readx;“ Do you have identification?" In front of a desolate bronze door, there stood a strong monk, who faintly exuded the aura of a transfiguration realm, and asked expressionlessly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Wind Forest Storm said, and respectfully handed over a bronze medal that had been prepared to the guard monk. "Eight bronze medals, two ordinary seats. The monk who guarded the door shook his hand, and the bronze medal flew back into the hands of the storm in the blink of an eye, and the closed bronze door opened silently at this moment, and the scene inside the door was pitch black, like a huge mouth that chose people to devour, mysterious and unpredictable. "Huh?" Seeing that Luochen was slow to enter, the monk who guarded the gate snorted impatiently, and when Luochen saw this, he did not hesitate and stepped into the bronze door. "What are the tokens of the two?" From the dark to the bright, behind the bronze door is a wide platform, and the so-called auction will have the shadow of some movie theaters. The woman who asked was wearing a red slit cheongsam, with a hot figure, convex and backward, but after seeing the bronze medal of the storm, her attitude immediately changed from smiling to cold, and the charm on her face suddenly lost her enthusiasm. "Ordinary seats, please. The cheongsam woman said coldly. Feng Lin Storm was suddenly a little embarrassed, after all, it was undoubtedly a shame for a man to make a woman despise. Luochen took all this into his eyes, he didn't have any feelings about the power of receiving women, this kind of thing seems to be born with human nature, things don't touch him, he is too lazy to meddle with things, and chooses to watch coldly. Following the cheongsam woman, through a narrow to wide passage, greeted by thousands of seats, Luochen looked up at the light in front of the curtain, and found that the whole audience was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere, as if the slightest wind and grass would be suppressed in situ. As if seeing Luochen's doubts, Feng Lin Storm said: "The entire auction will be set up by Tianweaving to set up a spiritual treasure Tianluo Net, but if anyone disturbs the order, it will be wiped out by Tianluo Nets in an instant." "The power of a first-grade spirit treasure is equivalent to a full blow at the peak of the Thorn Peak Realm, but for Tianweaving, a first-grade spirit treasure is nothing more than scrap iron. The task of the cheongsam woman ...... "cough cough" was completed, but her expression became more and more impatient. Luochen comprehended, his sleeve robe shook, and the treasure bag containing twenty low-level island Shuo suddenly fell into the hands of the cheongsam woman, and the cheongsam woman replied with a look that counted her acquaintance, and then twisted her plump buttocks and disappeared at the end of the corridor. "The reception of one physical realm alone took away all the islands that I could receive in a month when I was a Yellow Rank disciple. Looking at the empty treasure bag, Luochen couldn't cry or laugh, and now I'm afraid that I have to go off the rails to get the spiritual weapon. "The three are the five white gold medals, and they can go to the VIP room on the second floor. A respectful voice came into Luochen's ears, and he followed the sound and saw the trio of Demoiselles and Hats on the edge of one side, and the three seemed to suffer from eye sensitivity, and immediately set their eyes on Luochen. Feeling that the divine consciousness of the Thorn Peak Realm was constantly wandering on his body, and the dust head was as big as an ox, for fear that exposing Peng's existence would lead to death, he hurriedly pulled up the wind forest storm and escaped into the thousands of seats. "Big brother, this kid is afraid of life. The Monk named Falling Summer laughed. "Being glared at by your vicious look, the little ghost is afraid of three points!" said the fourth Luo Ye angrily. "Well, it's time to talk to him when it's over. The boss Luo Fan interrupted, and took the lead on the second floor, the VIP room was made of a curtain made of cowhide to block the divine consciousness in all directions downstairs, there were fresh fruit and qiong brew in the room, and there were three beautiful maids with cartilage and thin waists waiting beside them, Luo Fan waved his hand and removed the beautiful maid, closed his eyes and recuperated, waiting for the opening. "A Taoist friend from all over the world, the old decay dragon Chang Yi, was entrusted to preside over this auction, and before the start, the old decay first said a few rules. In front of thousands of seats, a pale-haired old man walked out from behind the scenes, holding a gavel, and said with a smile. "First, in this auction, only Island Shuo can be bid, and no bartering will be accepted. Second, after the consignment is auctioned, the auction will charge the sender a 10% handling fee. Thirdly, it is strictly forbidden to disturb and threaten bidders at auctions. "Now I invite Miss Manners to come to the stage and show the first lot of the sale, Fusang Branch. A beautiful woman with pointed ears and an elf-like appearance was wearing a hollow crochet flower skirt, twisting her plump hips and thin waist, holding a jade plate in her hand, and walked to the front of the stage. "The branch dropped by the ancient sacred tree Fuso is said to be the key to unlocking the treasure of the Golden Crow, and the starting price is one hundred middle-tier island Shuo. Long Changyi's voice immediately pulled the atmosphere of the audience, and the sound of bidding was never heard for a while. "One hundred and fifty dollars. "Two hundred. "Three hundred. "1,300 yuan!" As soon as this price came out, the audience was silent, and the instant price increase of 1,000 yuan showed the determination of the bidder to win, plus the voice came from the second floor where the divine consciousness was isolated, either a dignitary or a dignitary, and the thousands of people in the ordinary seat naturally would not convulsive and compete again, and they all chose to watch the wind in silence. As the host of this auction, Long Changyi frowned, the value of the Fusang branch is far more than a thousand pieces of middle-level island Shuo, if it is auctioned at the price of 1,300 pieces of middle-level island Shuo, it will undoubtedly cause the auction to suffer losses, just as he was about to introduce the wonder of the Fusang branch again, a voice sounded like gospel. "Two thousand. "The one who made the offer was the penniless dust.

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