Chapter 500： Face-to-face

"Senior, although you are a strong man, our city lord is not the kind of empty talker!"

A monk behind Chen Chen couldn't help shouting loudly.

At this moment, he has become Chen Chen's stubborn fan, completely forgetting that he had questioned the new city lord more than a month ago.

Chen Chen raised his hand and looked at the masked monk with a smile: "Senior, since I dare to say such things, I have my confidence. Senior, you said I don't know how high the world is. Why not reflect on yourself, do you know this? How high is the sky and how thick is the land?"

As soon as this word came out, the whole hall became quiet.

The faces of the two young monks behind the mask monks were full of incredible colors.

In their eyes, their master was a face and face in the entire upper realm. They didn't expect to be taunted by a monk who was about their age today. It was so incredible that they didn't know what to say for a while.

As for the cultivators who used their divine sense to come in to check the situation, they couldn't help but slightly retracted their divine sense.

The city lord of Shenglongcheng directly ridiculed those who had passed the Tribulation Period, would he not fight?

What if the aftermath hurts them?

After Chen Chen was shocked for a while, the monks of Shenglong City all showed their admiration.

"Jie Jie, you deserve to be a disciple of the Lord of the Sky Demon, knowing that I dare not take you whatsoever, so I speak so unscrupulously."

The mask monk laughed strangely, and there was not much anger in his tone, but rather calm.

But the next second, he changed his words: "But don't think that I really can't help you. You said I don't know how high the sky is, but you have to show your true ability.

If you don't have real skills and just talk about it, don't blame me for punishing you! "

As soon as his words fell, a terrifying coercion covered the entire auction house, and the faces of the monks in Shenglong City changed drastically.

Chen Chen also faintly trembled because of the terrifying coercion.

But soon he got used to this coercion, after all, the skeleton of his clone originated from the body refiner during the Tribulation Period. It was extremely hard. This masked cultivator couldn't help him with coercion alone.

Seeing that Chen Chen did not show ugliness in the middle, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the masked monk. Before he continued to put pressure on, Chen Chen said calmly: "Otherwise, let the monks outside just pick up some magic weapons for my appraisal. See who you and I are not ashamed. If there is no one I can’t identify, you can apologize to me, senior.

If there is something I can’t identify, I will cut myself off and apologize, how about? "

"No, what if it is your childcare in Shenglongcheng? Let me come... I have a magic weapon here, look at it!"

A disciple of the mask monk hurriedly stood up and took out a jade-colored small pot from the storage ring.

Chen Chen just glanced at it, then turned his head and said disdainfully: "The magic weapon made by Hanjingyu, although the technique is quite satisfactory, but Hanjingyu is also a common material for refining tools, so this magic weapon is only used by ordinary cultivators. use."

The disciple withdrew the jade-colored Xiaoding angrily after hearing this, and turned to look at the other junior.

The younger brother took a dig from the storage ring, but did not find anything satisfactory, so he shook his head helplessly.

The mask monk said indifferently: "Don't show your ugliness with your little things, let me do it."

He said so as a acquiescence to Chen Chen's statement.

In fact, the actual benefits involved in this gambling are not big, even if Chen Chen breaks his arm, it will not cause much physical damage, it is just a shame.

But he knew that at the level of him and Chen Chen, losing some of the spirit crystal treasures was far from disgraceful.

Before long, the mask monk took out a special storage ring from his arms, and then carefully took out a bright red flag from it.

As soon as this banner appeared, the entire hall dropped a few degrees. Except for Chen Chen and the masked monk, blood gradually appeared in the eyes of the other monks, as if they were lost in their minds.

Seeing that the temperature was getting lower and lower, the masked monk reached out and wrapped the banner with a layer of spiritual energy, and then asked: "This thing is made by me for ten years. How much spiritual crystal do you think is worth?"

Seeing this, Chen Chen glanced at the mask monk.

I have to say that the masked monk is very cunning. This banner is obviously a very powerful evil magic weapon. Whether it is touched or inspected with divine consciousness, it will be strongly backlashed.

Under this circumstance, he can only look at the value of this magic weapon based on his appearance.

If it is a general appraiser, I am afraid it can only do nothing, after all, the appearance of this banner is not very special.

But he is different.

After inquiring the system, Chen Chen also knew what this banner was.

This flag is called the Burning Blood Flag, and the face of the flag must be crafted from the skin of a monk with great resentment. As for the flagpole, it needs the bone of the true spirit.

This is just material. What is even more terrifying is that if this blood-burning flag is to be successful, it has to swallow thousands of souls, and then soak in the blood pool for ten years.

The value of these magic weapons cannot be estimated at all.

Chen Chen began to use the system to compare the value, and finally after taking out the two thousand spirit crystals, the system could not determine which of the two thousand spirit crystals and the blood-burning flag was more valuable.

This also explained from the side that the lowest value of this burning blood flag was two thousand spirit crystals.

"This thing is worth two or three thousand spirit crystals, the burning blood flag, if I can't see such simple magic weapons, how can I dare to say the words before? Seniors really underestimated me."

Chen Chen smiled calmly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

His gaze suddenly hurt the mask monk's self-esteem, and the pressure in the air became stronger again.

But the mask monk had no bottom at this time. Although he didn't believe that Chen Chen could identify any treasure in the world, he recognized the burning blood flag at a glance, which showed that he was at least capable.

And he may not be able to hide things from this person. Nowadays, there are still many monks watching outside. If he is subdued, he will lose face since then, he is also equivalent to a free advertisement for Thang Long City~www .novelhall.com~How can this make him willing?

While leading him to hesitate how to deal with this matter, an old voice suddenly sounded outside the hall.

"I have a treasure here, which I obtained by accident. I still don't know what it is. Can the little friend take a look for me?"

When the voice came, everyone looked at the entrance of the hall in unison, and saw that an old man wearing sackcloth and crouching appeared in the hall at some unknown time.

Seeing this old man, the masked monk suddenly stood up.

"Senior Lin, do you want to get involved in this matter?"

"Who is this person?

Chen Chen Chuanyin asked the monk behind him.

"City Lord, Senior Lin is a well-known casual cultivator, a monk during the Tribulation Period, a real person nicknamed God Treasure, and a very high level. He bought the most things at our auction the other day.

Rumor... This senior has a habit of collecting rare and exotic treasures. "

Voice transmission rang in his mind. Chen Chen nodded slightly, then stood up and said respectfully: "It turns out that it is Senior Lin, who has been admiring for a long time. If you have any needs, just say so."

The real **** Bao looked at the mask monk.

The mask monk snorted coldly, sat down, and didn't speak anymore such famous monks as Shenbao Zhenren would not unite the juniors to lie, so he had nothing to say.

"Friend Daoist Yang, I will give you a look first."

Shen Bao said that he walked to the masked monk, took out a fist-sized, dimly colored bead, and placed it on the table.