Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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When the two of them came downstairs, they found that the street was full of people, without exception, all of them headed towards the center of the dark black market.

"This scene is not ordinary and vast!" Ye Chen said, and put on his ghost mask again.

"This is Yi Rong Wan and Bian Sheng Wan. Swallow one." Xiong Er took two pills out of his crotch and handed them to Ye Chen. "It can change the appearance and sound of people, and be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Ye Chen originally wanted to take it over, but remembered that Xiong Er came out of his crotch and coughed dryly, "You keep it! I'll wear a mask!"

Then, he took the mask from his arms and put it on his face.

"Don't pull it." Xiong Er was faceless and skinless, and swallowed the Biansheng Pill and Yirong Pill, regardless of Ye Chen's disgusting eyes.

"Why are your storage bags in the crotch."

"Safety."

Near the center of the Nether Black Market, there is a loft, towering into the clouds, and magnificent.

This loft is called Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and it is the place where Youdu auctions over the years.

At this moment, looking down from the air, the flow of people from the Quartet has come together. Everyone is not simple, and their actions are relatively low-key.

Not long after, the front of the Tibetan Dragon Pavilion was crowded.

"Why not open the door?" Some people were already impatient.

"Time is up, what's the hurry?"

"I don't know what will be auctioned at Tianxuanmen this time."

"The auction hosted by Tian Xuanmen is truly extraordinary." Behind the crowd, Ye Chen could not help but secretly murmur.

Soon, the gate 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 first.

"Who is this person! It's too big!"

"You don't even know that, it's the old man in Montenegro. Dominate!"

"It's my eyesight."

After the old people of Montenegro, several old people rushed in,

Immediately after that, people flowed in, scrambling into the Dragon Pavilion.

"Let's go." Xiong Er followed the crowd into the crowd, his stack of small fresh meat almost squeezed into a meat pie.

When the figures were scarce, Ye Chen stepped in and walked in.

When he went in, Ye Chen found that the Dragon Pavilion was self-contained, and the square was huge.

The carved jade columns in the hall, the magical flowers flying, and even the decorative grasses and flowers are extraordinary.

"What a big deal!" Ye Chen hissed.

Those who came in quickly found their place. Most of the monks who came to the auction for the first time had a new light in their eyes. As for those monks who had come before, they looked a lot lighter.

"That's it, that's it." Xiong Er pulled Ye Chen to a corner jade table. This is not polite, grabbing the spirit fruit on the table and stuffing it into the mouth, while stuffing it, don't forget to put a few in your arms.

"I rely on you to leave me a bit!" Ye Chen could not help but curse.

"You have a mask and you can't eat it. I'll eat it for you."

"Dying you."

I don't know how long, an old man sat down beside this table and looked carefully, wasn't it the old man in purple in the barren forest that appeared yesterday?

A glance at the old man in purple clothes, Ye Chen could not help but startled.

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

Ye Chen retracted his gaze, and the old man in purple also looked at Ye Chen slightly, but his eyes flashed with surprise.

"The people of the Qi family in Nanjiang are here." I don't know who shouted.

At the door, three old men in gray clothes had already entered and went straight to the second floor elegant room.

"Situ's house in Xishu has arrived."

"Is that the royal family of Beichuan? It even came."

"Shangguan's house in Dongyue."

Most of them came from the cultivation family, and the battle was not small, all the monks in the Pavilion attracted the past.

"Are none of your bears coming?" Glancing at Da Shi's family who kept walking in the doorway, Ye Chen couldn't help looking at Xiong Er.

"Come here!" Xiong Er, who was stabbing Linguo, pointed to a solid, fat-eared person on one side, "Well, that's my second uncle."

"Your second uncle looks like ... a casual look!"

"That is required."

"Heng Yuezong is here too." Another shouted.

Hearing that Ye Chen and Xiong Er stunned in the past, a middle-aged man with a negative sword has stepped into the door, standing tall and straight, showing the spirit of fierce popularity.

"This person is from Heng Yuezong? I haven't seen it." Ye Chen turned to look at Xiong Er, "Have you seen it?"

"The owner of the inner gate of Yu Jianfeng." Xiong Er really recognized it and said, "It seems to be called Windless."

"The people of Zhengyang Sect have arrived." As he said, a voice came from below, but he was a gray-haired old man.

"Wu Changqing." Ye Chen recognized the man at a glance, but wasn't he the elder of the Zhengyang Zong Enforcement Hall? The person who drove him out of Zhengyangzong that day was this Wu Changqing.

"Qing Yunzong also sent someone."

After that, an old man in Tsing Yi walked in with a cane, followed by an old man and a young man in purple.

When he looked at Ye Chen, his eyes froze in an instant, especially when he saw the young man in white, and there was still cold light in his eyes. Wasn't that young man in purple clothes the day he abolished his dantian?

