The charming woman saw Cheng Yixue's expression suddenly became stern, and she couldn't help but sigh secretly at the impermanence of the old monster's temperament; immediately, the woman put down the unrealistic thoughts in her heart, and took a hat from the Xuantai on one side and handed it to Cheng Yixue.

"Senior, you only need to wear this thing to isolate the snooping of the gods, and ordinary immortal cultivators can't see through the situation. The woman said, Cheng Yixue had used her divine thoughts to probe other people who were wearing hats before, and it was indeed as the woman said, which could prevent divine thoughts from snooping.

In fact, what can really prevent the divine thoughts from snooping on is just a circle of black yarn attached to the hat, Cheng Yixue can't see what kind of thing this black yarn is refined, and even he has never heard of anything similar in the immortal cultivation world, with these doubts, it also makes him very curious about this Demon Luo Palace.

Cheng Yixue put on the hat, and then performed the form transformation technique, making his body shrink by a few inches, looking much shorter, and then turned around and left the rest area, and then walked into the auction hall.

As soon as I entered the hall, I found that there were already many people sitting in it, all of them were monks of the Yuan Infant Realm, there were hundreds of people, and in the center of the hall there were some wooden chairs arranged on both sides, and many old monsters were sitting on the wooden chairs, or closing their eyes to recuperate, or leisurely drinking tea, or enjoying the caress of the maid behind them.

At the top, there is a long metal wide table, which is three zhang long, but because the whole hall is a hundred zhang in size, the wide table is placed on the top, and it is not conspicuous; however, what surprised Cheng Yixue was. On top of the wide table, a huge mouth with fangs was carved into the shape of devouring. It's very hideous.

Such a statue can be similar to the style of the Demon Dao, and I don't know what kind of power this Demon Luo Hall is, but this kind of thought is only for a moment in Cheng Yixue's mind; then, looking back, I saw that there was still a vacant seat in the last place, and Cheng Yixue immediately walked towards the last row.

For Cheng Yixue's walk-in. The many old monsters present only glanced at him casually and did not pay any more attention, and on either side of him sat two men with hats on their heads; Opposite Cheng Yixue, there sat a fat monk in a loose brocade robe.

This monk was two or three times the size of the ordinary, and there was fat hidden under the huge head, and the placket of his chest was propped up, revealing a black chest hair; Cheng Yixue only felt that this person looked like a rich man in the world; This man was an early infant monk.

Behind this person. It was a delicate-looking woman who was seriously kneading it, while the fat monk looked pleasant, squinting his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep; Cheng Yixue was secretly speechless after seeing it, and then, he didn't look at it anymore.

When I want to close my eyes and recuperate, I don't want to, Fang is at this time. The mutation was abruptly abrupt, and suddenly I heard a "pop!" sound, and then. A swearing voice said, "Bastard, who made you use such force, could it be that you want to murder me?"

Cheng Yixue stared away, only to see that the fat monk was furious at the moment, full of anger, and asked loudly to the woman behind him, and after the woman was slapped by the fat monk, her white face swelled, and tears gathered, but she didn't dare to shed it, she could only roll in her eyes.

The woman didn't speak, but she didn't want the fat monk to have a fierce look in his eyes, and the aura on his body flickered, and his words said with a hint of ethereal: "If you don't speak, but you just acquiesce; hmph, it's really self-defeating, since you dare to murder me, you can't end it so lightly; in this way, in the future, you will be a slave under Wei's seat; after you sincerely repent, you will return here, are you willing?"

The woman in black trembled, and her tearful eyes couldn't help but look at Cheng Yixue's opposite; her beautiful appearance was full of begging; the monks on both sides of Cheng Yixue, after a few glances, moved her gaze away, and the woman finally looked at Cheng Yixue.

Cheng Yixue also looked at the woman's eyes through the black veil on the hat, and from her pupils, she could see her own figure; that seemed to be the woman's only desire, although Cheng Yixue wanted to make herself more casual, but she couldn't pretend to be blind; and even more, the tears were very similar to another black figure.

At this time, the monk surnamed Nawei sneered a little, unscrupulously put a pair of big palms on the woman's cheeks, the delicate body was thin, and her face was full of triumph; the woman bit her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound; her trembling body kept retreating, and tears slowly flowed down.

The moment she retreated, her vision was blurred, Cheng Yixue didn't see her figure in the clear pupils again; at that moment, it seemed that she was retreating; in the bright hall, the indifference of everyone seemed a little cold, and in this atmosphere, it was filled with an obscene and evil smile; Cheng Yixue looked at the fat body, and her eyes couldn't help but be cold.

"Let go of her!" Finally, in the depressing atmosphere, Cheng Yixue suddenly spoke, with an unusual coldness in her words.

