The huge Netherworld Pavilion fell into a quiet silence because of the silence of the desolation.

Everybody, all looking at them.

Everyone wants to see if these desolate backbones still have to work with the pit gods.

To say, the most upright is still the old man of the Netherworld.

As the person presiding over the auction, he was idle, silent, just patting the dust on his shoulder, as if he was nothing, after so many years of auction, it is the most powerful one today, I don't know where it came from, a dark horse, pushing this auction to climax again and again, and it is this dark horse that has increased the income of his Netherworld Pavilion more than ten times.

In this way, he still has to thank Ye Chen.

Thinking of this, the old man squinted his eyes, and glanced at Ye Chen unobtrusively, his old eyes were full of deep meaning, just like before, he couldn't see through Ye Chen, and he didn't know where Ye Chen was sacred, it was worth affirming that the person wearing the mask liked to do things with Hong Huang.

"Senior, after the auction, you have to reward me with some money. Ye Chen smiled and transmitted.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. The old man smiled, and the two of them knew it by heart.

"What's the matter?" When the two of them were talking, a howl suddenly sounded, and the thin old man beside Ye Chen slapped the table, stood up openly, and said in a very harsh voice.

His voice didn't matter, and too many people were anxious to urinate.

The thin old man ignored the Quartet, only looked at the quasi-emperors of the flood wilderness, and said, "Do you want to increase the price or not, you want to give a happy word, Lao Tzu is still waiting to see the immortal gold? A real fire, what kind of thing, can it be more precious than immortal gold? I still want to think about it for hundreds of years? ”

The quiet Netherworld Pavilion has become unpeaceful, full of the shouts of this thing.

Because no one spoke, his howl was particularly loud.

However, this guy's words are not ordinary exquisite, which sentence is inseparable from the immortal immortal gold, he knew that Ye Chen wanted the Taiyin true fire, so he reminded the Honghuang clan in this way, what about the immortal immortal gold behind? That is the real treasure, much more precious than the Taiyin true fire, you are all here to shoot the immortal immortal gold, what kind of strength do you have to fight on a real fire.

To put it bluntly, the thin old man is helping Ye Chen, and Ye Chen also needs him to cooperate.

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

Not to mention, when they heard the immortal gold, the hesitant Honghuang people, their eyes flashed with sharp light, yes! Their goal is to immortalize the immortal gold, but not this so-called Taiyin true fire.

If you want to shoot a real fire, it's not impossible, but you must be prepared to be pitted.

That's not one or two source stones, that's a mountain of money! Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, if you waste too many source stones on the real fire, the auction of immortal gold in the back will definitely fall behind.

After a few thoughts, all the quasi-emperors of the flood wilderness glanced at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was leisurely, holding Erlang's legs, holding the melon seeds in one hand, click, click, the thief had a rhythm, and directly ignored the cold light of the quasi-emperor of the flood wilderness, the reason why he added 100 million by himself was not because of the extra money, all of this was just to confuse the public.

The so-called true and false, what he spread is a fog of suspicion, if he can really force the other party back, it will be worth spending an extra 100 million.

"There is also a price increase. The old man who had been silent for a long time finally spoke.

"No. The tone of the flood was surprisingly consistent.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's hanging heart finally landed.

Don't blame him for being like this, just because the quasi-emperors of the flood wilderness have a high and scary bottom line for the Taiyin true fire, if the flood is really going to fight him to the end, the price of the real fire will never be less than two billion.

Helpless, he had to play some tricks.

The second step is the thin old man on his side, reminding the immortal gold without any sense of disobedience, and the third step is the name of his pit god, because he has done too much foreshadowing before, and he has pit the flood famine more than once, so as not to be pitted again, and those quasi-emperor level of the Honghuang clan are not taken into account.

Facts have proved that these three steps are indeed effective and have successfully deterred the famine.

Facts have also proved that in a war without gunpowder, psychological warfare is worse than military warfare.

"The routine of the pit god is unpredictable!" Seeing that the flood gave up, the Quartet sighed constantly.

"Fighting with the pit gods, they are still almost. ”

"This man won't become smart if he doesn't get tricked a few times. ”

"The flood is deflated, happy, and the pit god is doing beautifully. ”

"I helped you, isn't the commission cheaper. In the midst of the sighs, the thin old man rubbed his hands and looked at Ye Chen with a smile, "Leave my Nanming from the fire and fold it into a source stone, what's the matter." ”

"No. Ye Chen said with a smile.

"You're a girl, if you don't agree, what are you laughing at, and you're still laughing so happily. ”

"I don't have to talk about it, but I can give you some gifts. ”

"With your urine nature, Lao Tzu doesn't expect gifts to be precious. The thin old man pouted.

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

"The old man thinks that you can take my previous words as. The thin old man stroked his beard, his expression was meaningful, and his face changed, and even Ye Chen was caught off guard.

"Seeing my predecessors like this, I am very relieved, this shameless spirit is really with me. Ye Chen said seriously, the thief is optimistic about the thin old man, and he is an absolute talent.

"The auction continues. The words of the old man of the Netherworld rose melodiously.

The sigh was stopped, and the eyes of the photographers were placed on the central gimbal.

