"One hundred and twenty million taels!" a cold female voice came from the box on the eighth floor.

Zeng Zichen hooked his lips evilly, his eyes flashed, did he finally make a move? But the three holy lands didn't come to this Lingxiao Palace's Xue Xuanjie? Soon, Zeng Zichen denied this conjecture in his heart!

The three holy lands said that they were alliances, Zeng Zichen didn't believe that they had no entanglements of interests, and the cats in the three holy lands might only be clear to themselves. Zeng Zichen is sure that the purpose of the three holy places should not be colorful tea. At this time, Xue Wanjie's offer may be a trick. It was intended to confuse himself, but why should he confuse himself, Zeng Zichen was still very troubled at this point.

Suddenly, the leader of the black-armored guards who had blocked Zeng Zichen's entry a few days ago hurriedly came to the stage, Nangong Yi frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

The leader of the black-armored guards walked up and whispered softly, Nangong Yi's eyes shrunk, and he said lightly: "Let the little boy go and deal with it!"

The leader of the black-armored guards hesitated, then nodded.

The sound insulation effect of Yuming Pavilion is excellent, and at this time, the noise outside Yuming Pavilion is shocking, but the interior is still quiet as usual.

Outside the gate of the Yuming Pavilion, countless powerhouses confronted the masters of the Yuming Pavilion. The atmosphere was quite oppressive. Dressed in a moon-white robe, sitting in a wheelchair, he was slowly pushed out by a middle-aged man!

"Childe!" the middle-aged man said worriedly.

"Lao Zhou, it's okay! I can handle it!" The warm voice was as low as water, and the clear eyes of the young man in the wheelchair softened a little, however, after a while, it was replaced by a gloomy luster.

"Boy, who are you, is there a treasure colorful tea in it!?"

"That's right, boy, tell us quickly!"

Before the boy could speak, the impatient crowd who had been waiting outside for a long time instantly made a noise.

Dongfang Tianhao's gaze swept over the group of people in front of him, and his heart became more solemn, but there was a faint smile on his face, and he couldn't see the slightest clue, "I don't know!"

"I don't know!? Didn't you just come out of it?"

"That's right, you're a cripple, you can't ask anything if you want to!

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"Call the head of the Yuming Pavilion to come out!"

"Come out!"

The young man's face was as usual, disabled, and he had long been accustomed to such words. The disdainful ridicule and regretful sighs from all around him fell on the ears of the young man who was in a wheelchair like a wooden stake, like sharp thorns piercing his heart, even if he was accustomed to it, it made the young man's breathing slightly short.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair observed the childe's expression, and the lonely figure was a little out of place with the world around him. sighed and said: "Childe, don't think about it so much! I just hate you Uncle Zhou for being incompetent!" If you have the cultivation of the innate Dao Breaking Realm, who dares to shame your son in front of you.

In any case, it is impossible for the black-armored guards of Yuming Pavilion to let their little boy be humiliated and look on coldly, even if they themselves and others look down on this little boy in their hearts, but after all, he is now the person who talks about Yuming Pavilion.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, the leader of the black-armored guards walked in front of the young man, and his cold breath washed the noisy street at once.

"If you insult my little boy like this, you don't mean to provoke me Yuming Pavilion!" The proud look of the leader of the black-armored guards and his flying eyebrows attracted everyone's attention.

The scene was quiet, and then it became more noisy, "What, this remnant...... This young man is actually the little son of Yuming Pavilion, he is deceiving!"

The leader of the black-armored guards frowned slightly, and he was even more annoyed by Dongfang Tianhao in his heart, after all, as a cripple, he actually came out to be embarrassed by his own strength. The leader of the black-armored guards now has the heart to kill, but he doesn't dare, there are nearly 10,000 people in front of him, and there are many people who have cultivated to the highest level and are equivalent to himself. Not only that, but he also keenly felt that several unkind eyes were staring at him, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and he was quite suspicious of why Nangong Yi let the crippled little boy deal with this matter, but he didn't dare to refute it, Nangong Yi's obscenity can be imagined.

The group of people in front of him, the formation is too terrifying, just pull out one, they have all stepped into the congenital, all the innate powerhouses, if they don't deal with it properly, Yuming Pavilion will not die, but they themselves and others will only perish in an instant.

"Alright, everyone be quiet!" spoke an old man with a goatee, giving people a domineering,

Strong feeling, this old man's name is Tu Shengsheng, he is a famous loose cultivator, under the sea of aura, his success has become the peak powerhouse of the innate Dao, and even half of his foot has crossed the threshold of the innate Dao Breaking Realm, so his right to speak is not small.

The crowd gave Tu Sentient People a lot of face, and soon quieted down.

Tu Zhongsheng looked at Dongfang Tianhao lightly, with an indifferent expression, "Old man, Tu Shengsheng, young man, what do you call it?"

"Dongfang Tianhao!" Dongfang Tianhao replied lightly, not humble, but also not arrogant.

Tu shouji bowed slightly, and said: "Dongfang Gongzi, you have also seen that so many of us are here, not to be enemies of your pavilion, but just to see the true face of the treasure of colorful tea, after all, such a treasure, rare in hundreds of years, if you can't see it, won't you let me wait for a lifetime of regrets! Please also hope that Dongfang Gongzi will be fulfilled!"

Tu Zhongsheng's words are not tough, maybe he also understands the strength of Yuming Pavilion, if it weren't for the fact that there were nearly 10,000 people backing him at this time, even if he was given a hundred guts, he would never dare to force the palace in front of Yuming Pavilion!

"Colorful Tea!?" In a moment, Dongfang Tianhao had heard the name several times. In the Yuming Pavilion before, he had no chance to participate in the auction, and he was inexperienced and needed to be tempered. In fact, he has been trapped in the backyard of Yuming Pavilion. Under the nourishment of the sea of aura, he and Lao Zhou are also among the beneficiaries. And there is another secret that has been lurking in his heart, that is, under the aura of reiki turning into water, his legs have bursts of numbness, which has never been seen before.

It turns out that my hope for standing up is "colorful tea"? Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do.

Thoughts are only in a moment. "I'm sorry, the colorful tea is being auctioned at this time! According to the rules of the Yuming Pavilion, the auction cannot be terminated at this time! Besides, we also need to be responsible for the auction items!"

"Dongfang Gongzi, the rules are dead, but people are alive!" Tu Shengsheng stared at Dongfang Tianhao with sharp eyes, and the people in the entire Qinghai Sea knew that Tu Shengsheng was by no means a good person, and his great reputation was really killed.

"I'm sorry!" The coercion and murderous aura enveloped his whole body, the muscles on his face moved, and the corners of Dongfang Tianhao's eyes twitched slightly, making his heart beat faster and faster. An inexplicable nervousness enveloped him. For the sake of his mother, he had to persevere. I want to talk about "Imperial Power Supreme System" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~