Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 48: In full swing

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When the two of them went downstairs, they found that the streets were full of people, and all of them were heading towards the center of the ghost black market without exception.

"This scene is not ordinary!" Ye Chen said, putting on a ghost mask again.

"This is Yirong Pill and Voice Changer Pill, swallow one." Xiong Er took two pills from the crotch and handed it to Ye Chen. "It can change people's appearance and voice, and drive a thousand years of ships carefully."

Ye Chen wanted to take it, but remembered that Xiong Er came out of the crotch, and he coughed dryly, "You keep it! I still wear a mask!"

As he said, he took out the mask from his arms and put it on his face.

"You don't need to pull it." Xiong Er was ashamed and shameless, and swallowed the voice-changing pill and Yirong pill directly regardless of Ye Chen's disgusting vision.

"Why is your storage bag placed in the crotch."

"Security."

Under the dark market, near the center, there is a loft, towering into the clouds and magnificent.

This loft is named Hidden Dragon Pavilion, which is the place where Youdu auctioned over the years.

At this moment, from the sky, people from all over the world are coming together. Everyone is not simple, and their actions are relatively low-key.

It is not long before this Hidden Dragon Pavilion door is full of people.

"Why don't you open the door." Some people are already waiting impatiently.

"The time has not yet come, what is the hurry."

"I do n’t know what will be auctioned for Heavenly Profound Sect this time."

"The auction hosted by Heavenly Profound Sect is really extraordinary." Behind the crowd, Ye Chen could not help but secretly slap from sighed.

Soon, the door of Hidden Dragon Pavilion buzzed and opened slowly.

As soon as the door opened, an old man in black with a blue dragon stick walked in for the first time.

"Who is this person! It ’s too big!"

"You don't even know that, it's the old man of Montenegro, dominate one side!"

"It ’s my eyes, I have a bad eye."

After the old man in Montenegro, several old people came in,

Followed by a stream of people, they rushed into Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

"Let's go." Xiong Er also squeezed in with the crowd, and his little flesh almost squeezed into a patty.

It was only when the figure was scarce that Ye Chen took a step and walked in.

Walk in and Ye Chen only found that Hidden Dragon Pavilion is self-contained, and the radius is huge.

The jade carvings in the hall, the Shenhua flying, and even the Spirit Herbs spirit flower for decoration are very extraordinary.

"It's a big deal!" Ye Chen sighed said.

People who came in quickly found a place. For the first time, the cultivator, who came to the auction for the first time, was full of novelty light. As for those who have been to cultivator before, it seemed a lot lighter.

"That's it, this is it." Xiong Er pulled Ye Chen to a corner jade table. This fellow is welcome. He grabbed the spirit fruit on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. On the one side, he did not forget to put a few in his arms.

"I'm leaning on, you can leave me a little!" Ye Chen couldn't help but scold.

"You can't eat with a mask, I will eat it for you."

"Stop holding you."

I do n’t know how long it took. Next to this table, an old man sat down and looked closely. Is n’t that the old man in purple clothes who was in the barren forest yesterday?

Looking at the old man in purple clothes, Ye Chen couldn't help but be surprised.

Although Xiu Wei was suppressed, the old man in purple clothes gave him the impression that the giant mountain was generally suppressed.

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, and the old man in purple clothes looked sideways at Ye Chen, but there was a surprise flash in his eyes.

"The people of Southern Border's Qi Family are here." Someone shouted.

At the doorway, there were already three grey-clothed old men walking in and went straight to the second floor elegant room.

"The Stuart family of Western Shu has arrived."

"Is that the royal family of Beichuan? It's actually coming."

"Shangguan Family of Sacred Mountain of the East."

Most of them came from cultivating families, and the battles were not small. They all attracted the attention of the cultivators in the pavilion.

"Isn't anyone from Xiong Family coming?" A glance at Da Shi's family who kept walking in the doorway, Ye Chen could not help looking at Xiong Er.

"Come on!" Xiong Er, who is nibbling spirit fruit, pointed to a sturdy, fat man on one side, "Well, that's my second uncle."

"Your second uncle looks ... it looks very casual!"

"That is necessary."

"Hengyue Sect is coming." Someone shouted again.

Speaking of words, Ye Chen and Xiong Er glanced over in the past. A negative sword middle-aged has stepped into the gate, standing tall and tall, between the dragon and the tiger, showing the spirit of resoluteness.

"Is this person from Hengyue Sect? I haven't seen it." Ye Chen turned to Xiong Er, "Have you seen it?"

"The main peak of the controlling sword peak of Inner Sect." Xiong Er really recognized it and said, "It seems to be called Wuwuhen."

"The people of Zhengyang Sect are here." As he said, there was a voice coming from below, but a gray-haired old man.

"Wu Changqing." Ye Chen recognized this person at a glance, wasn't he the elder of the Zhengyang Sect law enforcement hall? The person who drove him off Zhengyang Sect that day was this Wu Changqing.

"Azure Cloud Sect also sent people."

Xiu Luo, an old man in Tsing Yi walked in with a cane, followed by an old woman, and a young man in purple clothes.

When I saw Ye Chen, my eyes narrowed instantly. Especially when I saw the young man in white, there was still a glimmer of light in my eyes. Was n’t the one who abandoned his Dantian that day the same as the young man in purple?