On the stage, the old man has taken out a thing, which is a divine mirror, hanging in the palm of his hand, humming and trembling, its brilliance, fairy light, bright mirror, and inexplicable Tao Yun intertwined.

Good baby!

The photographers' eyes are bright, staring at the mirror, for some reason, looking at the mirror, they always feel their minds, a momentary trance, faintly, and they can also see the mysterious vision from the mirror.

"It's weird. The thin old man muttered.

"That's the Mirror of the Heart. Ye Chen said leisurely.

"Why, do you recognize?"

"It's a special magic weapon, aimed at the mind, its power is not strong, but it is an auxiliary artifact, fighting with people, if the other party has this magic mirror, it can cause trouble to your mind, even if it is only for a moment, it can determine success or failure, one does not pay attention, it is not impossible to be seconded. ”

"With this understanding, it seems that you are determined to achieve it. The thin old man looked at Ye Chen sideways.

"Not interested. "Ye Chenhui is casual, he just cares about drinking fine wine, his mind is as firm as him, and he is not afraid of this kind of magic weapon, the six reincarnations have all broken through, and he is still afraid of the divine mirror?

Just because he doesn't want it doesn't mean that others don't want it.

Since the old man took out the Divine Mirror, it was only a dozen breaths before and after, and the price of the Divine Mirror soared to 50 million, and many great sages were killed, and only a group of quasi-emperors were playing with their lives to increase the price.

"Well, it's nothing wrong with me again. The thin old man pouted.

"It's none of your business. Ye Chen coughed and smiled, as early as Zhou Tian, he peeked at the people present, there is a person who cultivates the Emperor, and the bottom line of the Divine Mirror is as high as 200 million, that is to say, there are no 200 million source stones, don't want to take away the Divine Mirror, obviously, the thin old man does not have so much money.

He wanted to help the thin old man, but the problem was that the other party was a human cultivator.

If the other party is a flood man, he will not hesitate to intervene, and when he is done, he will die in the pit.

Sure enough, as he expected, the person who obtained the Divine Mirror was indeed the person who cultivated the Emperor.

As for the price, it is more than 100 million.

At the end of the auction of the Divine Mirror, some people are happy and some are worried, too many people are blind, but they are shy.

When he was still unsatisfied, the old man of the Netherworld took another thing.

This time, the lot is a bit unusual, it is a stick hammer, black and not slippery, but it is extremely heavy, and the space is distorted.

The photographers swept up and down, touching their chins one by one.

The auction opened, and the filmmakers increased the price, and more than half of them didn't know what the black mallet was, but they all played with their lives, and they all had the idea that the lot of the Netherworld Pavilion must be a treasure.

The final price of the iron rod hammer, neither high nor low, was auctioned away by an old saint.

After that, the old man of the Netherworld took the lots one after another, and the secret treasures emerged in an endless stream, which made the Netherworld Pavilion very lively, and the voices of the people like a tide were wave after wave, and the auctioneers were blushing and thick-necked.

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

What's missing? It's a thrilling drama.

I don't know why, these hundreds of lots, Hong Huang did not participate, the quasi-emperor of Hong Huang died down, and the pit god is also honest, without these two parties, the auction is boring.

Go and see all the quasi-emperors in the flood wilderness, as stable as Mount Tai, all in a false sleep.

It seems that they don't like these treasures.

In fact, it's not that they don't look down on it, but they don't want to spend the source stone, you know, their goal is the finale treasure immortal gold, compared to the immortal gold, these are all third-rate goods.

They didn't participate, and Ye Chen was happy to be idle.

But it was the thin old man beside him, afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he always picked up Ye Chen and continued to pit people.

"Shoot, don't worry, there is a pit god staring at the wilderness?"

The cultivators took a look at Ye Chen and Hong Huang, and they all secretly passed on their voices, and they were happy.

Indeed, there is a pit god cultivated by people, and they are very relieved.

In the blink of an eye, it's another day, but the auction of the Netherworld Pavilion is still hot.

During this period, Ye Chen did not make a move, but still held his cheeks with one hand, bored watching people bid.

From time to time, a sneer would leach into the corner of his mouth.

This sneer is aimed at Emperor Honghuang, although those people are all pretending to sleep, they are all peeping at him with the eyes of divine sense, those are a pair of cold eyes, he can clearly capture the killing intention.

"I said, you are not cold. The thin old man shuddered.

"Cold. Ye Chen burst out a word, and was stared at by more than a dozen quasi-emperors, all of them were murderous, and it was strange that they were not cold, and the thin old man sitting next to him was also affected by the killing intent.

"After the auction, you can be careful, those quasi-emperors are fierce. ”

"You should also be careful, in the eyes of Hong Huang, the two of us are in a gang. ”

"Don't make a fuss. The thin old man said, holding his hands and about to leave, Ye Chen didn't say it, he forgot, he had to stay away from this goods, otherwise, he would die a miserable death if he was targeted by the flood.

He wanted to leave, but Ye Chen didn't want to, so he dragged him back.

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

Sky Thunder?

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the hand of the old man, in the palm of his hand, there was a thunderbolt hanging, the whole body was red, redder than blood and seafood, stabbing and stinging, tearing the void space.

PS: I'm sorry, there are a lot of things to do during the New Year, and I have no choice but to break off, and I will reply to the messages of book friends one by one.