The auction hall in the middle of "Thousand Mountains and Twilight Snow" is shaped like a blue and white porcelain bowl, and only the bottom is the size of a hundred zhang. In the middle of the bottom is the auction table, which is covered with a strong protective formation, and there is a huge stone tablet on which the auction items can be clearly displayed.

The auction table is surrounded by VIP seats, and then it is divided into ten areas from low to high, and there are not enough dense seats.

High in the sky, there are ten small pavilions hanging in the air, each pavilion has its own characteristic style, the outer door of the pavilion, are also engraved with unique logos, there are sword shapes, moon shapes, Taiji diagrams, etc., it represents the ten major sects of cultivation in Middle Earth.

These ten pavilions are obviously independent places built by the "Thousand Mountains and Twilight Snow" for the ten major sects.

Higher, a transparent light mask appeared, and the snow fell on the light mask, and magically disappeared.

At this moment, the "Thousand Mountains and Twilight Snow" auction hall is crowded and full. For a while, it was full of voices and extremely noisy.

Many monks are looking at the monks of these ten major sects with their heads held high, with admiration, longing, resentment, love, and hatred in their eyes.

"Look at the Heavenly Immortal Gate, the blue-robed old man headed by is the Ten Elders Zhao Juejian, Xiu Wei has stepped into the realm of peeping, and the extraordinary young man behind him is the Tianjiao of the younger generation, Zhao Tiange! I heard that this person only uses one sword every time he strikes, and he is extremely strong! The monk standing next to him is not bad, it is Yang Shibu who kills one person in ten steps!" A short-bearded monk seemed to have some knowledge, and proudly introduced to a thin monk next to him.

"I see, brother Tai is so knowledgeable!" Although the monk was thin, his eyes were unusually bright, and his eyes suddenly swept over the pavilion where the Moon God clan was, and found that there was a middle-aged woman in purple on it. The middle-aged woman in purple frowned, her eyes scanning the crowd, as if she was looking for something.

The short-bearded monk hurriedly said: "Little brother, the Moon God clan can't look at it much, this faction is crazy, and it must not be provoked! That purple-clothed female cultivator is Elder Ziyun, although her cultivation is in the peeping period, she has a violent temperament, acts ruthlessly, and her strength is also very amazing, she has fought several real-world cultivators without falling behind!"

The thin monk nodded, a faint smile on his face, and looked at the other sects.

The short-bearded monk introduced all the monks of the various sects like a few family treasures, but no one from the Infinite Zen Sect and the Haoran Academy had yet appeared.

The thin little monk also took a closer look at the elder disciples of each major sect, and the various major sects participating in this auction all sent an elder to peep into the real realm, the more famous Yin and Yang Dao Sect Zhang Fengshan, the Demon Cultivator One Vein Candle Nine Yin, and the Soul Cultivation One Vein Elder Sun Wuxian are all here, but the disciples behind them are common. The three of them kept looking at everyone in the Moon God Clan, especially paying attention to the Purple Elder's every move.

The thin monk frowned, especially after taking a few more glances at the candle nine yin, his expression was solemn.

The Wu clan led the team with an old woman with a bull scepter, and the three disciples behind her were dressed in rags, like beggars. Danzong led the team by an old man in a Dan robe with white eyebrows, but behind him was a young man who was not smiling very seriously, and next to him was a girl with a sallow face and very smart eyes.

The short-bearded monk couldn't name them, but the skinny monk smiled when he saw the young girl.

In the end, the skinny monk's attention was all focused on the Netherworld.

The leader of the team in the Netherworld Palace was a masked female cultivator who was covered in black gas, but the three young monks behind her, the short-bearded monk, were the Thirteen You, the Youli and the Youqing.

"Little brother, this Netherworld Palace's exercises are the most weird, I have seen Netherworld Palace monks summon countless dead corpses, and that dead corpse still has a good cultivation, it is terrifying!"

The thin monk looked intently at the people of the Netherworld, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the masked nun's sharp eyes caught the thin friar, and with a cold snort, an invisible force stabbed the thin monk's soul.

The thin monk snorted, his face turned slightly pale, and he quickly lowered his head, and after a little hesitation, a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Stupid, you're still staring!" the short-bearded monk's face turned pale, "If I'm going to be miserable by you, I'll have to run first!"

The thin friar's expression was as usual, and he felt that the masked nun looked away, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before slowly raising his head. A glance at the masked nun who didn't pay attention to him anymore was secretly relieved.

Many of the monks present noticed this scene, and their faces showed sarcasm.

"What kind of goods is this, how dare you be disrespectful to the Netherworld?"

However, at this moment, above the attic of the Netherworld Palace, a slender black shadow flashed out suddenly, and only the unusually clear slap sound of "snap" was heard, and the masked nun screamed miserably, and actually fell from the pavilion and fell heavily to the ground.

