Chapter 2073: True or false

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The grand Nether Pavilion fell into silence because of the silence of the flood.
Everyone looked at them.
Everyone wants to see if these ashes of the famine will continue to work with the gods.
To say, the most prestigious is the ghostly old man.
As the host of the auction, he was idle and did not say a word, just patted the dust on his shoulders, just like nothing else. After so many years of auction, it is the most powerful one today. I do n’t know where it came from The dark horse pushed this auction to a climax again and again, and it was this dark horse that made his income of the Nether Pavilion more than ten times more.
In this way, he still has to thank Ye Chen.
Thinking of this, the dim old man squinted his eyes and glanced at Ye Chen, the old eyes were full of meaning. As before, he did n’t want to wear Ye Chen, and he did n’t know where Ye Chen was sacred. It ’s worth noting that People with masks like to engage in things with Hong Huang.
"Senior, after the auction, you have to reward me with some money." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"It's good to say." The old Nether smiled, and the two of them didn't know.
"Well?" As the two of them talked with each other, he hissed and suddenly rang, but the thin old man next to Ye Chen slammed the table, stood up, and said his voice harshly.
His throat doesn't matter, too many people are shocked for a while.
The skinny old man ignored the Quartet, and only looked at the quasi-perfect emperors of Honghuang, whispering, "Is there any increase or no increase in price? I have to give a good sentence. Lao Tzu is still waiting to see the immortal gold? What a real fire, what stuff, can Precious than immortal? Want to be hundreds of years? Grinded. "
The quiet Nether Pavilion became unsettled, full of shouts of this goods.
His snoring sounded particularly loud as no one spoke.
However, this stupid discourse is not ordinary, and every sentence is inseparable from immortal immortal gold. He had known that Ye Chen wanted to be overcast and really fire, so he reminded in this way and reminded the Honghuang people. Where is the immortal gold? That ’s the real baby. It ’s much more precious than the overcast and real fire. You ’re all here to shoot immortal gold.
To put it plainly, the thin old man is helping Ye Chen, and Ye Chen also needs him to cooperate.
Tacit understanding, what is tacit understanding, this is tacit understanding.
Don't say, when I heard that the immortal gold, the rampant Honghuang people, there were sharp mans in their eyes, right! Their goal is not to destroy immortal gold, but it is not the so-called overcast real fire.
It is not impossible to shoot real fire, but be prepared to be pitted.
That's not a source stone or two, that's Chengshan's money! From tens of millions to hundreds of millions, if too many source stones are wasted on real fire, the auction of the immortal gold will fall behind.
After many thoughts, the quasi-perfect emperors in the floodland all glanced at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was laid back, holding Erlang's legs and holding the seeds in one hand. Click, click, the thief has a rhythm, and ignores the cold light of Honghuang Zhundi directly. The reason why he added one hundred million by himself is not a burnout Yes, all of this is just to confuse audiovisual.
The so-called true and false, he is suspicious of fog, if it can really drive back the other side, spend 100 million more, it is worth it.
"You can also increase the price." The silent old man for a long time finally spoke.
"No." Hong Huang's tone was surprisingly consistent.
After hearing this, Ye Chen's hanging heart finally landed.
No wonder he is so, because the quasi-perfect emperors of Honghuang are so scary about the bottom line of Taiyin's real fire. If Honghuang really wants to follow him, the price of real fire will never be less than two billion.
Helpless, he had to play tricks.
His own increase in price is the first step, just to confuse audiovisual; the second step is the skinny old man on the side, a reminder of immortal immortal without a sense of disobedience, and the third step is his name No, because he had done too much pavement before, and pitted the famine more than once, so as not to be pitted again again. Those who are quasi-perfect emperors of the famine, are not strange.
Facts have proved that these three steps are indeed effective and successfully deterred the flood.
Facts have also proved that in the smoke-free war, heart warfare is even more so.
"The tricks of the gods are unpredictable!" Seeing Hong Huang give up, the Quartet kept booing.
"Fighting with pit gods, they almost came."
"Where is this man! You won't become smart without being pitted a few times."
"Hong Huang eats a lot of food, he is happy, he works beautifully."
"I helped you, is the commission cheaper?" The thin old man rubbed his hands and looked at Ye Chen with a smile, "turned my Nanming out of the fire, and turned it into a source stone, like."
"Not awkward." Ye Chen groaned with a smile.
"Your shit, don't agree, you laughed so much, and you were so happy."
"It's nothing, but I can give you a gift."
"Because of your urine, Lao Tzu doesn't expect gifts to be precious." The thin old man pouted his hands.
"I won't give you an extra one, but it's not precious?" Ye Chen smiled at the old man.
"The old man thought that you could just listen to my previous words as fart." The thin old man scratched his beard, his expression was meaningful, and this face changed, and even Ye Chen was caught off guard.
"I'm so relieved to see my predecessors. This shameless spirit really follows me." Ye Chen said with a long heart and a thief optimistic about the thin old man's name. He was absolutely talented.