Ye Chen recognized him and turned into gray, and that was Lu Zhi, the second true disciple of Qing Yunzong's 9th true biography.

"This revenge must be reported." Ye Chen's fist shook subconsciously.

The people who arrived at Sanzong successively went up to the second floor, and three mermaids came in at the door, a gray-haired old man, a middle-aged man in purple robe, and a young man in white robe.

Seeing that, Ye Chen's eyes were narrow again, weren't these three people the same three people who chased Chu Linger in the monster forest that day? Ye Chen never expected that they would meet them here again.

"People of the Bloodthirsty Temple." The scene was mostly a sound of surprise.

The Three Sects of the Great Chu, the Bloodthirsty Palace dominates the Northern Chu, but they are the real giants, and the three Sects dare not easily provoke them.

"It's lively now."

"I want to shoot a baby, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Below, on an elevated platform, an old figure has stepped up. People here call him Yangge Lao.

"You should know the rules here, and I won't stop talking nonsense." Yangge always said sharply. "Auction, start."

Immediately, someone came to the stage holding a spirit sword.

That spirit sword lingers on the purple light, the sharp sword is scary, and sometimes it also makes a humming sound, which is definitely a horrible killing sword.

"Ziyang sword, the base price of fifty thousand spirit stones, the highest price will get it." Yang Ge old said lightly.

"I'm five thousand and one thousand." Soon, some people raised the sign.

"Five thousand and three thousand."

"Sixty thousand."

Just a few breaths away, the price of a spirit sword climbed up. As the price continued to rise, the auction became hot.

"This is also expensive." Ye cornered, Ye Chen could not help but stun his tongue, the first auction item was so high in price, so he was ashamed of those spirit stones.

"Have you heard of a big start?" Xiong Er said, "The first sale is lively, and there are cheap ones at the back."

"Eight souls."

"Eighty-five thousand."

"Nine thousand."

Below, the competition is still fierce, in order to get Ziyang sword, one by one desperately increase the price, roared blushing and thick neck.

"One hundred thousand." At this moment, a voice came from the second floor, and the bidder was Zhengyangzong Wu Changqing.

This time, the people below simply died down.

"If no one raises the price, this Ziyang sword is the Zhengyang sect." On the high platform, Yang Ge glanced down and saw that no one raised the price, then he waved back the Ziyang sword in his sleeve.

Immediately, someone came up from the stage, holding a small copper furnace in his hand. The small copper furnace was engraved with road patterns and bloomed with light. Although it was only the size of a slap, it revealed a mighty spirit .

"Zhiyang Copper Furnace, with a starting price of 30,000 yuan, starts auctioning now."

Soon, it was convenient for someone to bid, and the spirited addition of a thousand spirits.

"fifty thousand."

"70,000."

"I have 90,000."

The bargaining voices kept coming and going, holding on to this small copper furnace a look that was determined to get it.

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

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

"No money."

"forget it."

In a blink of an eye, the small copper furnace below had already sold at a high price of 150,000, and depending on the posture, it was still difficult to win the small copper furnace.

"Sixteen thousand, I am Qingyunzong." Above, the voice of Elder Qingyunzong came.

Suddenly, the lower part of the flag swelled, leaving the 160,000 spirit stones alone, not to mention, just this behemoth of Qing Yunzong is not something that ordinary people dare to provoke.

"Since no one has increased the price, this Qinglong is owned by Qingyun Zong." Yangge looked around for a week and saw that no one offered a bid.

The next thing he took out was still a magical weapon. It was a gossip mirror. As soon as it was taken out, it glowed hot light.

"The starting price is 100,000 yuan.

"Eleven thousand." A man in purple clothing below, first bid.

"Zhou Cang, you are so small, but you can't take this gossip mirror." On the other side, a grim-faced white-haired old man sneered.

"I have 120,000." The white-haired old man smiled yin-yin.

Zhou Cang looked cold and hummed, "You are ten thousand, one hundred thirty thousand."

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

"I have 170,000."

In the entire Hidden Dragon Pavilion, there were sounds of two people bidding. The two seemed to have long had grudges, and there was coldness and hostility in the lines.

Sure enough, this nether dark market auction is not as calm as it appears, in fact, these people are fighting in secret.

"Twenty thousand."

"You ten thousand, twenty-one thousand."

The Bagua mirror was extremely fiercely competitive, and the two earned blushes and thick necks. The balance was not broken until the third person joined, followed by the fourth and fifth.

With the increasing number of competitors, the price of these gossip mirrors has soared to as much as 300,000.

"Nima, I just prepared to step in?" Xiong Er exclaimed, "It's a bunch of beasts to raise the price so high."

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

"No money, really aggrieved."

Below, the bidding of the Eight Diagrams Mirror has ended, and it turned out to be a thin old man like a monkey.

Humph.

Humph.

The monks who had settled their hatred because of the gossip mirror snorted in cold light.