When the two of them went downstairs, they found that the street was already full of figures, all of whom were heading towards the center of the Netherworld Black Market.

"This scene is not ordinary!" Ye Chen said, putting on the ghost head mask again.

"This is the Disguise Pill and the Voice Changing Pill, swallow one. Xiong Er took out two pills from his crotch and handed them to Ye Chen, "It can change a person's appearance and voice, and be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years." ”

Ye Chen wanted to take it, but remembered that Xiong Er was taken out of his crotch, so he coughed dryly, "You can keep it! I'll still wear a mask!"

As he spoke, he took out the mask from his bosom and put it on his face.

"You don't have to pull it. Xiong Er was faceless and skinless, and he didn't care about Ye Chen's disgusted eyes at all, and directly swallowed the voice changing pill and the disguise pill.

"Why do you have a storage bag in your crotch? ”

"Safe. ”

Near the very center of the Netherworld Black Market, there is an attic, towering into the sky and majestic.

This attic is called the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and it is the place where the auction of the hidden capital has been carried out over the years.

At this moment, looking down from the air, the flow of people from all directions has gathered, and everyone is not simple, and they are relatively low-key.

In a short time, in front of this Hidden Dragon Pavilion, there was already a sea of people.

"Why don't you open the door yet? "Some people are already getting impatient.

"The time hasn't come yet, what's the hurry. ”

"I don't know what will be auctioned in Tianxuanmen this time. ”

"The auction hosted by Tianxuanmen is really extraordinary. Behind the crowd, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh and smack his tongue secretly.

Soon, the door of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion shook and slowly opened.

As soon as the door opened, an old man in black with a green dragon staff was the first to step in.

"Who is this person!

"You don't even know this, that's the old man of Montenegro, dominating one side!"

"It's my clumsiness. ”

After the old man of Montenegro, several old men rushed in,

Immediately afterwards, the flow of people rushed into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

"Walked away. Xiong Er also squeezed in with the crowd, and his little piece of fresh meat was almost squeezed into a patty.

When there were few people, Ye Chen took a step and walked in.

Walking in, Ye Chen found that the Hidden Dragon Pavilion had its own boundary, and the radius was huge.

The carved railing in the hall is made of jade, the gods are flying, and even the spiritual grass and spiritual flowers that are decorated are very extraordinary.

"What a big deal!" Ye Chen sighed.

The people who came in quickly found the place, and the monks who came to participate in the auction for the first time had a new light in their eyes, while those who had come before seemed much more indifferent.

"That's it, that's it. Xiong Er pulled Ye Chen to a corner jade table. This guy is not welcome, he grabbed the spirit fruit on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and while stuffing it, he didn't forget to stuff a few in his arms.

"Damn, you can leave me some!" Ye Chen couldn't help but scold.

"You have a mask and you can't eat it, so I ate it for you. ”

"Kill you. ”

I don't know how long later, next to their table, an old man sat down, and after a closer look, wasn't it the old man in purple who appeared in the barren forest yesterday?

Glancing sideways at the purple-clothed old man, Ye Chen couldn't help but be shocked.

Although his cultivation was suppressed, the old man in purple gave him the feeling that he was like a giant mountain pressing on the top.

Ye Chen retracted his gaze, and the old man in purple also looked at Ye Chen slightly, but a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The people of the Qi family in southern Xinjiang are here. I don't know who shouted.

At the door, three old men in gray had already walked in and went straight to the private room on the second floor.

"The Situ family in Xishu has also arrived. ”

"Is that the Wang family from Beichuan? ”

"Dongyue's Shangguan family. ”

Most of the people who came were from cultivation families, and the battle was not small, which attracted the attention of all the monks in the Heavenly Pavilion.

"Isn't anyone from your Xiong family coming?" Glancing at the Dashi family who kept walking in at the door, Ye Chen couldn't help but look at Xiong Er.

"It's coming!" Xiong Er, who was gnawing on the spirit fruit, pointed to a stocky, fat-headed and big-eared person on one side, "Oh, that's my second uncle." ”

"Your second uncle looks like... It's pretty casual!"

"That's a must. ”

"Hengyue Sect is also here. Someone shouted again.

Hearing this, Ye Chen and Xiong Er looked over one after another, and a middle-aged man with a negative sword had already stepped into the gate, his body was as tall as a mountain, and between the dragon and the tiger, he showed his vigorous and resolute spirit.

"This person is from Hengyue Sect? Ye Chen turned his head to look at Xiong Er, "Have you seen it?"

"The peak master of the Imperial Sword Peak of the Inner Gate. Xiong Er really recognized it and said, "It seems to be called the wind without a trace." ”

"The people of the Zhengyang Sect have also arrived. As he spoke, another voice came from below, it was an old man with gray hair.

"Wu Changqing. Ye Chen recognized this person at a glance, wasn't he the elder of the Zhengyang Sect's Law Enforcement Hall? The person who drove him down from the Zhengyang Sect that day was this Wu Changqing.

"The Qingyun Sect also sent someone. ”

As the words fell, an old man in Tsing Yi walked 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, there was still a cold light in his eyes, wasn't the person who abolished his dantian that day the young man in purple?

Ye Chen recognized him, and he recognized him when he turned into ashes, it was the second-ranked true disciple of the Nine True Legends of the Qingyun Sect, Lu Zhi.

"This revenge will be avenged. Ye Chen's fist clenched subconsciously.

