The huge Youming Pavilion, due to the silence of the flood, fell into a peaceful silence.

Everybody, look at them.

All of us want to see if these ashes of the great famine will continue to work with the pit God.

To say, the best is the old man of the nether world. Awesome unexpected winner,

, who was the presiding officer, was just idle, silent and clapping. He only clapped his shoulders and had nothing to do with people. After many years of auctions, he was the most powerful and unexpected winner of the auction. He pushed the auction to a climax again and again. It was the dark horse that made him get more than ten times the income of Hun Ge.

In this way, he has to thank Ye Chen.

Thinking of this, the old man of the nether world glanced at Ye Chen, which was full of deep meaning. As before, he did not want to wear Ye Chen, and he did not know where ye Chen was. What is worth affirming is that the man wearing the mask likes to do things with Honghuang.

"Master, after the auction, you have to give me some money." Ye Chen smiles and communicates.

"Easy to say, easy to say." The old man of the nether world smiles, and they are tacit.

"Well?" When they were talking to each other, a hoarse howl suddenly sounded. It was the thin old man beside Ye Chen's body. When he patted the table, he suddenly stood up, and his voice was very harsh.

His voice doesn't matter, so many people are worried.

The thin old man ignored all directions and only looked at the emperor to be. How could he say, "do you want to add more or not? If you want to give me a happy word, I'm still waiting to see the immortal gold? A real fire, what can be more precious than gold? Hundreds of years to go? It's the grindstone. "

The quiet Youming Pavilion is not calm. It is full of shouts and shouts of the goods.

Because no one spoke, his howl was very loud.

However, this guy's words are not general, which can't be separated from the immortal gold. He knew Ye Chen wanted the real fire of the Taiyin, so he reminded the Honghuang people in such ways that there was still Bu Mie Xian Jin behind him? That's the real treasure. It's much more precious than the real fire of Taiyin. You're all here to shoot immortal gold. What's your strength in a real fire.

To put it bluntly, the thin old man is helping Ye Chen, and ye Chen needs his cooperation.

Tacit understanding, what is tacit understanding, this is tacit understanding.

Don't say, hear that immortal gold, hesitant people, eyes are flashing sharp awn, right! Their goal is not to extinguish the immortal gold, which is not the so-called real fire of Taiyin.

It's not impossible to shoot a real fire, but you should be prepared to be trapped.

That's not a source stone or two. It's Chengshan's money! If you waste too much stone on real fire, the auction of gold will fall behind.

Several times of thinking, Honghuang Zhun emperor, all glance to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen is leisurely, holding melon seeds in one hand. The thieves are rhythmic. He ignores the cold light of the emperor to be. The reason why he adds another 100 million yuan is not money burning. All this is just to confuse the public.

The so-called true and false, he cloth is doubt fog, if really can force back the other party, spend 100 million more, also calculate value.

"But there's a price increase." The old man of the nether world, who was silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth.

"No The tone of Honghuang is surprisingly consistent.

Hearing this, ye Chen hung the heart, finally fell to the ground.

It's not his fault. The reason is that the emperor to be was so high that they were afraid of the bottom line of the real fire of the Taiyin. If Honghuang really wanted to fight him to the end, the price of zhenhuo would not be lower than 2 billion yuan.

But he had to play a trick.

The first step is to mislead the public. The second step is to remind the old man of his side, who will not destroy the immortal gold. The third step is the name of his pit God, because he has made too many preparations before, and more than once he has sunk into the famine, so as not to be trapped again. It is strange that the quasi Imperial ranks of Honghuang people are not taken into account.

Facts have proved that these three steps are indeed effective, successfully deterring the famine.

Facts have also proved that in a war without smoke of gunpowder, war of heart is even more war of war.

"Pit God's routine is elusive See the flood give up, the four sides lament constantly.

"They almost fought with the pit God."

"What a man! You don't get smart if you don't get trapped a few times. "

"It's easy to eat in the wild, and the pit God does it beautifully."

"I helped you. Isn't the Commission cheaper?" In the sound of sobbing, the thin old man rubbed his hands and looked at Ye Chen with a smile, "take my Nanming from the fire and fold it into a source stone. How about it?"

"Not so much." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"You ya, do not agree, you smile what strength, still smile so happy."

"I can't talk about it, but I can give you some presents."

"With your urine, I don't expect gifts to be precious." The thin old man put his hands and his mouth away.

"Isn't it precious to give you an extra eight grain pill?" Ye Chen looks at the old man with a smile.

"I think you can take what I said before as a fart." The thin old man stroked his beard with a meaningful look. His face changed, even ye Chen was unprepared."I'm very relieved to see my predecessors like this. This shameless spirit really follows me." Ye Chen's words are serious and sincere. The thief is optimistic about the skinny old man. He is an absolute talent.

"The auction continues." The words of the old man of the nether world are melodious.

The sound of sighing was stopped, and the clapper's eyes were all placed on the central pan tilt.