Hearing this, the monks present were all stunned, and they all looked at Cheng Yixue, their eyes full of surprise, puzzlement, or something else.

In fact, in such an underground secret market, most of these women have suffered, been forced by the Moluo Palace, or bought and sold, and their fate is also in the hands of the Moluo Palace, and generally, it is normal for women to be molested by monks, and the Moluo Hall will not offend many Yuanying monks for these people.

The Yuanying monks present naturally would not take the initiative to meddle in such a matter; after all, not only could they not get the slightest benefit, but it was also very easy to provoke a great enemy; it was no wonder that the monks present would look at Cheng Yixue with such strange eyes.

After the fat monk surnamed Nawei noticed Cheng Yixue's words, his body couldn't help but stagnate, and then he looked back at Cheng Yixue; when he saw Cheng Yixue wearing a hat, he couldn't help but cast a mocking smile, and then continued to force the woman away.

"I'll say it one last time, let her go!" Cheng Yixue's eyes froze, and her words were already filled with murderous intent.

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However, something unexpected happened to Cheng Yixue, only to see that the fat monk didn't hear Cheng Yixue's words, and forced the woman to fall into the corner by himself, and continued to be thin; Cheng Yixue's face was angry, and he cursed secretly; Then, something strange happened.

I saw Cheng Yixue's arm, and suddenly the blood light rose sharply, and then, when the blood light of the entire palm squirmed, a blood-colored magic knife suddenly condensed, which was terrifying.

Immediately, I saw Cheng Yixue swing it with one palm; the next moment, the blood knife slashed through the curved arc and slashed towards the fat monk; the fat monk also noticed Cheng Yixue's spell, and in a hurry, he hurriedly dodged; the blood knife fell directly on the corner of the hall, making a rumbling sound.

The whole hall trembled, but there was a defensive formation in the hall, and when it was, only the yellow light on the wall was lit up, dented by the power of the blood knife, but soon, it was restored to its original state.

After the fat monk dodged aside, the woman in black cast a grateful glance at Cheng Yixue, and then walked quickly behind Cheng Yixue, clinging to Cheng Yixue, not daring to leave a step.

The fat monk looked at the trembling light curtain, his heart was furious, and after the fat on his face twitched a few times, he couldn't help but shout: "Who are you, you dare to meddle in Wei's affairs, is it possible that you are looking for death?"

Hearing this, Cheng Yixue didn't want to pay attention to this person at all; immediately, her eyes were slightly closed, and she looked like she was recuperating; the woman behind her was still afraid in her heart, but she was also very interested in pouring tea and kneading for Cheng Yixue.

After seeing this scene, the man surnamed Wei was even more furious, and immediately stopped saying anything; then, he saw that his palms were spread, and a dark golden light flashed, and then he wanted to shoot at Cheng Yixue; when the woman in black saw this scene, she couldn't help but remind Cheng Yixue softly in her ear, but seeing that Cheng Yixue didn't care, her expression was relaxed; the woman kept silent, but she was extremely afraid in her heart.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.

"Could it be that in the eyes of the two Daoists, my Moluo Hall is a place for private fighting? Since the two Daoists can come here, they must not know the rules of my Moluo Palace, right?" I heard a questioning voice from outside the hall, and immediately, I saw a green light suddenly flash from outside, and then, a figure appeared in front of the high platform.

Cheng Yixue looked at the person on the high platform, and saw a middle-aged man who was about fifty years old and had a somewhat treacherous face, dressed in green, looking coldly at Cheng Yixue and the monk surnamed Nawei.

"Haha, who am I, it turned out to be Brother Dou, Brother Dou should not question Wei at will; the previous matter, all the Taoist friends here must have seen it very clearly, and they were just teasing a slave; but they never made a move; but this person is the first person who has broken the rules of your palace for so many years. When the fat monk saw the man on the high platform, he couldn't help but smile and said.

"The previous matter, Dou is very clear, however, in this auction, Dou is just auctioning as the auctioneer's abbot; but the auction place of this hall is not a place for you to fight privately; in addition, if the maids of this hall are not of their own volition, otherwise, it is not something you can do at will, and I hope that the two Taoist friends will respect themselves. ”

"However, before, the main hall was searching for some good furnaces overseas, which will be auctioned at this auction; if any Taoist friend has a fancy to it, you can bid for it, and when the time comes, you can bring it back to your own place and do whatever you want. The monk surnamed Dou said indifferently.

After hearing this, Cheng Yixue finally understood what the silver-haired old man said that day: this kind of auction really can't be carried out openly, and borrowing the furnace ding to cultivate, in the world of cultivating immortals, there are many people who think it is evil magic. (To be continued)(To be continued......