At this moment, the cloud space became quiet, and the martial artists who wanted to use their spiritual sense to investigate the surrounding martial artists were extinguished one by one, after all, the end was in front of them. Recommended Rushui New Work of the Great God: "The War of Spies"

Even so, everyone could feel an invisible oppression, the middle-aged martial artist who was blasted out before, some of whom knew him, was born in a powerful ancient clan in the Gon River Basin, but he was still mercilessly blasted out by the strong man behind the scenes.

The sable moving in his arms pressed down, Qingyanghuan grabbed it and didn't let it move, the little thing shrunk in his arms, the little eyes flashed, looking around, it seemed to know that there was trouble here, Qingyanghuan couldn't protect it, and it looked very honest and well-behaved.

However, the two little eyes kept flashing with light, and the little claws scratched and scratched, Qing Yanghuan looked down and understood that this little thing had claws, and it was really too many good things brought by the surrounding martial artists.

Without letting everyone wait too long, in the center of this surrounded by everyone, the clouds rolled, and a stone platform with a glittering light rose up, and without the slightest warning, a middle-aged warrior appeared, wearing a gray beast robe, with a gentle gaze, looking around.

"I think there are many friends who have participated in the barter conference, the rules are very simple, everyone takes what they need, and we will protect you in Mangniu Mountain!"

The middle-aged warrior smiled, no one dared to make a sound, and quietly waited for the start.

"Ten years ago, the mountain clan, the big tribe of the Ghost Fang Domain, was wiped out by the aliens, and the one who shot it was the warrior of the Hades Clan, and the three times of the Spirit Realm were returned to one spiritual realm, and the Ghost Fang Zhenjiang Mansion exchanged its head with a psychic bone soldier!"

Then, the middle-aged warrior spoke, a little in his hand, and suddenly the clouds in the sky converged into the phantom of a warrior, which was somewhat similar to the appearance of the human race, but it was too vague.

"This is Ming Hunting, do you dare to take the order to kill!"

"I took it, the underworld is rampant in my human land, it should be killed!"

"I also took it, and I will take his dog's life!"

Suddenly, many warriors responded with cheers, there are too many alien races hidden in the vast land of the human race, especially the stronger the strength, the more they can hide their own reminders and transform into the appearance of the human race, which also makes some alien races more and more difficult to strangle.

Qingyang Huan had some understanding in his heart, anyone who was a warrior of the underworld could kill him, of course, whoever killed it was counted, but if it fell into his hands, he could only blame himself for his bad luck.

"The alien beast fell into the golden eagle cub. ”

Soon at the feet of the middle-aged warrior, a white jade bone cage appeared, and a golden eagle with a dark gold body crawling in it.

The little guy was only a foot in size, but his eyes flashed with a touch of ferocity, even if he was locked in a cage, he still poked out his long mouth, wanting to peck at the middle-aged warrior.

"The Falling Sky Eagle who can be promoted to the Spirit Realm, a good war pet, if it is a coincidence in the future, maybe it can evolve into the Falling Sky Eagle and rank among the great murderers of the Totem Realm!"

At this moment, the surrounding martial artists were a little chaotic, but Qingyang Huan did not raise his eyes, and always fell into a closed eye to recuperate, and soon the golden eagle was replaced by a martial artist.

Next, the middle-aged martial artist took out the blood of the Prisoner Ox Bone Pattern, the Bone Soldier of the Spirit Realm, the Jiaolong, the Qi Qi, and the Brute Statue, but these blood were too thin and did not make Qing Yang Huan open his eyes, obviously this was prepared for the juniors of the strong people of the Spirit Realm.

Half a day passed, and the middle-aged man took out dozens of treasures, several of which made Qingyang Huan's eyes hot, but they were not what he urgently needed.

Finally, the blue light flashed in the warrior's hand, and a white bone jade box appeared, and when the bone jade was opened, an invisible wave swept the entire space, and in an instant, everyone seemed to fall into a trance, as if they had lost their minds all of a sudden.

For a martial artist, such a loss of consciousness is enough to be fatal, and when he reacts, a flash of horror flashes in the eyes of all martial artists.

What is it!

Qing Yanghuan's eyes burst out with a bright light, his eyes looked towards the white bone jade box, and when the light dissipated, he saw a shriveled and even dilapidated animal skin, stained with all kinds of blood stains and a little blackened.

"Tomb King's Sigh!"

"This thing has reappeared!"

Finally, a warrior recognized the animal skin, and then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the whispers of the warriors around him, Qingyang Huan also figured out the origin of this ugly animal skin.

Three thousand years ago, a Tianjiao tomb Tianlan rose in the ancient land of Ghost Fang, and with a strong attitude, it pierced the heavenly dome of several ancient lands around it, and many Tianjiao couldn't raise their heads.

However, the fact is that even the countless geniuses on the entire land of Yaoshan are shrouded in his light, and they can only watch him march forward from a distance, stepping out of the Ghost Fang Ancient Land, all the way through the Divine Hidden Realm, the Spirit Realm, the Totem Realm, and the True One Realm.

Just when everyone thought that he was going to seal the king of heaven and earth, he fell without warning, and the only thing he left behind was this animal skin, a piece of python skin that had fallen from the body of the beast swallowing python that he carried with him.

When the tomb Tianlan fell, some people speculated that it had reached the quasi-king realm, and this animal skin that hid its traces was called the sigh of the tomb king by later generations!

In the past three thousand years, this animal skin has appeared more than once, and countless warriors have wanted to penetrate and get the creation of a quasi-king, but they have all returned.

However, this is the first time that this animal skin has appeared in the Lashan Domain, but it is a pity that most of the warriors have extinguished Yingguang at this moment, after all, it is too ethereal.

For a while, the whole space fell silent, and the middle-aged martial artist couldn't help but flash a helpless look in his eyes, even he felt that it was too ethereal, for three thousand years, I don't know how many martial artists have been running for it, but they have gained nothing.

"Fifty thousand blood essence stones!"

Just when everyone was silent, Qingyang Huan spoke up, attracting the attention of all the martial artists, although he couldn't see Qingyang Huan's appearance clearly, but some immature voices also made many martial artists guess his age, thinking that it was the curiosity of which ancient clan.

Fifty thousand lower-grade blood essence stones are only five hundred medium-grade blood essence stones, and everyone here came in to participate in the barter conference, and they all spent 10,000 lower-grade blood essence stones, and no one paid too much attention to Qingyang Huan's actions.

"Eighty thousand lower-grade blood essence stones!"

After a short silence, a voice sounded, followed by Qingyang Huan speaking again: "One hundred thousand yuan!"

In the end, when Qingyang Huan came out with 120,000 lower-grade blood essence stones, the martial artist who was competing with him was silent, although he had some net worth as a martial artist in the Spirit Realm, but it was too worthless to spend more than 100,000 blood essence stones to exchange for an ethereal opportunity!

And this fate has been verified by countless people, and they don't think that Qingyang Huan can find an opportunity, but the heirs of the ancient clan are happy to see the hunt.

Soon, the middle-aged warrior took out other exchanged things again, and the more he got to the back, the more rare and precious the treasures he took out!