On the stage, the old man of the nether world has taken out an object, which is a magic mirror hanging in the palm of his hand, humming and trembling. Its flowing light is colorful, the immortal light is everywhere, the mirror is bright, and the Tao and Yun are mixed together inexplicably.

Good baby!

The photographer's eyes are bright, staring at the mirror, I don't know why, looking at the mirror, always feel the mind, a moment of trance, indistinct, but also from the mirror, can see the mysterious vision.

"It's weird." Muttered the thin old man.

"That's the mirror of the heart." Ye Chen said leisurely.

"Why, do you recognize it?"

"It's a special magic weapon. It's not very powerful, but it's a supplementary artifact. If the opponent has this magic mirror, it can disturb your mind. Even if it's just a moment, it can determine the success or failure. If you don't pay attention to it, it's not impossible for you to be killed."

"It seems that you are determined to get it." The thin old man looks at Ye Chen.

"No interest." Ye Chenhui's free will is to bury his head in drinking wine. His mind is as firm as he is. The most fearless is this kind of magic weapon. The six reincarnations have broken through. Are you still afraid of the mirror?

It doesn't mean others don't want it.

Since the old man of the nether world took out the mirror, the price of the mirror soared to 50 million yuan. Many great saints were killed. Only a group of emperor to be was playing with their lives to raise the price.

"Well, I have nothing to do with it." The thin old man's mouth curled.

"It's none of your business." Ye Chen coughed and laughed. As early as Sunday, he peeped at the people present. There was a man who was practicing emperor Zhun. The bottom line of the mirror was as high as 200 million yuan. That is to say, if there is no 200 million yuan stone, don't try to take away the mirror. Obviously, the thin old man doesn't have so much money.

He wanted to help the skinny old man, but the problem was that he was mended by others.

If the other side is a man of great famine, he will not hesitate to put in a foot, finish the work and face the pit of death.

Sure enough, as he expected, the one who got the divine mirror was the one who built the emperor.

As for the price, it's over 100 million.

After the auction of the mirror, some people are happy and others are worried. Too many people look forward to it.

When he is still in the end, the old man of the nether world takes another thing.

This time, the auction is a bit different. It's a stick hammer. It's dark, but it's extremely heavy. The pressure is distorted. If it's carried out, one stick can be smashed into a lump.

The photographers scanned up and down, touching their chin one by one.

When the auction started, a lot of people raised their prices. More than half of them didn't know what the black mallet was, but they all played with their lives and held the same idea that the auction of Youming Pavilion must be a treasure.

The final price of the iron bar and hammer, not high or low, was taken away by an elder saint.

After that, the old man of the nether world successively took the photos, and the secret treasures came out in endlessly, which made the Youming pavilion very lively. The voices of the crowd were rising higher and higher, and the photographers were blushing and thick necked.

However, although the climax is repeated, the photographer always feels that there is something missing.

What's missing? There is no thrilling drama.

I don't know why, Honghuang didn't participate in the hundreds of auctions, and the emperor to be died, and the pit God was honest, without these two parties, the auction was boring.

Go to see the emperor to be, as stable as Mount Tai, all in a false sleep.

It's like they don't like these babies.

In fact, they don't look down on it, but they don't want to consume the source stone. You know, their goal is to keep the treasure from destroying the immortal gold, which is the third class goods compared with the immortal gold.

They do not participate, ye Chen is also happy.

However, the thin old man on his side, fearing that the world would not be in disorder, would always pick Ye Chen and continue to trap people.

"Shoot, don't worry about it. There's a pit God staring at it?"

The monks took a look at Ye Chen and Honghuang, and they all whispered to each other happily.

Indeed, there is a pit God built by people, and they are very relieved.

Blink of an eye, it is another day, but the auction of Youming Pavilion is still hot.

During this period, ye Chen did not hand, or one hand holding his cheek, bored to see people bidding.

From time to time, his mouth will also leach a sneer.

This sneer is to the emperor to be. Although all of them are sleeping, they are peeping at him with the eyes of divine consciousness. They are cold eyes, and he can clearly catch the opportunity of killing.

"I said, are you cold?" The thin old man shivered.

"Cold." Ye Chen collapses a word and is watched by more than a dozen emperor to be. Every killing opportunity is penetrating. It's strange that he is not cold. The thin old man sitting next to him is also affected by his intention to kill.

"After the auction, you can be careful. Those quasi emperors are fierce."

"Be careful, too. In the eyes of Honghuang, we are a group."

"Don't make any noise." If he said that, the old man would be too thin to leave.He wanted to go, but ye Chen didn't want to, and he pulled it back.

At the same time, the ghost old man on the stage took a new auction.

Sky thunder?

Ye Chen's eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the hand of the old man of the nether world. In his hand, there was a thunder and lightning hanging in his heart, which was red than the sea of blood. It was stabbed and stabbed, tearing the void space.

PS: I'm sorry, there are so many new year's events that I can't help but break more. I'll reply one by one to my book friends' messages.