The words of the old man in the night were understated, but they were full of majesty, and the monks in the Heavenly Pavilion, no matter how strong they were, had no intention of refutating them.

"Auction, start. The old man glanced around, and his body faded slightly.

After he disappeared, another white-haired old man walked up, and his breath was too far away from that of the old man of the night, and everyone here called him Bai Weng.

After Bai Weng stood still, he didn't drag at all, turned his hand and took out a purple spirit sword.

The spirit sword was surrounded by purple light, and the sharp sword light was visible to the naked eye, and sometimes it would make a clanging sound, it was definitely a terrifying killing sword.

As soon as the purple sword was taken out, the eyes of the monks below flashed with divine light.

"Zixiao Sword, the reserve price is five million spirit stones, and the one with the highest price will get it. Bai Weng said lightly, "Let's start shooting now." ”

"I'll give five million and one million. Soon, there was a sound from the next room.

"Five and a half million. ”

"Six million. ”

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

In the corner, Ye Feng was closing his eyes to recuperate, although this Zixiao Sword was not a weak killing sword, it was far from being able to enter his magic eyes.

"Eight million. ”

"Eight million three hundred thousand. ”

"Nine million. ”

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

"Ten million. Just then, a voice came from the corner.

Ye Feng, who closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes, because the person who bid for the competitor Zixiao Sword was the white-haired young man at the table next to him.

Ye Feng was stunned, even he didn't think much of Zixiao Sword, this unfathomable white-haired young man would bid to compete, so he couldn't figure it out.

Looking at the white-haired young man again, he was leisurely sipping fine wine, Shengxue's white hair swayed gently, coupled with his white clothes, making him look particularly bright in this heavenly pavilion.

After he raised the price, the voices of those competitors were annihilated, and the strong men with vicious eyes seemed to see the identity of the white-haired young man, and they all warned their juniors not to touch the mold.

Youdu auction, the first item, the grade is not low, the competition is not very fierce, and the short time is somewhat unexpected.

"If no one raises the price, this Zixiao Sword will be the white-haired Daoist's. On the clouds, Bai Weng glanced down, and when he saw that no one had raised the price, he waved his hand and took the Zixiao Sword back into his sleeve.

Flicking his sleeves again, a bronze small tripod appeared in front of Bai Weng, the small tripod was engraved with road patterns, blooming with great light, although it was only as big as a palm, but it revealed a majestic atmosphere.

"Qinglong Ding, the reserve price is five million. Bai Weng held Xiao Ding in the palm of his hand.

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

"Seven million. ”

"Seven and a half million. ”

"Eight million. ”

The voices of shouting came and went, and they had a look of ambition for this little ding.

Ye Feng took a sip of the wine, but he didn't mean to bid, although this Xiao Ding was of a higher grade than Zixiao Sword, it still didn't meet his standard.

He glanced sideways, and glanced at the white-haired young man not far away, only to find that the white-haired young man had no intention of making a move.

Ye Feng muttered in his heart, secretly saying that the white-haired young man's personality was weird, he was so generous with Zixiao Sword, but he ignored Xiao Ding, who was of a higher grade, which made him a little puzzled.

In the blink of an eye, the small tripod below had already sold for a high price of 13 million, and looking at the posture, this 13 million spirit stone could not take this small green dragon tripod.

"Fourteen million, I received it from the Moon Worship Holy Sect. Above, Xu Kang's voice came.

This guy spoke arrogantly, and he also talked about the Moon Worship Holy Sect, as if he was afraid that others would not know his origin.

Suddenly, the Yan Qi below died down, leaving aside these fourteen million spirit stones, just this behemoth of the Moon Worship Holy Sect was not something that ordinary Void Netherworld powerhouses could provoke.

The people who bid before sighed secretly with regret on their faces, looked at the Qinglong Ding helplessly, and sat back in place.

"Since there is no one to increase the price, this green dragon will be owned by the Moon Worship Holy Sect. Bai Weng glanced around, and when he saw that no one was bidding, he waved his sleeves and accepted the Qinglong Ding.

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 divine light, which was shining, terrifying, and revealing terrifying aura fluctuations.

"The reserve price is six million, and the auction is open. Bai Weng was not pretentious, and his voice echoed in the Heavenly Pavilion.

"Six and a half million. "A purple-clothed Taoist below, bid first.

"Zhu Wen, you are such a small 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'm out of seven million. The white-haired old man smiled darkly.

Zhu Wen's expression was cold, and he snorted coldly, "When I'm afraid that you won't succeed, I'll add another million, eight million." ”

"Nine million. The white-haired old man's expression was also a little colder, and his whole body exuded a cold aura.

The entire Tiange is full of 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 secluded auction is not as calm as it seems, but in fact, secretly, these people are fighting.

Just like Zhu Wen and the white-haired old man at this time, no matter who took the gossip mirror in the end, after the auction, outside the secluded capital, there will inevitably be an abnormal battle.

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.

As the number of competitors continued to increase, the price of this gossip mirror skyrocketed to as much as fifteen million.

