Chapter 48

When the two people went downstairs, they found that the streets were full of human figures. All of them went to the center of the dark dark market.

"This scene is not a general big one!" Ye Chen said, and put on ghost mask again.

"This is Yirong pill and Hengsheng pill. Swallow one." Xiong 2 took two pills from his crotch and handed them to Ye Chen, "it can change the appearance and voice of people and drive carefully for thousands of years."

Ye Chen wanted to pick up, but thought of bear 2 was from the crotch, then coughing, "you keep it! I'd better wear a mask! "

And he took out his mask from his arms and put it on his face.

"Don't pull it to." Bear two has no face and no skin, regardless of Ye Chen's aversion, directly swallowed the pills of change sound and Yirong.

"Your storage bag is in the crotch."

"Safe."

Dark dark city near the center of the place, there is a loft, towering into the clouds, magnificent.

This attic is called the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion, which is the place where the Youdu has been auctioned over the years.

At this moment, from the aerial overlooking down, the flow of people from all directions gathered, everyone is not simple, the behavior is low-key.

Not long ago, the front of the gate of the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion was a sea of people.

"Why not open yet." Some people have been impatient with waiting.

"Time is not yet. What's urgent?"

"I don't know what's going to be auctioned at the tianxuanmen this time."

"The auction hosted by tianxuanmen is really extraordinary." Behind the crowd, ye Chen could not help but secretly sighed and smacked his tongue.

Soon, the door of the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion was buzzing and opened slowly.

The door was just opened, and an old man in black with a green dragon stick stepped in for the first time.

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

"You don't know. It's old man of Montenegro. It's a tyranny!"

"I have a bad eye."

After the old man of Montenegro, several old people came in again,

br > and then the crowd came in and rushed into the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion.

"It's gone." Bear 2 also followed the crowd into the crowd, his small fresh meat almost crowded into meat cakes.

When the shadow of the people is rare, ye Chen moves his steps and walks in.

When he walked in, ye Chen found that the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion was a whole, and the square was huge.

The temple is carved with jade, and the gods fly, even the decorative spirit grass and the spirit flowers are very extraordinary.

"What a big pen!" Ye Chen sighed.

The people who came in soon found their place. The first time the monks came to the auction, they were filled with new light. As for the monks who had come before, they were much more indifferent.

"That's it." Bear two pulls leaf Chen to a corner jade table. This guy is not polite, grab the fruit on the table and plug it in his mouth, and plug it on one side. He still keeps a few in his arms.

"I rely on you. You leave me some!" Ye Chen can't help but scold.

"You have a mask. You can't eat it. I'll take it for you."

"You're dead."

I don't know how long, they this table, there is an old man sitting down, carefully look, is it yesterday in the wild forest that the old man in purple?

Side first looked at the old purple clothes, ye Chen can not help but be surprised.

Although all cultivation was suppressed, the purple clothes old man gave him the feeling of the great mountain pressing the top.

Ye Chen takes back his eyes, and the old purple clothes also looks at Ye Chen slightly, but there is a surprise in his eyes.

"The Qijia people in the South Xinjiang have come." I don't know who called out.

At the door, three old grey clothes had entered and went straight to the second floor.

"The situ family of the Western Shu is also here."

"Is that the king's home in Beichuan? It's coming, too. "

"The upper official of Dongyue."

Most of the monks came from the cultivation family. The battle was not small. They attracted the eyes of the monks in the Tiange.

"Is no one in your bear's house?" A look at the door of the family, ye Chen can not help looking at Bear 2.

"Here!" The bear who is gnawing the fruit refers to a man with a solid body and big ears on one side. "Here, that is my two masters."

"Your two masters are so grown It's a very casual look! "

"That's what it has to be."

"Hengyuezong has come." Another voice was called out.

Wen Yan, ye Chen and Xiong two have looked at the past, a negative sword middle-aged has stepped into the door, body shape is like a mountain, between the dragon and tiger steps, show the spirit of vigorous conduct.

"This man is a man of hengyuezong? I haven't seen it. " Ye Chen turned his head and looked at Bear 2, "have you seen it?"

"The leader of the imperial sword peak of the inner door." Bear two really recognize, said, "it seems to call wind without mark."

"The people of Zhengyang sect are here too." Just then, there was a voice coming from below, but it was a grey haired old man."Wu Changqing." Ye Chen recognized this man at a glance, but is not the elder of Zhengyang Zong's law enforcement hall? The man who drove him out of zhengyangzong that day was Wu Changqing.

"The Qingyun sect has also sent people to come."

As a result, an old man in green walks in on crutches, followed by an old woman and a young man in purple.

When ye Chen looked at it, his eyes narrowed instantly, especially when he saw the young man in white, and there was a cold light in his eyes. On that day, the person who abandoned his elixir field was not that young man in purple?

