu.

"Mysterious movement technique, Ling Yunbu, 30,000, start shooting." The old man Yang Ge said casually.

Compared to the Yang Finger, this Ling Yunbu was obviously a step lower in rank, but it couldn't stop the looting of the people present, just because it was a profound art auctioned by Tianxuanmen.

"fifty thousand."

"I'll pay seventy thousand."

"One hundred thousand."

Ling Yunbu's auction was quite popular, but it was still a lot worse than the auction of Yang Zhi. In the end, a man in a black robe bought it for 130,000 yuan.

The auction continues.

The elders of Yangge kept taking out the secret techniques of mystic arts, each of which caused a commotion in the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and the auctions were also climaxing one after another.

During this period, Ye Chen and Xiong Er also shot several times, but they were both overwhelmed by the price that day.

"I can see it, this fucking group of beasts." Xiong Er simply lay down on the table, cursing endlessly.

"They are all rich and powerful." After repeated setbacks, Ye Chen also became slack. The spirit stone in the storage bag made him embarrassed to speak again. child's.

"Tiangang Cudgel Array, Taoists who major in spirit tools can consider it." On the stage, Yang Ge had already pulled out a one-step ancient scroll, "The base price is 30,000, and the price must not be less than 1,000 spirit stones each time, and the auction will start now. ."

"Stick method?" Ye Chen, who slapped on the table, raised his head in a hurry, his eyes shining brightly at the stage.

"You don't practice stick skills, so excited!" Xiong Er glanced at Ye Chen.

"I can't use it, Huwa can use it!"