With the ghost wolf helping Han to leave injured, the belonging of the Pulse Pulse Pill already has a home. However, no one could have imagined that this auction would end in such a plot.

The crowd of black oppressors dispersed like a low tide, but their eyes vaguely swept over Yang Hao's delicate face, and secretly listed it as an object that Xuanfu City would never provoke, after all, a strong person like Sikong Xingxing gave an order at will, and I was afraid that the power of the entire city would collapse immediately.

Song Yun stayed in place and stared at Yang Hao's delicate face, there was a look of doubt between his eyebrows, there was only one identity token of this level, and it had a lot of power, a pulse pill in another area, even if it was to move his position, it was not too difficult.

According to it, when Sikong picked up the star when he was young, he was quite romantic, could it be that this son was the pavilion master's......

Fixed the suspicious gaze on Yang Hao's facial features, which may be the reason for the psychological suggestion, the two faces were originally very different, but in Song Yun's eyes, there was a vague similarity, and immediately, he snorted, and his eyebrows were crooked and he smiled and groaned.

"I don't know, what does my brother have to do with our chief cabinet master. The words are quite tactful, and there is a hint of flattery.

Yang Hao's face did not move, and he really knew the meaning of Song Yun's words in his heart, eighty percent of this guy thought that I had some kind of kinship with Sikong Xingxing.

"Hey, hey, this guy's imagination is pretty good. In his mind, Boss Bai held back a smile and teased.

"This guy's vision is too bad!" Yang Hao replied helplessly.

"Do you want to use this identity to knock a good bamboo pole!" Boss Bai said a few words, and Yang Hao's eyes lit up when he listened.

After a period of silence, Yang Hao's face in Song Yun's eyes kept changing, from a slight anger at first, to a later rise in the corners of his mouth, and even a low moan like a hungry wolf.

For some reason, hearing this kind of laughter, even Song Yun, who was in the eighth vein, felt as if he was being targeted by some monster, and his back was cold, and he felt a little trembling.

"That's it! Brother Song!"

With a smile on the corner of his eyebrows, Yang Hao grabbed Song Yun's shoulder with one hand, opened his stomach, and instantly conjured up a series of nonsense, like a surging river.

After nearly four hours of chatter, Yang Hao successfully brainwashed Song Yun with his incorruptible color, although he did not understand, but he also focused on depicting his unusual relationship with Sikong Xingxing.

"Okay, that's it!" Yang Hao nodded, his face was not red, and he looked at Song Yun in the clouds without panting.

"En!" In fact, Song Yun, who was confused, could only grit his teeth and force himself to agree.

"That's it! Since I have this token, I don't know if I should say it or not!" The corners of his mouth rose, and Yang Hao's palm kept rubbing his chin, meaning something.

Song Yun chuckled in his heart and responded with an ominous premonition.

"What?"

"When I came, the Sikong Pavilion Master, let me practice hard with all my heart, but I don't have anything to cultivate recently, cough cough! I don't know ...... Brother Song" At this point, Yang Hao wanted to speak and stopped, staring at Song Yun with blazing eyes.

Song Yun, who had lived for most of his life, swore that he had never seen such a look, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he was a hungry gluttonous man in front of him.

"In this way, it is not difficult for Brother Song, it seems that the personnel arrangements of this auction pavilion will change recently. Constantly playing with the quaint token in his hand, Yang Hao shook his head with a smile and said regretfully.

As soon as the seemingly unintentional words came out, it made Song Yun's heart tremble, the person in charge of the auction pavilion of Xuanfu City was a fat man, and many people's eyes were red, but with this identity token alone, it was enough to prove that the relationship between the two was not shallow.

"Okay! Today, I will open the treasure building of my Xuanfu City Auction Pavilion and let Brother Yang Hao choose five pieces at will! No, no, no, how about three treasures!" Almost pinching the meat of his thighs, Song Yun stretched out the five fingers of his palm with a tangled expression, but when Yang Hao turned back with a smile on his face, he quickly withdrew his two fingers.