When the people from the three sects went up to the second floor one after another, three more people entered the door, a gray-haired old man, a purple-robed middle-aged man, and a white-robed young man.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed again, weren't these three people the same three people who chased and killed Chu Ling'er in the Demon Beast Forest that day? Ye Chen never thought that he would meet them here again.

"The people of the Bloodthirsty Temple. "There were many voices of surprise at the scene.

The three sects of the Great Chu Palace, the Bloodthirsty Hall dominates the Northern Chu, it is a genuine giant, and the three sects of Rao are not easy to provoke.

"It's lively. ”

"If you want to shoot a baby, I'm afraid it's not that simple. ”

Below, on a high platform, an old figure had already walked up, and the people here called him Yang Ge Lao.

"You should know the rules here, so I won't talk nonsense. Yang Ge Lao spoke crisply and neatly, "Auction, start." ”

Immediately, a person walked onto the stage with a spirit sword.

The spirit sword was surrounded by purple light, and the sharp sword was terrifying, and it would make a clanging sound from time to time, it was definitely a terrifying killing sword.

"Ziyang Sword, the reserve price is 50,000 spirit stones, and the one with the highest price will get it. Yang Ge Lao said lightly.

"I'll give fifty-one thousand. Soon, someone next door held up a sign.

"Fifty-three thousand. ”

"Sixty thousand. ”

In just a dozen breaths, the price of a spirit sword climbed, and as the price continued to increase, the auction became hot.

"It's expensive. The corner fell, Ye Chen couldn't help but smack his tongue, the price of the first auction item was so high, so that he was embarrassed to make a move.

"Haven't you heard of a good start?" Xiong Er said, "The first auction item is lively, and there are cheap ones in the back." ”

"Eighty thousand spirit stones. ”

"Eighty-five thousand. ”

"Ninety thousand. ”

Below, the competition is still fierce, in order to get the Ziyang Sword, one by one desperately increases the price, roaring so much that his face is red and his neck is thick.

"One hundred thousand. At this moment, a voice came from the second floor, and it was Wu Changqing of the Zhengyang Sect who made the bid.

At this moment, the people below simply died down.

"If no one increases the price, this Ziyang Sword will be the Zhengyang Sect's. On the high platform, Yang Pavilion Elder glanced down, and when he saw that no one had raised the price, he waved his hand and took the Ziyang Sword back into his sleeve.

Immediately, someone came up from the audience, holding a small copper furnace in his hand, the small copper furnace was engraved with patterns, blooming with great light, although it was only as big as a palm, but it revealed a majestic atmosphere.

"Zhiyang copper furnace, the reserve price is 30,000 yuan, and the auction starts now. ”

Soon, someone made a bid, and he added 10,000 spirit stones with great courage.

"Fifty thousand. ”

"Seventy thousand. ”

"I'll give 90,000. ”

The voices of shouting came and went, and they had a look of ambition for this small copper furnace.

"This little copper stove is not bad either. Ye Chen touched his chin.

"If you want, you can increase the price. Xiong Er said.

"No money. ”

"When I didn't say it. ”

In the blink of an eye, the small copper furnace below has already sold for a high price of 150,000 yuan, and looking at the posture, it is difficult to win the small copper furnace with this 150,000 spirit stone.

"160,000, I Qingyun Sect received it. Above, the voice of the elder of the Qingyun Sect was heard.

Suddenly, the Yanqi below died down, leaving aside the 160,000 spirit stones, just this behemoth of Qingyun Sect is not something that ordinary people dare to provoke.

"Since there is no one to increase the price, this Qinglong will be owned by the Qingyun Sect. Yang Ge Lao glanced around, and when he saw that no one was bidding, he waved his sleeves and accepted the small copper furnace.

The next thing he took out was still a spiritual weapon, which was a gossip mirror, and as soon as it was taken out, it scattered a scorching spiritual light, shining brightly, terrifying and revealing terrifying aura fluctuations.

"The reserve price is 100,000 yuan, and the auction is open. ”

"One hundred and ten thousand. "A purple-clothed Taoist below, bid first.

"Zhou Cang, you are such a petty family, but you can't take away this gossip mirror. On the other side, a white-haired old man with a gloomy face sneered.

"I'll give 120,000. The white-haired old man smiled darkly.

Zhou Cang's expression was cold, and he snorted coldly, "You are 10,000, 130,000." ”

"One hundred and fifty thousand. ”

"I'll give 170,000. ”

In the entire Hidden Dragon Pavilion, there is the sound of the two bidding, the two seem to have a grudge for a long time, and the words are full of coldness and hostility, even if they are hard-headed, they must divide the price into high and low.

Sure enough, this Netherworld Black Market auction is not as calm as it seems, in fact, secretly, these people are fighting.

"Two hundred thousand. ”

"10,000, 210,000 bigger. ”

The competition in the Bagua Mirror was extremely fierce, and the two of them earned a red face and thick neck, and it was not until the third person joined in that the balance was broken, followed by the fourth person, and then the fifth person.

With the increasing number of competitors, the price of this gossip mirror has skyrocketed to as much as 300,000.

"Nima, I'm just about to intervene?" Xiong Er huffed, "It's really a bunch of brutes to raise the price so high." ”

"Why do I feel that this auction has nothing to do with the two of us?"

"I don't have any money, I'm really aggrieved. ”

Below, the auction for the gossip mirror has ended, and it turns out to be a thin old man like a monkey.

Hum.

Hum.

The monks who had a grudge because of the gossip mirror snorted coldly, and their eyes were full of cold light.