The huge Nether Pavilion fell into silence due to the silence of the prehistoric world.

Everyone, looked at them.

Everyone wants to see if these prehistoric ashes still need to be followed by the pit god.

If you want to say, the most outstanding one is the old man from the underworld.

As the person who presided over the auction, he was free and did not speak or speak, and only patted his shoulders with dust. It was like he was fine. After so many years of auctions, it was the most powerful dark horse that came from today. It pushed the auction again and again. It was this dark horse that made his income from Netherworld Pavilion more than ten times more.

By the way, he still has to thank Ye Chen.

Thinking of this, the old man in Netherworld glanced at Ye Chen with a slight indecision. The old eyes were full of profound meaning, just like before, he could not see Ye Chen, and he didn't know who Ye Chen was. It is worthy of affirmation that the man wearing a mask liked to make trouble with the prehistoric world.

Senior, after the auction, you have to reward me with some money. Ye Chen smiled and sent a message.

It’s easy to say. The old man from Youming smiled, and the two of them were tacit.

What? As the two of them were talking about their spiritual sense, a howl suddenly sounded. The thin old man beside Ye Chen slapped the table and stood up in a panic, and his voice was still very harsh.

It doesn't matter if his throat sounds, which shocked too many people and urinated.s1;

The thin old man ignored all directions and only looked at the quasi-emperors in the prehistoric world. He was whispering, and he didn't even add a price. He wanted to give a happy word. I was still waiting to see the immortal immortal gold? A true fire, what kind of thing can be more precious than the immortal gold? He also wanted to go up and leave with his hands in his arms. Ye Chen didn't say it, but he forgot that he had to stay away from this guy, otherwise he would die miserably by being targeted by the prehistoric world.

He wanted to leave, but Ye Chen didn't want to, so he pulled him back.

At the same time, the old man from Netherworld on the stage took out a new lot.

Thunder?

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the hand of the old man Youming. A ray of lightning hung in his palm, which was redder than the blood seafood, thorny and tear apart the space of nothingness.

: Sorry, there are many things to do during the New Year, I have no choice but to stop updating. I will reply to the comments from book friends one by one.
Chapter completed!