Chapter 2073 True and False

Chapter 2073 true and false

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

Everyone, looking at them.

Everyone wants to see, whether these ashes of the Great Desolation will continue to work with the pit god.

To say, the best way is the Nether old man.

As the person presiding over the auction, he is very leisurely, without speaking or speaking, just patting the dust on his shoulders, like a normal person. After so many years of auctions, he is the most powerful in today's auction. I don't know where it came from. The dark horse pushed this auction to climax again and again, and it was this dark horse that made his Nether Pavilion's income more than ten times more than doubled.

In this way, he has to thank Ye Chen.

Thinking of this, the Nether old man squinted and glanced at Ye Chen indistinctly. His old eyes were full of deep meaning. As before, he couldn't see Ye Chen, and he didn't even know how holy Ye Chen was. It is worth affirming that the one who wore Ye Chen People wearing masks like to do things with Honghuang.

"Senior, after the auction, you have to reward me with some money." Ye Chen smiled.

"It's easy to talk about it." The old man Nether smiled, and the two of them were tacit.

"What?" When the two of them were talking, a howl suddenly sounded. It was the thin old man beside Ye Chen who slapped the table and stood up, speaking in a harsh voice.

His voice didn't matter, and too many people were startled for a while.

The skinny old man ignored the Quartet and only looked at the quasi emperors of the prehistoric wasteland, howling, "If you want to raise the price or not, if you want to give me a happy word, I'm still waiting to see the immortal gold indestructible? A real fire, what kind of thing can More precious than immortal gold? Still thinking about it for hundreds of years?

The quiet Nether Pavilion has become unsettled, and it is full of the shouts of this guy.

Because no one spoke, his howling sounded particularly loud.

However, the words of this fellow are not ordinary, and none of them are inseparable from the immortal gold. He knew that Ye Chen wanted the real fire of Taiyin, so he reminded the Honghuang people in this way, and reminded the Honghuang people that there is still more to come. What about Immortal Gold? That is the real treasure. It is much more precious than the real fire of Taiyin. You are all here to shoot the immortal gold.

To put it bluntly, the thin old man was helping Ye Chen, and Ye Chen also needed his cooperation.

Tacit understanding, what is tacit agreement?

This is tacit agreement.

Not to mention, when hearing the immortal gold, the hesitant Honghuang people flashed sharp awns in their eyes, yes! Their goal is to immortal gold, not the so-called Taiyin True Fire.

It's not impossible to shoot real fire, but be prepared to be pitted.

That's not one or two Origin Stones, it's a mountain of money! At least tens of millions, as many as hundreds of millions, if too much Originium was wasted on True Fire, the subsequent auction of Immortal Gold would definitely fall behind.

After several thoughts, all the quasi emperors in Honghuang glanced at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was quite leisurely, with Erlang's legs crossed, and the sunflower seeds in one hand, click, click, the thief had a rhythm. He ignored the cold light of the Emperor of the Great Desolation. Yes, all of this is just to confuse the public.

The so-called true and false, what he spread is the fog of suspicion. If he can really force the opponent back, it will cost an extra 100 million yuan, and it will be worth it.

"You can still increase the price." The Nether old man who had been silent for a long time finally spoke up.

"No." Hong Huang's tone was surprisingly consistent.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

I don't blame him for this, it's just because the quasi emperors of Honghuang have a terrifyingly high bottom line for the real fire of Taiyin. If Honghuang really wants to fight him to the end, the price of the real fire will never be less than 2 billion.

Helpless, he had to play some tricks.

The first step is to increase the price by himself, just to confuse the public; the second step is the thin old man beside him, who reminds the immortal gold without any sense of disobedience, and the third step is the name of his pit god Number, because he has done too much foreshadowing before, and he has pitted Honghuang more than once, so as not to be pitted again.

Facts have proved that these three steps are indeed effective and successfully deterred the flood.

Facts have also proved that in a war without gunpowder smoke, a war of heart is even more of a war of arms.

"The tricks of the pit gods are unpredictable!" Seeing Honghuang giving up, the Quartet continued to sigh.

"Fighting against the pit gods, they are almost there."

"This person! You won't become smart unless you get tricked a few times."

"The floods are shrivelled, carefree, and the pit gods are doing beautifully."

"I helped you, is the commission cheaper?" In the sigh, the thin old man rubbed his hands together and looked at Ye Chen with a smile, "How about folding my Nanming Lihuo into a source stone."

"Not so good." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"You bastard, don't agree, how hard are you laughing, and you laugh so happily."

"I won't talk about it, but I can give you some gifts."

"With your urine, I don't expect the gifts to be precious." The thin old man put his hands together and curled his lips.

"It's not too precious to give you an extra eight-pattern pill?" Ye Chen smiled at the old man.

"The old man thinks that you can take my previous words as shit." The thin old man stroked his beard, his expression was meaningful, his face changed, and even Ye Chen was caught off guard.

