Heavenly God Mnemonic

One of the lean martial arts practitioners respectfully clasped his fist and said: "My lord has been cultivating in it for more than two months, and the pre-stored Xing Hao stone is no longer enough, and we discovered that just now, the training platform and the big formation in this secret room, It seems to have suffered extremely severe damage."

Yang Qingxuan immediately understood that he had come to ask himself for money.

The three of them were shocked when they looked at his gaze, and they looked at the aftermath and glanced into the secret room.

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fist and said, "I'm really sorry, I will pay you how much you want in total."

At the moment, they calculated the arrears and losses with the three of them, and delivered nearly 40 million Star Haoshi, before they left in grief.

Can't help but think of the fat old man in Defeng Ancient Tower, money is the foundation of all cultivation, and all kinds of materials in the animal husbandry area are extremely rich. Even the foundation of martial arts and cultivation talent can be changed with you, as long as it is a living creature, there is enough The money can make you a master.

After Yang Qingxuan left the training area, pinching the time, couldn't help but change his face, exclaiming: "No! The auction has already begun."

Suddenly the figure swayed and flew away.

The auction is hosted by the King of God’s Mansion. In the Muhai region, the specifications are second only to the Southern Universe Alliance auction. The rich and high-grade items inside are enough to make anyone jealous and coveted.

Moreover, the security of the auction is extremely high, and no one dares to make small moves under the eyes of the palace of the gods, it is simply a long-lived life star.

After more than half an hour, Yang Qingxuan rushed to the front of a majestic hall. The square was empty, with only scattered figures left, coming and going, just crossing the road.

In front of the main hall, there are two purple-robed warriors standing with half-closed eyes, seeming to be rejuvenating, but their hands are printed in front of them, but they are breathing in for cultivation.

Seeing Yang Qingxuan coming straight, one of them opened his eyes, revealing a trace of contempt, a cold snort from his nostrils, and said: "The auction has already begun, no one is allowed to enter!"

Yang Qingxuan is now in the form of a basalt, with muscular lumps all over his body. He is a brawny man of five big and three thick. He clasped his fist and said: "I have something to do in the next place. I'm late. I hope the two are accommodating." After speaking, he moved a storage bag over.

The warrior took it, swept away his spiritual sense, and was still on the ground in anger, shouting: "Zhuzi! Who do you think we are? How dare you bribe us with a thousand Xinghao Stones?"

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, a little unbelieving, this trick has almost tried a hundred spirits, does it actually fail?

At this time, another Wu Xiu opened his eyes slightly and whispered: "A Thousand Star Haoshi, we are really beggars. By the way, Brother Wu Tong, how is your Pan Gu Art practice?"

The previous warrior said: "It's only a short time before you can achieve great perfection. Alas, you need the appearance of twenty thousand stars."

The other Wu Xiu nodded and said, "That's not bad. My Yin and Yang **** can reach the second level with almost 20,000 stars."

After the two had finished speaking, they glanced at Yang Qingxuan lightly, closed their eyes, and continued to guard the gate.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly understood, and couldn't help being furious. Just going in would cost forty thousand stars of Hao Shi. It would be too loud to speak.

The two of them had been in the Palace of Gods for a long time, with unconcealable arrogance and sulking on their faces, fearing that they were used to bullying others.

Yang Qingxuan took out a token, shook it in his hand, and said, "I wonder if this token can be entered?"

A warrior opened his eyes lazily, his sloppy and rude gaze disappeared instantly, his eyes widened suddenly, his eyeballs almost fell out, and he cried out, "The first level of the Ming family. VIP Gold Medal!"

The other Wu Xiu also opened his eyes violently, with a look of disbelief, and a trace of panic spread across his face.

With their eyesight, it was natural to see that the token was real.

The previous Wu Xiu seemed to be suffocating, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and hurriedly bowed his head and said: "My lord, please hurry up inside, my small eyes are clumsy, and I hope you can forgive me!"

Hastily invited Yang Qingxuan to enter.

Yang Qingxuan was surprised. He was just trying to take out the Ming family token. He didn't expect to have such a miraculous effect. Even the people in the Palace of God would sell face?

How powerful is this Ming family?

Yu'an's voice came, and he hummed: "You fool, Ming Shizhen, the head of the Ming family, is one of the eight domain kings, and goes hand in hand with Ji Wuming and Yuxinghen."

Yang Qingxuan was dumbfounded, and his heart was terrified. Why is there another Eight Domain King? In just one day, the thirteen top powerhouses heard three of them, and the twists and turns have something to do with them.

It is no wonder that the people in this God's Palace are so respectful. The Eight Regions Heavenly Kings exist side by side with the Great God Kings. In terms of strength and status, they are still above the five God Kings who dominate the Luofu Realm.

Yang Qingxuan thought of Ming Yuan and Ming Xuan again, and she didn't know how Ming Xuan was captured by the Lanying King. Ming Yuan secretly rescued him, fearing that he would avoid conflict with the King's Mansion. After all, even the eight domain kings would not want to confront the **** king head-on.

The gatekeeper Wu Xiu directly led Yang Qingxuan into the auction venue and walked to the VIP area in the front row.

The VIP token of the clan is a great status symbol, which can be used in many places, especially the token of the four holy masters and the eight domain kings.

The auction venue presents a huge ring. Under the leadership of the martial artist, Yang Qingxuan walks around the outer circle. He hears cheers inside and fierce bidding from time to time.

At the entrance of the VIP area, guarded by four purple robe martial artists, these costumes are the symbol of the palace of the Purple Heart God, but the patterns and patterns on the robe represent the rank and status of this person. These guards are all ordinary warriors, not people of the gods, but just put on robes and serve the gods.

Wu Xiu who was guarding the gate immediately stepped forward, whispered a few words to the four people, and made gestures. The four immediately showed respect and let the way go.

The guard Wu Xiu smiled and said, "Please, please, I can't go in."

Yang Qingxuan nodded, walked directly into it, and felt the white light sway, as if checking his body, and then entered the auction venue in the next moment.

At a glance, the entire circular huge square is full of people, full of voices.

But in the innermost laps, there were more than a hundred people sitting very loosely and sparsely, all of whom were qualified as VIPs.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan entered the venue, he immediately attracted the attention of these VIPs, and even the old man on the auction stage glanced intentionally or unconsciously.

After all, everyone who can sit in the VIP area has either extraordinary strength or extraordinary status, which is extremely difficult to mess with.

Yang Qingxuan was not happy but depressed. He had known that it was so eye-catching, it would be better to come out the 40,000-star bright stone.

He didn't want to be exposed to everyone's eyes prematurely, but fortunately, there were seventy-two changes, and it was almost impossible to recognize him.