"Okay! Brother Song did this to me today! I think the position of the head of the Xuanfu City Auction Pavilion will not change for a hundred years. Holding back a smile, Yang Hao didn't make a draft.

Often relieved, Song Yun, who had a painful face, cried and took Yang Hao around with a sad face, and nearly half an hour later, he came to a tall attic like the Tang Dynasty.

After looking around and making sure that there was no one, Song Yun took out a strange black stone from his sleeve robe, and pressed it towards a depression at the door, a dull click sounded, and the heavy door was disconnected from the two sides, and then a golden light shone on Yang Hao's face like a wooden man.

"Brother Yang Hao, we're all right! we can only take three things!" Song Yun led the way, and before he finished speaking, he saw a blue light and shadow flash in his eyes, and a cry containing infinite regret sounded in the Treasure Pavilion.

"Brother Yang! That is a low-grade defensive treasure weapon two-sided Xuanbao Mirror! It has been set by someone, and you can't take it. ”

"Eh, my lord, this is a fourth-order elixir, the Fallen God Ice Lotus!"

"Okay, okay! Don't try the Eight Desolation Talismans, the remnants of the fifth order, put them back in that box, yes, yes, yes! It's in a box like a withered cucumber in front of you, and when the time comes, it will explode, and when the time comes, whether it's us, even the entire Xuanfu City will be finished. ”

......

Zheng of the underground secret chamber of one of the most luxurious castle-like mansions in Xuanfu City

A man with bulging muscles like an iron tower, his eyes were extremely hollow and stood in place, and his palms were like gold and iron, and no one dared to look at his strength.

Three steps behind him, on a futon, there was an old man with his eyes closed and his breath terrifying, and when he looked at it, it was the old man of the Blood Skull, the deputy sect leader of the Ghost King Sect that Yang Hao met a few days ago.

The terrifying thing is that on the wide ground, there are hundreds of corpses lying in the horizontal seven vertical and vertical o, these people have undoubtedly received great injuries in their lives, their facial features are distorted to the extreme, and under the staggered wounds on the body, the blood with a little temperature continues to drip down, and the strange formations carved out of the ground are gathered together little by little, and they are rushing towards the blood skeletons made of crossed knees.

The dry palm like a ghost claw suddenly bent together, and a substantial cold flame suddenly rose from the palm of the hand, and after the flame condensed into a fist, the palm of the hand was raised, with a little spark, and plunged into the blood pool like a pool of water

The temperature rose suddenly, and it quickly evaporated, and the entire secret room instantly fell into a burst of extremely thick smell of blood

In a few moments, the huge pool of blood turned into a blood-colored lotus flower with rich vitality.

"Whew!" the blood skull sucked sharply, and the small lotus flower turned into a blood arrow into its mouth, as if it was a kind of pleasure, and the extremely pale cheeks were immediately covered with a layer of blood that was not very obvious.

When he opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed, and after a short period of inward vision, the blood skull was quite pleased to find that the injuries in his body had healed.

"Hmph, no one here can stop me now!" the Blood Skull sneered before shouting.

"Han Xuan! Shake the Phantom Soul Bell of the Three-Ring Demon Scorpion!"

With an order, Han Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground at the door, took out a palm-sized red bell from the storage ring, and after smiling fiercely, he used his aura and rushed towards the phantom soul bell.

"Dang!" is ethereal, like an outer sound.

However, the voice penetrated a short distance like a cloud of light, and then entered a closed room covered with soul fixing runes all around, and rang in the ears of a handsome young man with a spiritual cord tied to his body.

"Dangdang!"

The bell kept echoing in his ears, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge force stretched the spirit rope to a limit level, and strange gray-brown lines flashed on his body.

"Bang bang!" the spirit cord was broken and exploded, shattering on its back, burrowing out terrifying barbs of its own scorpions.

"Roar!" the roar of the real beast came from the throat of the human, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and a rapid figure crashed through the room covered with spirit runes, turning into a furious beast and rushing directly into the Zheng of Xuanfu City