Ye Chen knows him, and even when he turns to ashes, he is the second zhenzhuan disciple of the nine great zhenzhuan of Qingyun Zong, LV Zhi.

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

When they arrived, they went up to the second floor one after another. There were three people in front of the gate. One was an old man with grey hair, one was middle-aged in purple robe, and the other was a young man in white robe.

See, ye Chen's eyes are a squint, these three people are not that day in the monster forest chasing Chu ling'er? Ye Chen never thought that he would meet them again here.

"People of bloodthirsty hall." The scene was full of amazement.

There are three schools in the first Hall of big Chu, and the bloodthirsty hall dominates the northern Chu state. They are real giants, and Rao is not afraid to provoke them easily.

"It's exciting."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy to shoot baby."

Below, on a high platform, an old figure has already gone up. People here call him Yang Ge Lao.

"The rules here should be known, so I won't talk nonsense." "Auction, go ahead."

Then, a man carrying a spirit sword stepped onto the stage.

The spirit sword is full of purple light. Its sharp light is frightening, and sometimes it makes a clanging sound. It is definitely a terrible killing sword.

"Ziyang sword has a base price of 50000 spirit stone, and the one with higher price will get it." Yang Ge old light mouth.

"I'll give you fifty-one thousand." Soon, someone held up the sign.

"Fifty three thousand."

"60000."

Only a dozen interest, the price of a spirit sword will rise, with the continuous increase of the price, the auction has become hot.

"It's too expensive." The corner falls, ye Chen can't help but smack his tongue. The price of the first auction item is so high, which makes his spirit stones feel embarrassed.

"Never heard of a good start?" Xiong said, "the first auction is lively, and there is a cheap one at the back."

"80000 spirit stone."

"Eighty five thousand."

"Ninety thousand."

Below, the competition is still fierce, in order to get the Ziyang sword, one by one, the price increases, roaring to blush and thick neck.

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

This time, the people below simply stopped.

"If no one increases the price, the Ziyang sword will belong to Zhengyang sect." On the high platform, Yang Ge Lao glanced at the bottom, saw no one to increase the price, so he waved the Ziyang sword back into his sleeve.

Then, someone came up under the stage, holding a small copper stove in his hand. On the small copper stove, which was carved with road patterns, it was full of red light. Although it was only as big as palm, it revealed a magnificent and majestic atmosphere.

"To Yang copper furnace, the bottom price is 30000, now shooting."

Soon, there was a bid for the next convenience, and with great courage, he added ten thousand spirit stones.

"Fifty thousand."

"Seventy thousand."

"I'll give you ninety thousand."

The price of copper will rise.

"This little copper stove is good, too." Ye Chen touched his chin.

"Increase the price if you want." Said bear two.

"No money."

"When I didn't say it."

In a twinkling of an eye, the small copper furnace below has already sold a high price of 150000 yuan, and judging from the posture, it is difficult to win the small copper furnace with the spirit stone of 150000.

"160000 yuan. I collected it." Above, came the voice of the elder of Qingyun sect.

All of a sudden, the lower part of the flag stopped, leaving behind the 160000 spirit stone, just this huge thing of Qingyun sect, is not what ordinary people dare to provoke.

"Since no one has raised the price, the green dragon will be owned by Qingyun sect." Yang Ge old scan a week, see no one to bid, then waved his sleeve to close the small copper stove.

The next thing he took out was still the spirit tool, which was a Bagua mirror. As soon as it was taken out, it scattered a hot aura. It was dazzling, frightening and full of terror.

"The reserve price is 100000. Let's start shooting."

"Ten thousand." A Taoist in purple below, first bid.

"Zhou Cang, you are so small, but you can't take away the gossip mirror." On the other side, a gray haired old man with a gloomy face sneered.

"I'll give you 120000." The old man with white hair smiles darkly.

Zhou Cang looked cold and snorted, "you are ten thousand, one hundred and thirty thousand.""150000."

"I'll pay 170000."

In the whole Tibetan Dragon Pavilion, there are two people bidding for each other. It seems that they have a long history of gratitude and resentment, and the lines are full of cold and hostility. Even if they are hard headed, they have to divide the price.

Sure enough, this dark black market auction is not as calm as it appears. In fact, these people are fighting secretly.

"200000."

"Ten thousand, two hundred thousand."

The competition for Bagua mirror was extremely fierce. The two men made a lot of money. It was not until the third person joined that they broke the balance, followed by the fourth and the fifth.

With the increasing number of competitors, the price of the Bagua mirror soared to 300000.

"NIMA, I was just about to step in?" "It's a group of animals to raise the price so high," he said

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

"No money. I'm so frustrated."

Below, the auction for the Bagua mirror is over, and it is actually a skinny old man who looks like a monkey.

Hum.

Hum.

Those monks who had formed hatred because of the eight trigrams mirror hummed coldly one after another, and their eyes were full of cold light.