Chapter 2070: Not much like

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"It's overcast and really hot." The thin old man pinched his beard.
"I'll just say it!" Ye Chen's eyes lighted up, rubbing his hands fiercely, as an alchemist, how could he not know that Taiyin really fires, that is a true fire with congenital overcast attributes, and it can't be described as a different kind of fire. It's low. Speaking of it, I don't know how much stronger than the Sanmei real fire. The real fire of that level is on the verge of immortal fire, not an ordinary treasure.
"Are you interested in the real fire of Tai Yin?" Asked the thin old man.
"I'm also interested in your Nanming leaving the fire." Ye Chen said, looking at the thin old man Danhai, the purple flame is really beautiful, if it blends into the fairy fire, it must be extraordinary.
Seeing this by Ye Chen, the thin old man sat on the side again.
No wonder, Ye Chen's eyes were too abnormal. He looked chilly all over, and he couldn't figure it out. He was already staring at the goods. At this moment, thinking about robbing him after the auction?
Don't say, Ye Chen has this intention.
Shameless things are done a lot, this is not bad.
However, he was still surprised, or in other words, did not understand, did not understand the significance of this auction of the Netherland. So many treasures, such as the overcast real fire and immortal gold, are all precious treasures. This is also coming up for auction, this is just how bad it is.
During the talk, the auction of the little tower came to an end.
The final price was not low. It was over 80 million and was photographed by an old quasi-perfect emperor. However, compared to the price of the Zijin small gourd, this small tower is still far behind.
Since then, several lots have been extraordinary.
Of course, although there are a lot of babies and the prices are not low, they are all less than 200 million Yuanshi small gourds. After this comparison, the subsequent auctions are slightly dim and not worth mentioning.
In the limelight, the old man of the nether world took treasure again.
This time, it was a sealed treasure box containing the traditional Chinese medicine, the real barbetan, or a life-long barbetan, with a strong medicinal fragrance, which filled the entire venue.
This time, the old guys present were all spirited.
At a glance, the pair of old eyes were full of fiery shock, and even worse, they licked their dry tongues and stared at the treasure box, which was a life-saving elixir.
Eight-stranded Dan is uncommon, not to mention the life-spanning eight-stranded Dan.
At their age, the elixir that extends Shouyuan is far more precious than those magical treasures, and their lives are gone. They need their babies to be used. In front of their lives, everything is a cloud.
"Ba Wen continued his life Jin Dan." Ye Chen muttered.
As Dan Sheng, he has no reason not to recognize the elixir. Among the eight-striped dans, it can be called the best in the top grade, not to mention how complicated the refining process is. Now, this kind of elixir is an invaluable treasure to older monks.
Now, this elixir has been auctioned, which surprised him again.
He still doesn't understand the meaning of this auction in Netherland. Is it just a lack of money?
Thinking to himself, he closed his eyes from Bawendan and looked around.
A long distance away, he could perceive the elders' heart, and his heart was fluttering. The same was true of the skinny old man next to him, and the quasi-perfect Emperor was also licking his tongue.
Seeing this picture, it is not difficult for him to think that the next auction will be intense.
"His mother, if I knew that there were eight lines of life, I should bring more money." The old man cursed.
"With more money, can there be more floods?" Ye Chen leisurely said.
"Non-sense, the nether continent is nonsense." The skinny old man was not angry, and he set about whispering. "The overcast real fire, the eight-stroke life-span, and the immortal gold are all priceless treasures, which are also sold , And also caused the Honghuang people, is this unknown to present gifts to Honghuang? "
"You also said that you don't look at anything but the surface."
"What do you mean."
"Most of the Ghost Continent is unspeakable."
"Let's not say it's useless, borrow me to it! It must be returned." The thin old man turned his head and looked at Ye Chen, he is also an old guy.
"Even if you lend you all the money, you won't be able to take Ba Wen Su Ming Dan." Ye Chen shook her head with a smile.
"How to know without trying." The thin old man still didn't give up.
Ye Chen didn't say anything, he only handed a thin old man a scroll. On it, there was a lot of handwriting on it, and when he looked carefully, he realized that it was all kinds of alchemy materials.
"What is this," the thin old man wondered.
"Refining the materials needed for the Eight-Way Resurrection Pill." Ye Chen took a sip of wine. "Find these materials together, I'll help you to make them."
"Are you an alchemist?" The thin old man was surprised, his expression stunned.
"What, unlike?"
"Not much."
"I specified that I would not lend it to you. If I want to renew my life, I can make it for you." Ye Chen laughed, and then added a sentence, "However, the elixir is not white, it is To charge a commission, this is the rule of the alchemist. As for the commission, I do n’t want a source stone or a magic weapon, as long as your Nanming is out of the fire, apart from that, do n’t talk.

"Your appetite is too big." The thin old man said with a dark face.