The monks in the audience were suddenly silent, and they were all stunned. Who is so bold as to dare to move the Netherworld Palace here? Besides, that masked female cultivator is a cultivator who has seen the real world, and she was actually knocked down to the attic by a slap?

I saw that the masked female cultivator spurted out a mouthful of blood, trembled and struggled all over, and knelt down towards the slender black shadow, as if she was extremely frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "Worship...... Meet, see less...... Young Master!"

In the attic of the Netherworld Palace, all the disciples also knelt down and said in unison, "Meet the young master!" Those disciples, including the Thirteen Shadows, all bowed their heads deeply, looking very afraid.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar: When did the young master appear in the Netherworld Palace?

The monks of the ten major sects even focused their attention on the slender black shadow. Ziyun, Zhang Fengshan, Eldest Sun Wuxie, Candle Jiuyin and other peep cultivators all showed surprise on their faces, and even Zhao Juejian, who had the highest cultivation in the audience, also frowned.

The young master of the Netherworld Palace was actually a young girl, but she was dressed in extremely strange clothes, wearing black tights of unknown material, clinging to her delicate body, outlining an extremely attractive curve.

I saw that her slender waist was full of hands, and her legs were slender and well-proportioned, and the proportion was not more than one point, and it was not less than one point, it was simply the ultimate perfection.

Her hair was tied up in the air, shrunk into a bunch, revealing a swan-white neck. The strand of hair was slightly curved and hung up to her waist, and the tail was curled in an arc.

Such a strange costume has never been seen in Middle-earth, and the monks only thought it was very strange at first, but after looking at it for a long time, they only felt that it was becoming more and more beautiful and attractive, and gradually developed a fatal attraction!

"Humph!"

A voice full of endless killing power came from the mouth of the young master of the Netherworld Palace, and all the monks instantly felt that they were in the Netherworld Purgatory, and an extreme sense of fear came from their hearts, and they suddenly felt cold all over their bodies, and their meridian spiritual power was sticky.

All the monks suddenly came to their senses, and they all felt a chill in their hearts, only to find that they couldn't see the face of the young master of the Netherworld Palace at all, as if there was a mysterious magic that covered her face, and only revealed a pair of daunting eyes.

The pair of wonderful eyes were extremely clear, but when I saw the pair of dark pupils, it was like being in purgatory, and I didn't dare to look at it at all.

"This person ...... This person ...... "In the inconspicuous corner, the thin monk stared straight at the young master of the Netherworld, and his heart began to beat wildly for no reason, "What a terrible Netherworld power!" Moreover, looking at her pair of eyes, it was like ...... It's like the Nine Abysses I've ever been to!"

"And, and why did I have such a strange feeling when I first saw this person, it was really ...... There are no words to describe it!"

This skinny monk is Yingtian!

In order not to attract attention, he launched the breathing technique with all his strength, changing his body shape, timbre and even breath! I wanted to keep a low profile, but I didn't expect to be injured by the masked female cultivator. What's even more incredible is that the young master of the Netherworld Palace actually injured the masked nun again.

Just when everyone was staring blankly at the young master of the Netherworld Palace, something even more incredible happened: the masked female cultivator who was kneeling on the ground suddenly raised her right hand and two fingers, and actually inserted her own eyes, only to hear her scream, and actually gouged out the bloodshot eyes!

I saw that the young master of the Netherworld Palace sat down slowly, his slender beautiful legs were overlapped, Erlang's legs were cocked, and he was playing with a black and gloomy long sword in his hand, and said coldly: "Get out!"

The masked nun who knelt on the ground shook again, her face showed gratitude, and after knocking her head three times, her body turned into a black shadow and disappeared in an instant.

The cold word "roll" made the monks present tremble, and an endless chill arose in their hearts, and they no longer dared to look at the young master of the Netherworld.

However, many of the monks turned their eyes to the thin monk, and the monks around him also left him far away, leaving a large area of space. A fool can also see that the young master of the Netherworld Palace is actually angry with this skinny monk.

"That monk is sloppy and short, and his cultivation is even weaker, this is a lowly monk, how can he have anything to do with the young master of the Netherworld?"

This was the biggest question in the minds of the monks, but none of them dared to ask.

What kind of realm should it be to slap over the cultivation of a monk who has seen the reality realm? Who would dare to cause trouble?

Yingtian only felt very helpless, as if no matter how much he changed, he couldn't keep a low profile. The young master of the moon god is just that, dressed up as the cultivation of the years, and has become the target of everyone, and now he has just changed his appearance, and it is still the same. "If you really can't do it, you will withdraw first, but you don't have to participate in this auction!"

Suddenly, I heard the elder of the Heavenly Immortal Sect, Zhao Juejian, laugh and said, "We didn't know that the Netherworld Palace had canonized the young master! This girl's Netherworld Divine Power is amazing, the old man admires it, I don't know what to call it?"

The young master of the Netherworld Palace completely ignored Zhao Juejian, his eyes only glanced at Yingtian, who was about to leave the auction, and snorted heavily: "Waste!"

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