Auction Pavilion, the loft in the center of Tianfu Shenchao City.

This attic is very majestic, with fairy light everywhere, forming a great world inside, enough to accommodate 100,000 people.

When Ye Chen came in, the auction pavilion was full.

After a quick glance, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh and said that all the people who came to participate in the auction were not ordinary people, including quasi-saints, and many of them were monks with great powers.

"Boy, here." In a corner, Old Dao Yan heard words.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and went straight to that corner. Old Taoist Yan was quite loyal and took him a seat.

As soon as Ye Chen sat down, Old Taoist Yan approached a little closer, his nose twitched, and he sniffed around Ye Chen. Those who didn’t know thought he was a dog? Those who didn’t know thought Ye Chen was a piece of shit?

"Are you sick?" Ye Chen cursed.

"I heard that you went to visit the kiln last night?" Old Dao Yan said, and he still winked at Ye Chen.

"Who did you listen to?"

"I calculated with my fingers and you did go to the kiln." Old Taoist Yan had a charlatan and a serious expression on his face. "It's not that Old Taoist, I'll tell you, it's not good to go to that place too much."

"I calculated with my fingers that you should have gone to eat shit last night." Ye Chen also said earnestly.

"It doesn't taste very good." Yan Chixia said, and even clenched her teeth.

"I saw it."

"These two guys..." Listening to the conversation between the two, the people sitting in front, behind and around them all cast meaningful gazes, and they especially valued the person who ate shit last night.

"See, that's the ancestor Huatian." Under the strange eyes of the four sides, Old Dao Yan pointed not far away.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen sat down one minute, looked in the direction pointed by Old Taoist Yan, and his eyes fell on a man covered in black robe.

"You can recognize him even if he covers up his appearance?" Ye Chen looked at Old Taoist Yan with disbelief.

"I underestimate me, right?" Old Dao Yan took out the wine gourd, "Old Dao, I have been exterminated with demons for nearly a thousand years, and I still have this kind of Taoist practice. Not to mention that he is covered in a black robe, even if he turns into a piece of shit, I will still recognize him."

"You are really destined to be with Shit." Ye Chen said, looking at the ancestor Huatian again. He was a quasi-saint, and he was not an ordinary quasi-saint. In terms of strength, he was not much weaker than Dharma power.

"People from the Ghost Emperor Sect." Ye Chen was looking at him, someone was surprised.

"Ghost Emperor Sect." Ye Chen murmured, and then looked at it. A young man with blood was walking in at the entrance. His whole body was shining with divine light, making people dare not look directly at it. There were two horns on his head. He looked like he was not a human cultivator. There were two old men following the young man, and they were all quasi-saints.

"What a domineering bloodline." Ye Chen stared at the blood-haired young man with horns, "It's even stronger than Hua Tian."

"That is the son of the Ghost Emperor Sect." Old Dao Yan said, "As you can see, he is not a human cultivator. He is an evil beast named Yao. It is rumored that their ancestors were Qiongqi, the prehistoric beasts, and their bloodlines are not ordinary domineering, and they are comparable to the holy body."

"Liang, Qiongqi." Ye Chen sighed. He had never heard of Liao before, but Qiongqi's name was well-known. It was a ferocious beast with the same blood as Taotie, and its bloodline was not weak.

"Even the Ghost Emperor Sect is here." There are still discussions below.

"There is Lingxiao Palace in front and the Ghost Emperor Sect behind. It seems that we are not doing anything about this auction."

"We're not doing anything."

"Interesting." The Ghost Emperor's Son smiled faintly and went straight to the third floor, with a playful smile on his lips. During this period, he also glanced at the Tianfu Shenchao and Lingxiao Palace's elegant rooms, with contempt in his eyes.

"It actually broke through before me." Looking at the Ghost Emperor's Son, Hua Tian's eyes were full of gloom.

"The goddess must have seen the power of the Ghost Emperor's Son." In the elegant courtesy of Lingxiao Palace, the old woman in black looked at Fairy Bibo, "War alone with her, the goddess is no match for her, let alone one-on-two."

