When the two went downstairs, they found that the street was full of figures, and without exception, they were all heading towards the center of the Netherworld Black Market.

"This scene is not very big!" Ye Chen said, putting on the ghost-headed mask again.

"This is a disguise pill and a voice change pill, swallow one." Xiong Er took out two pills from his crotch and handed it to Ye Chen, "It can change a person's appearance and voice, be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship."

Ye Chen wanted to take it, but when he remembered Xiong Er took it out of his crotch, he coughed dryly, "You keep it for use! I'd better wear a mask!"

As he said that, he took out the mask from his arms and put it on his face.

"No need to pull it." Xiong Er was shameless and swallowed the voice changer and disguise pill without regard for Ye Chen's disgusting eyes.

"Why are your storage bags in your crotch?"

"Safety."

Netherworld Black Market is close to the center, and there is a loft that towers into the clouds and is magnificent.

This attic is called Zanglong Pavilion, which is the place where Youdu has been auctioned over the years.

At this moment, looking down from the air, people from all over the world gathered, and everyone was not simple, and they were just low-key.

Soon, there was already a crowd of people in front of the gate of Zanglong Pavilion.

"Why haven't the door opened yet?" Some people were already impatient.

"The time has not come yet, why are you anxious?"

"I don't know what will be auctioned on Tianxuan Gate this time."

"The auction hosted by Tianxuan Sect is indeed extraordinary." Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh in secretly.

Soon, the gate of Zanglong Pavilion buzzed and slowly opened.

As soon as the door opened, an old man in black with a green dragon stick walked in the first step.

"Who is this person? You're too arrogant!"

"You don't know this. That's the old man from Black Mountain, who dominates the country!"

"It's my slut."

After the old man in Montenegro, several old men came in one after another.

Immediately afterwards, people rushed into Zanglong Pavilion.

"Let's go." Xiong Er also squeezed in with the crowd. His little fresh meat almost squeezed into meat pie.

Only when there were few people did Ye Chen take steps and walk in.

When Ye Chen walked in, he realized that the Zanglong Pavilion was a world with a huge radius.

The carved railings and jade are built in the hall, and the divine beauty is flying. Even the spiritual grass and flowers that are decorated are very extraordinary.

"What a big deal!" Ye Chen sighed.

Those who came in quickly found a place. Most of the monks who came to participate in the auction for the first time were filled with novel lights. As for those monks who had been there before, they seemed much more indifferent.

"That's it." Xiong Er pulled Ye Chen to a corner jade table. This guy was not polite, so he grabbed the spiritual fruit on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, stuffed it on the side, and even stuffed a few into his arms.

"Damn, leave some for me!" Ye Chen couldn't help but curse.

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

"You're so stubborn."

I don’t know how long it took, an old man sat down next to their table and looked carefully. Isn’t it the old man in purple who appeared in the wilderness yesterday?

He looked at the old man in purple and looked at the side, and Ye Chen couldn't help but feel shocked.

Although his cultivation level was suppressed, the old man in purple gave him the feeling that he was like a giant mountain pressing on his head.

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, and the old man in purple also looked at Ye Chen slightly, but a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The people from the Qi family in southern Xinjiang are here." Someone shouted.

At the door, three old men in gray had already walked in and went straight to the second floor private room.

"The Situ family in Western Shu has also arrived."

"Is that the Wang family in Beichuan? He actually came."

"The Shangguan family in Dongyue."

Most of the people who came here were cultivation families, and the situation was quite large, which attracted all the attention of the monks in the Tian Pavilion.

"Isn't anyone from your Xiong family here?" Ye Chen couldn't help but look at Xiong Er.

"Here you come!" Xiong Er, who was gnawing the spirit fruit, pointed to a man with a solid body, fat head and big ears, "Here, that's my second uncle."

"Your second uncle looks... quite casual!"

“That’s a must.”

