Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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"So it is." Ye Chen Mingwu nodded.

"Come here, it's started." The thin old man rubbed his hands, and it looked like he was ready to do something.

On the stage, the old ghostly man has taken out a thing.

It is a red fairy sword, which sings and moves. The sword is engraved with ancient runes, the sword tip is stained with blood. This sword is very aggressive, full of evil spirits, and scarlet.

"Holy King Soldier." The surprise sounded, especially the holy king and the sage monks, all eyes shining, even many great saints, can not help but look, because the red fairy sword is really extraordinary.

"It's the red alchemy foundry, I don't know how much blood he drank." An elder grand saint groaned.

"The first lot, is it extraordinary?"

"What do you know? This is the convention of auction. Jumbo opens the road to make a good prize."

"A group of cricket ants." Honghuang's Zhundi, all laughed with amusement, without opening his eyes, and continued to sham.

"The Ghost Continent Fruit is a big deal, and the Saint King Soldier even offered it for sale." The thin old man whispered.

"The sword is good, it doesn't get into our eyes." Ye Chen said, lying bored on the table. There are many holy soldiers, and there are countless big soldiers. There are also quasi-prince soldiers. To speak of the fairy sword, the red fairy sword is ten streets away from his red Xiao sword.

He was concerned about real fire and immortal immortal gold. He was not very interested in the magical instruments. He wanted to make him interested, at least a holy soldier.

"Xianjian Chihong, with a reserve price of 10 million, is now starting to bid, and each time the price increase is not less than 500,000."

"I want this sword, 11 million."

"Thirteen million."

"You two million, fifteen million."

As soon as the Nether Old Man's words came to an end, the people present set off a bidding frenzy, but in just ten moments, the Red Rainbow Sword took a high price of 30 million. Such a high price made more than 90% of the saints and saints, All helplessly shook his head, but he wanted it, but he was shy.

The competition was still fierce. A fairy sword was finally photographed at a high price of 35 million yuan.

The sword-winner is a great saint who hides very well and has aroused the jealousy of the Quartet shooters.

The ghostly old man has received the Red Rainbow Fairy Sword, flicking his sleeves slightly, and the second sword's lot is suspended in the air, but it is a sacred bead, radiant silver, and dragon breath lingering. Listen carefully. Singing and watching carefully, you can also see a small dragon hovering among the **** beads.

"Long Yuan?" Someone was surprised.

"It's not Long Yuan, it's just stained with dragon blood." An old man said slowly.

"It must be the secret of Guben Peiyuan, it is worth starting."

"Call me when it's true fire." Ye Chen glanced at the sacred bead, then buried her head on the table, woke up and fell asleep, he could not see the red rainbow fairy sword, let alone the sacred bead Now, waiting for the **** beads, how about a carriage in his storage bag?

The thin old man just stared at the silver **** bead, Ye Chen could not see it, but he could see it. He could see the mystery of the **** bead.

"Eight million."

"You five million, 13 million, plus some more."

"Fifteen million."

"You are great."

The auction venue was very lively, not only the sound of bargaining, but also the sigh of scolding and grinning. Although they were all covered in black robes, if they were to lift the veil, they would mostly have blushes and thick necks.

The auction of silver **** beads came quickly and quickly, the level is not as high as the Red Rainbow Sword, and the price of the auction will not be higher, only 15 million, was photographed by a saint, for this reason, that Honoring the saints can be described as a family failure.

"Quiet." The old nether man said a little, then took the third lot.

This time, it is a gossip plate, nothing surprising, not even a ray of fairy light, the only bright spot is that the yin is heavy.

Shooting off the stage, each god's eyes froze slightly, swiping up and down, froze again and again.

"This baby, I like it." The thin old man grinned.

Ye Chen, who was snoring and awake, was awakened by his words, looked up slightly, glanced at the gossip plate, and then lay back on the table, and saw what it was. He could be called a baby, but Not everyone can use it. The treasure of this number is only used by those who like to dig people's ancestors' graves.

"What is this!" Someone asked in confusion.

"You're blind! A gossip board, is this still a question?"

"Hey, do you want to fight?"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

There was a riot at the auction site. This is an explosives factory. Any Mars may lead the war.

"The reserve price is three million, and the auction will start now." The old man indifferently said.

The noise was stopped, but the on-site shooters looked at each other and did not intend to bid. A gossip plate looking for gold and acupoints was, in fact, a chicken rib instrument, not an expert who planed graves. Who wanted this? thing.

"Three million and one hundred thousand." Seeing no one bidding, the thin old man held up his sign and broke the silence.

This goods, for the gossip plate, must be determined, Ye Chen on the listening side could not help but look up, took a meaningful look at the thin old man, he didn't need to ask, he knew this old way, often went to the ancestral grave Most of the bidding for this gossip plate is to find a grave, and then, to find a baby.