"Seeing senior like this, I am very relieved, this shameless spirit is really up to me." Ye Chen said with sincerity, and the thief was optimistic about the thin old man, who was an absolute talent.

"The auction continues." The words of the Nether old man rose melodiously.

The sighing was stopped, and the eyes of the photographer were all placed on the central cloud platform.

On the stage, the Nether old man has taken out an object, it is a divine mirror, hanging in the palm of his hand, humming and trembling.

good baby!

The photographers have sharp eyes, staring at the mirror, and for some reason, looking at the mirror, they always feel their minds, and they are in a trance for a moment, vaguely, and they can still see mysterious visions in the mirror.

"It's so weird." The thin old man murmured.

"That's the mirror of the heart." Ye Chen said leisurely.

"What, do you recognize?"

"It is a special magic weapon, it is not powerful for the mind, but it is an auxiliary divine weapon to fight against others. If the other party has this magic mirror, it can disrupt your mind, even if it is only for a moment, it can decide success or failure. If you don't pay attention, it's not impossible to be second-handed."

"So understanding, it seems that you are determined to win." The thin old man looked at Ye Chen sideways.

"I'm not interested." Ye Chen returned casually, just burying his head and drinking fine wine, his mind was as firm as him, and the most fearless thing was this kind of magic weapon.

He doesn't, doesn't mean others don't.

The price of the divine mirror soared to 50 million since the old man Netherworld took out the divine mirror. Only a bunch of quasi emperors were playing with their lives to increase the price.

"Okay, it's nothing to do with me again." The thin old man pouted.

"It's nothing to do with you." Ye Chen coughed and smiled. As early as Zhou Tian, ​​he peeped at the people present. There was one person who cultivated the quasi emperor. 200 million source stones, don't even think about taking away the mirror, obviously, the thin old man doesn't have that much money.

He wanted to help the thin old man, but the problem was that the other party was a man.

If the other party is from the Great Desolation, he will step in without hesitation, and when the matter is over, he will die.

Sure enough, as he expected, the person who obtained the divine mirror was indeed the Emperor Xiuzhun.

As for the price, more than 100 million.

The auction of the divine mirror is over. Some people are happy and some people are sad. Too many people are desperate, but they are shy.

When he was still in the mood, the Nether old man took another thing.

This time the lot is a bit different. It is a hammer. It is dark and not slippery, but it is extremely heavy, and the space is distorted.

The photographers swept up and down, and they all touched their chins.

The auction opened, and the filmmakers increased their prices. More than half of them didn't know what the black stick was, but they all followed their lives with the idea that the Nether Pavilion's auction items must be treasures.

The final price of the iron club hammer, neither high nor low, was taken away by a boss.

After that, the Nether old man took the auction items one after another, and the secret treasures emerged one after another, which made the Netherworld Pavilion very lively.

However, despite the climax, the photographer always felt that something was missing.

What's missing? Naturally less thrilling drama.

For some unknown reason, Honghuang did not participate in these hundreds of auctions.

Go to see the quasi emperors in the wild, who are as stable as Mount Tai, and they are all sleeping.

It seems that they don't look down on these babies.

In fact, it's not that they don't like it, but they don't want to spend the Originium Stone. You must know that their goal is the final treasure, the immortal gold. Compared with the immortal gold, these are all third-rate goods.

They didn't participate, and Ye Chen was happy to relax.

On the other hand, the thin old man beside him, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, always slams Ye Chen and continues to cheat people.

"Take it, take it with confidence, is there a pit god in Honghuang watching?"

The cultivators looked at Ye Chen and Hong Huang, and they all secretly transmitted their voices, happily.

Indeed, there is a pit god built by people, and they are very relieved.

In the blink of an eye, it was another day, but the Nether Pavilion's auction was still hot.

During this period, Ye Chen didn't make a move. He still held his cheek with one hand and watched the auction in a bored way.

Occasionally, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This sneer was to the Emperor Honghuang. Although those people were all dozing off, they were all watching him with the eyes of divine consciousness. Those were pairs of cold eyes, and he could clearly capture the murderous intent.

"I said, are you cold?" The thin old man shuddered.

"Cold." Ye Chen uttered a word, and was stared at by more than a dozen quasi emperors. Each of them had murderous intentions to the bone. It was strange that he was not cold. The thin old man sitting next to him was also affected by the killing intent.

"After the auction, be careful, those quasi emperors are fierce."

"Be careful too, in Hong Huang's eyes, we are a group."

"Don't make trouble." The thin old man said, and he was about to leave. Ye Chen didn't say it, but he forgot that he had to stay away from this thing, otherwise, he would die miserably if Hong Huang targeted him.

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

At the same time, the Nether old man on the stage took a new auction.

Thunder?

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the old man's hand. In his hand, there was a thunderbolt hanging in his hand. The whole body was red, redder than blood and seafood, and it was piercing and tearing the void space.

PS: Sorry, there are so many things to do in the New Year, but I have no choice but to stop updating. I will reply to the messages of book friends.