"Hengyue Sect is here too." Someone shouted again.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen and Xiong Er looked over, and a middle-aged man with swordsman had already stepped into the gate, with his body as tall as a mountain, showing his thunderous and decisive spirit between dragons and tigers.

"Is this person from Hengyue Sect? Why haven't you seen him?" Ye Chen turned his head and looked at Xiong Er, "Have you seen him?"

"The master of Yujian Peak in the inner gate." Xiong Er really recognized it and said, "It seems to be called Feng Wuhen."

"The people from Zhengyang Sect have also arrived." As he was speaking, another sound came from below, and it was a gray-haired old man.

"Wu Changqing." Ye Chen recognized this person at a glance. Wasn't he the elder of the Zhengyang Sect's Law Enforcement Hall? The person who drove him out of Zhengyang Sect that day was Wu Changqing.

"The Qingyun Sect also sent someone to come."

After saying that, an old man in green walked in with a cane, followed by an old woman and a young man in purple.

When Ye Chen looked, his eyes narrowed instantly, especially when he saw the young man in white, there was a cold light in his eyes. Isn’t the person who had abandoned his dantian that day the only one was the young man in purple?

Ye Chen recognized him and turned into ashes. He was the second-ranked true disciple of the Qingyun Sect’s nine true teachings, Lu Zhi.

"This revenge will be avenged." Ye Chen subconsciously clenched his fists.

When the people from the three sects went up to the second floor one after another, three more men came in at the door, one gray-haired old man, one purple-robed middle-aged man, and one white-robed young man.

Seeing this, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes again. Aren’t these three people the ones who chased Chu Ling'er in the Monster Forest that day? Ye Chen never thought that he would meet them again here.

"People from the Bloodthirsty Hall." There were many surprises on the scene.

The three sects in the Great Chu Palace are the most powerful in the Bloodthirsty Hall, and the Northern Chu Palace is a real giant. Even the three sects dare not provoke them easily.

"It's lively now."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple to take pictures of babies."

Below, an old figure had already walked upstairs on a high platform, and everyone here called him Yangge Lao.

"I should know the rules here, so I won't talk nonsense." Yang Ge Lao said frankly, "The auction begins."

Then, a man walked onto the stage with a spiritual sword.

The spiritual sword was surrounded by purple light, and its sharp sword light was intimidating, and sometimes it made a clanging sound, which was definitely a terrifying killing sword.

"The Ziyang Sword has a minimum price of 50,000 spirit stones, and those with the higher price will get it." Yangge Lao said lightly.

"I'll pay 51,000." Soon, someone raised the sign.

"Fifty-three."

"Sixty thousand."

In just a dozen breaths, the price of a spirit sword rose. As the price continued to increase, the auction became popular.

"This is too expensive." Ye Chen couldn't help but smack his tongue. The first auction item was so expensive, which made him embarrassed to take action by those spirit stones.

"Have you ever heard of a good start?" Xiong Er said, "The first auction item was to liven up the atmosphere, and there were cheap ones behind it."

"Eighty thousand spirit stones."

"Eighty-five."

"Ninety thousand."

Below, the competition is still fierce. In order to get the Ziyang Sword, they all increased their bids one by one, and their faces were red and their necks were thick.

"100,000." At this moment, a voice came from the second floor, and the one who bid was Wu Changqing of Zhengyang Sect.

Now, the people below simply stopped.

"If no one raises the price, the Ziyang Sword will be from Zhengyang Sect." On the high platform, Master Yang Pavilion glanced at the bottom. Seeing that no one raised the price, he waved his hand and took the Ziyang Sword back into his sleeve.

Immediately, someone from the audience came up again, holding a small copper stove in his hand. The small copper stove was carved with Taoist patterns and radiant light. Although it was only as big as a palm, it revealed a majestic aura.

"Zhiyang copper furnace, the base price is 30,000 yuan, and the auction starts now."

Soon, someone made a bid, and he added 10,000 spirit stones with great courage.

"fifty thousand."

"Seventy thousand."

"I'll pay ninety thousand."
To be continued...