"Am I going to intervene too? In front of the jade table, Ye Feng touched his chin, this gossip mirror had already entered his eyes, it was definitely a fierce magic weapon that was not weaker than the Tianji Bow.

"This is only the third auction item, and it has been auctioned at such a high price, and the treasure behind it is not against the sky. Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After all, he resisted the impulse, and his spirit stones naturally had a lot, adding up to nearly fifty million, but they were all used to bid for elixirs.

Ye Feng began to regret it a little, if he had known that this Youdu had such a grand auction, he should have moved all the spirit stones from the Yin Mountain Sacred Domain Vault here, making him shrink back now.

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.

At this time, the fourth auction item has been taken out by Bai Weng, it is still a spiritual weapon, it is a delicate tower, glowing with colorful divine light, and the colorful Shenxia lingering around the side is like a swimming dragon.

"Colorful and exquisite tower, the reserve price is eight million. ”

The influence of the Colorful Exquisite Pagoda seemed to be greater than the previous three spiritual weapons, and as soon as it was taken out, the atmosphere in the Heavenly Pavilion instantly became hot, and the important thing was that the Great Gate Sect had joined the battle.

"Nine million. ”

"Ten million. ”

"Eleven million. ”

The Great Gate Sect entered the battle, and this auction became very lively, especially the hostile sects, which finally found a reason to fight, and howls resounded in the Heavenly Pavilion.

In addition to the competition, there was a strong smell of gunpowder wafting in this heavenly pavilion, and each of them was full of cold light, if it weren't for the prohibition of fighting here, I'm afraid that these big sects would have jumped out of the scuffle.

There are many Great Chu sects, and the major inheritances are endless, and all kinds of grievances have been around for a long time.

At this time, the auction of Youdu gathered them here and provided them with a good platform, although they could not fight bloodily, but at least they could play a life-long battle on the price, but the premise was that you had to be rich.

"Fifteen million. Below, a gray-haired old man gritted his teeth, and finally shouted out the price.

"What, do the people of the Huangshan Sect want to be destroyed?" In the private room above, a sneer came, and if you listen carefully, it is the voice of the Tang Dynasty.

This guy and Xu Kang are also all the way, relying on him as a disciple of the Heavenly List, relying on him as the sole ruler of the Ice Valley Sect, and he began to use his power to intimidate others again.

"I don't want it from the Huangshan Sect. When the gray-haired old Taoist heard this, he hurriedly abstained, for fear of angering the Tang Dynasty and causing a catastrophe for his sect.

"Count you as acquaintances. Song Yu's unbridled laughter came from the private room.

In the Tang Dynasty, Song Yu's behavior made many people look down on him, and these two undisciplined disciples of the Tianbang will always do that kind of disgusting thing.

Yo, yo, yo.

As soon as Song Yu's words fell, a sneer came from the private room opposite, "The Glacier Valley Sect is still as arrogant and arrogant as ever! ”

It was Yun Feiyang who spoke, speaking of which, he Yuntian Pavilion and the Glacier Valley Sect were still hostile, and the grievances between the two sects could be traced back to more than two thousand years ago, and in these long years, the battle between the two sects had never stopped.

"What, are you not convinced?" Yuan Ming of the Glacier Valley Sect snorted coldly, "If you don't accept it, you will increase the price!"

"I'm afraid you won't make it. Yun Feiyang sneered, "Fifteen million, I can afford to come out of Cloud Heaven Pavilion, I will add another million, sixteen million." ”

"Seventeen million. Before Yun Feiyang's words fell, the voice of the Tang Dynasty came immediately.

"Eighteen million. ”

"Twenty million. ”

The two sects directly ignored the rest of the competitors, and the Heavenly Pavilion was full of the voices of the two auctions, which made the people present sigh and sigh, such a battle is no longer something that they petty bourgeoisie can participate in.

"I also have mastered this Yin Mountain Sacred Domain, why do I have every courage?" Ye Feng began to complain again, he still didn't get more spirit stones out of the Yin Mountain Sacred Domain, otherwise, this secluded auction would definitely be more lively.

This battle between the open and the dark lasted for a quarter of an hour before it came to an end, and Yuntian Pavilion failed to photograph the Colorful Exquisite Tower as he wished.

In the private room of Yuntian Pavilion, Yun Feiyang held the wine glass leisurely, and did not have the slightest resentment for failing to photograph the colorful exquisite tower, but had a happy face.

Although he coveted this Linglong Pagoda, it was not to the point that it had to be, he didn't plan to participate, but the Glacier Valley Sect participated, and he, the young master of the Cloud Heaven Pavilion, naturally wouldn't let the Glacier Valley Sect easily get the Linglong Pagoda.

Indeed, his appearance made the Glacier Valley Sect spend nearly 10 million spirit stones, and speaking of which, in this battle, their Cloud Heaven Pavilion was a small victory.

The Tang Dynasty on the other side had extremely gloomy faces, and their eyes burst out with a cold glow.

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