The thin old man opened the price and caused a chain reaction. Following the wind one by one, he just pushed the price up, but I do n’t know if he really wanted it or he just started to mess up.

"Child care, there must be child care." The thin old man scolded and grinned. "I don't speak, I don't want his mother to do it. When I bid, the whole mother jumped out."

"Are you participating in the auction on the first day?" Ye Chen laughed, not even raising his head.

"Routes are all routines." The skinny old man turned black, but he was an old man, and there was no child care at the auction. Who would believe it?

"five million."

"My husband has six million. This gossip plate, I like it very much."

"I still like it? Seven million."

"Hey." The thin old man shrugged his sleeves, and his domineering side leaked, "Eight million."

Alright! His words, everyone present was suffocating, not by the eight million, but by no means.

The skinny old man was also able to get his wish, but his forehead was scrambled with black lines, and his eyes ate people's eyes. He glanced at the previous bidders and determined that they were childcare, which cost him an extra five million.

The auction continued, and a lot of items were taken out. There were a lot of magical instruments, elixir, and secret scrolls. The auction was climaxed one after another. The battle for the baby also caused the scene to get out of control for a while. Most of the auctions have taken place in groups.

However, Youge Pavilion is really bold, and the treasures auctioned are indeed extraordinary, otherwise, the filmmakers will not be angry.

During the period, Ye Chen opened his eyes more than once, glancing at Honghuang Zhundi. They were all leisurely. Since the auction to the present, they have not taken any action. It seems that they are waiting for the immortal gold.

One lot was withdrawn and the other lot was taken out.

Eh?

Once the lot was taken out, Ye Chen lying on the table looked up and looked at the lot. It was a small gourd, a small purple-gold gourd, and the whole body was very colorful.

Ye Chen looked at it, and found a small gourd in his arms, which is also purple-gold. It is exactly the same as the purple gold gourd that is about to be auctioned. It is not a short time to say that this small purple gourd is from the Wanbao of Heng Yuezong The pavilion is indeed a secret treasure that can recognize the hidden restrictions in the treasure. In the past, he had hit a lot of chances because of the Zijin gourd.

"It's really fresh." Ye Chen murmured and could clearly feel that the purple gold gourd in his hand was shaking slightly, as if he had found a loved one.

"These two, will not be twins!" The thin old man touched his chin, scratched the small gourd on the platform, and looked at this in Ye Chen's hands. Generally nothing, obviously, it's from one place. It's really a mother.

"My uncle feels, what about a mother and a mother?" Ye Chen said meaningfully.

"They're together, they can make a little difference." The thin old man also had a serious face.

"The reserve price is three million yuan, starting." The dim old man looked indifferent, still so crisp.

"Five million." What surprised Ye Chen was that the first person who bargained was actually the quasi-perfect emperor of the Dai tribe, who sat firmly on Mount Tai and has never participated in any auction since the auction. The monkey was in a hurry, and most of them also saw the Zijin small gourd, not ordinary.

"Eight million." The second bidder was the Honghuang and Naizu quasi-perfect emperors. After calling out the price, they still glanced at the quasi-quasi-perfect emperor. Under the black robe, the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted and smiled. It's even fun.

He smiled and smiled, and the smile came to an abrupt end, because another person raised the fare, and it was still the Honghuang tribe, the Neiqiqi quasi-perfect emperor, and his face was stern.

Ye Chen looked at it with a smile. The quasi-perfect emperor of the Huanghuang nationality ran all the way to find his account. People did not find it, but they did it at the auction first. It is even more proof that the small money gourd is indeed a treasure.

"Fifteen million."

"Three million you, eighteen million."

"Twenty million."

"Twenty-five million." Poor Qi Jundi raised the price again, otherwise he said that it was the Honghuang tribe, which was domineering. He added 5 million in one breath, crushing the bidder to a large area, even Zhunzi and He The emperors of Zhunzhou are all dying, not because they do n’t have enough money, but because they have a more important mission. Money can be spent, but not spent at will.

"What, no more?" Poor Qi Jundi laughed quietly.

"It's like that, it's yours." Both Xun and Xun sneered, and both fell into a false state.

"But there is a fare increase." The old man glanced down.

"Plus, I add five million, and the source stone is 30 million." Ye Chen's words, plain, but attracted the attention of the audience.

"Thirty million?" The thin old man secretly swallowed a sip of water, subconsciously scanning Ye Chen up and down, he didn't even know, there was still a local tyrant sitting next to him, and his mouth was closed to 30 million. Unfortunately, with his vision, he saw Without breaking Ye Chen's true content, if Ye Chen lifts up his black robe, I don't know if he will cry.