"It's up to people." Fairy Bibo whispered, her expression was not rippling, and her eyes were looking at Ye Chen below.

"When will the fairy see me?" Ye Chen sent a voice.

"A moment."

"I understand." Ye Chen smiled slightly.

"Boy, you can take the baby you took, don't rush up everything." Old Taoist Yan poked Ye Chen.

"I understand this." Ye Chen clenched his ears. He was the most afraid of provoking enemies when attending the auction, and it was also the easiest to provoke enemies. Even the quasi-saint dared to come to the right place, let alone him. Perhaps only two giants, Lingxiao Palace and Ghost Emperor Sect, dared to come in openly.

"Silent." Amid the noise, a misty sound rang out.

As soon as these words came out, the lively auction pavilion suddenly became silent, and without exception, his eyes gathered towards the high platform ahead.

On the high platform, a white-haired old man had already walked up, with a fairy-like and elegant temperament. He was a quasi-saint. Compared to some evil people, he was more like a kind and gentle old man.

This person is the elder of the Tianfu Shen Dynasty, and Forget the ancient star is called Changshan Zhenren.

"As long as I did in the past, don't cause trouble." Changshan Zhenren smiled gently.

"Everything is understood."

"So, the auction begins." Zhenren Changshan said, then took out a red killing sword and floated in the air.

"What a handsome divine sword." There were many exclamations below, but they were all imperial cultivators, and the quasi-saints were closing their eyes to rest.

"The imperial realm magic weapon Red Flame, cast from the sky with red Xuanjin, the base price is 300,000 yuan, and the auction starts now."

“Thirty-five thousand.”

"I will produce 400,000 source stones."

"I'll collect it for half a million."

The real person Changshan just fell down, and someone made a bid. Once someone bids, there will be a chain reaction. The screams are one after another, and the scene is very lively, and the gunpowder smells strong. Several bidders have already appeared in a cold light, and they are quite stunning to start working on the spot.

After all, the first item of Wangguxing was sold for one million yuan, which caused a sigh below.

"A single bite of the sword from the imperial realm can be fryed to one million." In the corner, Old Dao Yan, holding his hands, grinned.

"That magic sword is not an ordinary person." Ye Chen said leisurely.

“That’s true.”

"The Canglong Divine Pearl has been soaked in Canglong's blood, and the base price is 300,000 yuan. Now the auction starts." On the high platform, Zhenren Changshan spoke again, and a purple spirit bead appeared in his hand, with fairy light shining everywhere.

“Thirty-five thousand.”

"I have collected the 500,000 source stones."

"If you want to collect the Canglong Divine Pearl after 500,000, I will pay 600,000."

"I said, where are you going?" When the auction was in full swing, Old Dao Yan looked at Ye Chen who had already stood up in shock.

"Peeing." Ye Chen replied casually.

"Why don't you suffocate you to death?" said Old Dao Yan, then he set his eyes on the high platform and looked at the auction with relish.

Ye Chen had already walked out, but it was not to pee, but to Fairy Bibo send him a message and ask him to go to the third floor of the private room.

Perhaps everyone's eyes were on the auction, and no one noticed him.

Um?

Just as he was about to go up to the third floor, Ye Chen couldn't help but glance at the auction pavilion, his eyes fixed on a figure among the crowd.

He was a scholar, full of scholarly spirit, and looked powerless. Although the auction was hot, he was calm and leisurely, and he was savoring the tea leisurely, and was indifferent to the Canglong Divine Pearl.

Disguised as a man!

Ye Chen murmured, and saw that the scholar was not a male cultivator, and he also found a familiar atmosphere from the scholar who was dressed as a man.

Who is it!

He muttered to himself again, and Ye Chen turned to the cloud level leading to the third level.

Underestimate you!

Ye Chen had just gone upstairs, and the scholar who was dressed as a man from a distance turned his head slightly, with a smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!