"The auction continues." Elderly Nether said, melodious.
The hiss was stopped, and the gaze of the shooter was again on the central pan-tilt.
On the stage, the ghostly old man has taken out a thing, a mirror that hangs in the palm, buzzes and trembles, its streamer is brilliant, the light is shining, the mirror is bright, and the inexplicable Taoism interweaves.
Good baby!
The shooters had bright eyes and stared at the mirror, somehow, looking at the mirror, always feeling attentive, momentarily faint, faint, and can see the mysterious vision in the mirror.
"So strange," muttered the thin old man.
"That's the mirror of the fairy." Ye Chen leisurely said.
"Why, you know?"
"It is a special magic weapon. It is not powerful against the mind, but it is an auxiliary artifact to fight against others. If the other party has this mirror, it can ruin your mind. Even if it is only a moment, you can determine success or failure. If you don't pay attention, it's not impossible to be stopped for a second. "
"That kind of understanding, it seems that you are determined to have it." The thin old man looked at Ye Chen sideways.
"I'm not interested." Ye Chen returned casually, just immersed himself in drinking wine, his mind was as firm as his, and the least feared was this type of instrument. All six reincarnations came through, still afraid of the mirror?
He doesn't, it doesn't mean others don't.
After taking out the mirror from the old man of the ghost, but before and after a dozen breaths, the price of the mirror soared to 50 million, many great saints were killed, and only a group of prospective emperors were increasing their lives.
"Well, it's nothing more for me." The thin old man pouted.
"I didn't have anything to do with you." Ye Chen coughed and smiled. As early as Sunday, he glanced at the people present. There was a man who repaired the emperor. The bottom line of the divine mirror was as high as 200 million. 200 million Yuan Shi, don't want to take away the mirror, it is clear that 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 person was a self-cultivation.
If the other party was a famine, he would not hesitate to step in, and he would be dead.
Sure enough, as he expected, the one who got the mirror was indeed the one who cultivated the emperor.
As for the price, it exceeds 100 million.
When the God Mirror auction is over, some people are happy and some are sad.
When the meaning is still not over, the old man in the nether world takes another thing.
This time, the lot is a bit different. It is a stick hammer, black but not slippery, but it is very heavy, and the space is distorted. If you go out to dry the rack, one stick can smash into a stack.
The shooters swept up and down, all touching their chins.
The auction opened, and the filmmakers increased their prices. Of them, more than half of them didn't know what the black mallet was, but they all played with their lives and held an idea. The Ningge Pavilion's lot must be a treasure.
The final price of the iron rod hammer, high or low, was photographed by a boss.
After that, the Nether elderly took lots of auctions, and the secret treasures emerged endlessly, causing the Nether Pavilion to be lively and extraordinary. The waves of vocals were higher than the waves, and the photographers blushed and their necks were thick.
Of course, despite the climax, the shooter always feels a little missing.
What's missing? It's less thrilling.
Somehow, Hong Huang did not participate in these hundreds of auctions, and Hong Huang quasi-Emperor died, and the of pits was also honest, without these two parties, the auction was uninteresting.
Seeing the Emperor Honghuang, who is as stable as Mount Tai, is all in the falsehood.
It seems that they all look down on these babies.
In fact, they don't look down on them, but they don't want to consume the source stone. You must know that their goal is to immortal treasures, which are third-rate goods.
They did not participate, and Ye Chen was happy.
It was the skinny old man next to him, lest the world would not be chaotic, and the general manager Ye Chen continued to pit people.
"Shoot, rest assured, is there a stare in the flood?"
The practitioners stunned Ye Chen and Hong Huang, and all secretly conveyed their voices.
Indeed, there is a man who pits himself, they are very relieved.
The blink of an eye is another day, but the auction of Nether Pavilion is still hot.
During this period, Ye Chen didn't take any shots, still holding her cheek with one hand, bored watching people bidding.
From time to time, there was a sneer in the corner of his mouth.
This sneer was to the Emperor Honghuang. Although those people were all false, they were all looking at him with the eyes of consciousness. They were cold eyes, and he could catch the killing clearly.
"I said, you're cold." The thin old man shivered.
"Cold." Ye Chen burst out of a word, stared at by dozens of quasi-perfect emperors, each killing a stab at the bones, not blame the cold, the skinny old man sitting next to him was also affected by the killing intention.
"After the auction, you can be careful, those quasi emperors are fierce."
"Be careful, too, in Honghuang's eyes, we are one group."
"Don't make trouble." The thin old man said, and he was about to leave. Ye Chen didn't say. He had forgotten that he had to stay away from the goods. Otherwise, he would be stared by Hong Huang, and he would die miserably.
He wanted to leave, but Ye Chen didn't want to, and dragged him back.
At the same time, the old man on the stage took a new lot.
Sky Thunder?
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, and he stared deadly at the old man's hand. In his palm, there was a thunderbolt, red all over the body, redr than blood seafood, stabbing, stabbing, tearing the void.
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