Ye Chen knows him, and turns into gray, he knows, that is the second true disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect nine true biography, Lu Zhi.

"This hatred must be reported." Ye Chen's fist clenched subconsciously.

Three people stayed on the second floor in succession, and three more people entered the door, a grey-haired old man, a middle-aged purple robe, and a young white robe.

Seeing that, Ye Chen's eyes are narrowed again, aren't these three people the same three people who hunted Chu Ling'er in the monster forest that day? Ye Chen did not expect to meet them again here.

"People of Blood-Thirsty Palace." The scene was mostly amazed.

Grand Chu has three temples, Blood-Thirsty Palace dominates the North Chu, but it is the giant engine of genuine. Rao Shisan does not dare to provoke easily.

"This is busy now."

"I want to shoot baby, I am afraid it is not so simple."

Below, on an elevated platform, an old figure has walked up, and everyone here calls him Yangge Lao.

"The rules here should be known, and I won't talk nonsense." The old man of Yangge said neatly, "Auction, start."

Thereupon, a man took a spirit sword to the stage.

The spirit sword haunts the purple light, the sharp swords are scary, and sometimes the sound of clanking sounds is definitely a horrible killing sword.

"Ziyang Sword, the base price is 50,000 Spirit Stone, and the one with the highest price will get it." Old Yangge said lightly.

"I give out 51,000." Soon, it was convenient for someone to hold up the sign.

"Five thousand and three."

"60,000."

With just a dozen interest rates, the price of a spirit sword climbed up. As the price continued to increase, the auction became hot.

"It's too expensive." The corner fell, Ye Chen could not help but slap, the price of the first auction item was so high, so that he Spirit Stone all embarrassed that shot.

"Have you ever heard of a good start?" Xiong Er said, "The first auction item is lively, and there are cheap ones behind."

"80,000 Spirit Stone."

"80,000."

"Ninety thousand."

Below, the competition is still fierce. In order to get the Ziyang Sword, one by one, the price increases are desperate, and the face is roared with a thick neck.

"One hundred thousand." At this moment, a voice came from the second floor, and the bid was Wu Changqing of Zhengyang Sect.

At this point, the people below simply halted their flags.

"If no one raises the price, this Ziyang sword is Zhengyang Sect." On the high platform, Yangge old glanced underneath, and when no one was raising the price, he waved the Ziyang sword back into his sleeve.

Someone came up from under the stage, and a small copper furnace was in his hand. The small copper furnace was engraved with dimples and gleamed with glory. Although it was only as big as a slap, it revealed a vast scale Rage.

"Zhiyang Copper Furnace, with a base price of 30,000 yuan, is now on sale."

Soon, it ’s easy for someone to make a bid, and it ’s quite bold to add ten thousand Spirit Stone.

"Five thousand."

"70,000."

"I'll pay 90,000."

The sound of bargaining one after another, hugs expression, which is determined to win in this small copper furnace.

"This small copper furnace is also good." Ye Chen touched his chin.

"If you want to increase the price," Xiong Er said.

"No money."

"When I didn't say it."

In the blink of an eye, the small copper furnace below has already sold a high price of 150,000, and looking at the posture, it is still difficult to win the small copper furnace for this 150,000 Spirit Stone.

"160,000, I received Azure Cloud Sect." Above, the voice of Elder Azure Cloud Sect came.

Suddenly, the flag fell below, leaving behind the 160,000 Spirit Stone not to mention, just the behemoth Azure Cloud Sect, it is not ordinary people dare to provoke.

"Since no one has increased the price, the Qinglong is not owned by Azure Cloud Sect." Yang Ge glared for a week, and when no one was bidding, he swung his sleeve and closed the small copper furnace.

The next thing he took out was still Spirit Artifact. It was a gossip mirror. When it was taken out, it scattered a hot aura, divine glow shining, terrifying eyes, and exuding terror.

"The reserve price is one hundred thousand, start shooting."

Behind "Eleven Thousand Ten Thousand."

"Zhou Cang, you're so petty, but you can't take this gossip mirror." On the other side, a greasy white-haired old man sneered.

"I have 120 thousand." The white-haired old man smiled.

Zhou Cang expression was cold and hummed, "Ten thousand you, 130,000."

"150,000."

"I have 170,000 yuan."

In the whole Hidden Dragon Pavilion, there was the sound of two people bidding. The two seemed to have a long grudge between them. There was coldness and hostility between the lines. Even if they were stubborn, they should divide the price.

Sure enough, this ghostly black market auction is not as calm as it seems on the surface. In fact, these people are fighting in the dark.

"Two hundred thousand."

"Ten thousand you, twenty one thousand."

The gossip mirror competition is extremely fierce. The two earned a blush and a thick neck. It was not until the third person joined that they broke the balance, followed by the fourth and fifth.

As the number of competitors continues to increase, the price of this gossip mirror has soared to as much as 300,000.

"Fuuuck, Lao Tzu is just about to kick in?" Xiong Er exhaled, "It's a group of beasts to raise the price so high."

"How do I feel this auction has nothing to do with us?"

"No money, I'm so stubborn."

Below, the bidding for the Bagua Mirror has ended, and it turned out to be a skinny old man like a monkey.

Humph.

Humph.

The cultivator who had hatred because of the gossip mirror sneered in cold eyes.