Ye Chen smiled, and looked at the thin old man with a sideways smile. "You need to understand that it is the Eight-line Resurrection Jindan. Its level is infinitely close to the Nine-line Immortal Dan. I dare to say that the entire world, It ca n’t exceed three people. You can ask other alchemists. If they want less commission than I do, I will help you to practice for free.
The thin old man was silent, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
As Ye Chen said, he also sought the alchemy master to make the Eight Pattern Resurrection Pills, but their commissions are more scary than those who demanded his life. These are not important. The important thing is that all the alchemists are basically all In the case of robbery, whether it is possible to pass the robbery is still unknown.
"You're not an alchemist, what's the use of real fire." Ye Chen huddled.
"Don't make trouble, I'm pointing at him." The thin old man coughed dryly.
"Using a trace of Nanming's origin from the fire, integrate it into the beast fire, finish it, and then act as a real fire sell. How many years can you still do in this pitfall?" Ye Chen swaggered.
"You know." The thin old man was a little surprised.
"Because, the one who bought you" true fire "last night is my little master."
"It's too ..." The thin old man ripped the corners of his mouth, his expression was a little exciting, and he couldn't help looking up and down Ye Chen. If Ye Chen hadn't said it, he wouldn't know that they were so destined.
"Bawen continued life Dan and Nanming leave the fire, you choose." Ye Chen took a sip of Linguo.
"Elixir." The thin old man gritted his teeth.
"That's right!" Ye Chen was happy, Jiuwen Dan could not make it, but Bawen Dan was familiar with the light car. Now Danzun falls, Dan Emperor is buried, and the high-ranking alchemy masters in the heavens are much more. During the burial, his Dan Sheng is the handle of alchemy.
The thin old man didn't talk anymore, but buried his head and looked at his own Danhai.
This Nanming has been away from the fire for thousands of years, just like a relative, but he will end his life. In order to live a few more years, he has to endure love. This choice is a bit cruel.
At this moment, he regrets a bit. He regretted that he didn't become a master of alchemy and even became old. He still had to pay such a painful price for a lifelong elixir.
After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Ye Chen.
For some reason, he always felt that the person sitting next to him had a magical power, or in other words, a kind of self-confidence that made him irresistible and believed in him unconditionally, that he could develop the Eight-Stroke Life-Spanning Pill. This young man with a mask is his nobleman.
"Old man has 80 million."
"You're ten million, I'm ninety million."
"100 million."
When the thin old man was meditating, the auction of Bawen's Lifelong Dan had reached a climax. Many old guys, one by one, were crazy, and the price increase of life was so bad that they couldn't stop up their worth.
Ye Chen quietly drinking and watching quietly.
He is concerned about the quasi-perfect emperors of Honghuang. He can also calculate that the quasi-perfect emperors of Honghuang are dormant, and they all want the golden pattern to continue their life. The people of the heavens and the famines were a hundred thousand miles away.
"It takes a price to get the elixir." Ye Chen sneered.
That's right, he is ready to make troubles. He is the best at stiring sticks. He can figure out the opponent's bottom line. This is the name of knowing yourself and knowing one another.
"190 million." In the fierce competition, a cold humming rang through the venue.
In a word, the noisy Nether Pavilion suddenly became silent, too many seniors shook their heads helplessly, and the younger generations were swallowing fiercely. The price of the eight-stranded life-saving Jindan was higher than the previous one. Zijin small gourd, in order to continue his life, the old guys have worked hard.
Looking at the bid again, sitting in the corner, covered with a black robe.
Too many people look back, but do not wear the lineup of that person, I only know that he is a quasi-perfect emperor, or a quasi-perfect emperor, otherwise, he will not bid so desperately.
"But there is a fare increase," said the old man, glancing down.
He did not respond to this remark, but wanted to respond. However, no money, the older generations have been killed, not to mention the juniors, but it is a quasi-empire who wants to compare him with financial resources?
"Even if no one raises the price, then these eight patterns of life continue to be Jindan ..."
"I want to take away life-sustaining dan for 190 million, it's too good to think." Without waiting for the elderly old man to finish his speech, a smirk sounded, passed from the East, passed from Jun Jundi. Laying leisurely, leaning on the seat, turning the fingers comfortably.
"My king is worth 200 million." I laughed with amusement.
In a word, the emperor in black robe distressed his old eyes, only sighed, and Hong Huang intervened, and he was destined to miss.
He gave up directly, and the other heavenly people had no intention of increasing the fare.
Everyone knows that the auction of Jindan's life-long Jindan really started. The people who bid will be the giants of the flood and waste, and they will have to be floods than the financial resources. These small characters, even the quasi-empire, are far away. Not enough. If Hong Huang wanted it, no one could take away the elixir.
The world is this world. People are more cruel than others.