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"It's Taiyin Zhenhuo." The thin old man pinched his beard.
"I'm just telling you!" Ye Chen's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands fiercely. As an alchemist, how could he not know the true fire of Taiyin? It is a kind of true fire with innate yin attributes. It is not unusual, and its level is not the same. It is considered low. Speaking of which, it is much stronger than the Samadhi True Fire. That level of True Fire is already on the verge of fairy fire and is not generally precious.
"Are you interested in Taiyin Zhenhuo?" the thin old man asked.
"I'm also interested in your Nanming Lihuo." Ye Chen said and looked at the thin old man Danhai. The purple flame was really beautiful. If it was blended into the fairy fire, it would be extraordinary.
When Ye Chen looked at him like this, the thin old man sat down to the side again.
The strange thing is that the look in Ye Chen's eyes is so abnormal that it makes him feel cold all over. Maybe he has been targeted by this guy. At this moment, he is thinking of robbing him after the auction
Don't tell me, Ye Chen has this intention.
He has done many shameless things, not least of which is this one.
However, he was still surprised, or in other words, he couldn't understand the significance of the Netherland Continent's auction. There were so many treasures, including Taiyin True Fire and Immortal Gold. These were heaven-defying treasures. This is also put up for auction, how wasteful it is.
While talking, the auction of the small tower came to an end.
The final price was not low, it was over 80 million, and it was bought by an old quasi-emperor. However, compared to the price of the purple gold gourd, this small tower was still far behind. This was just a small deal.
Afterwards, several of the lots were also quite extraordinary.
However, although there are many treasures and the prices are not low, they are not as good as the small gourd with 200 million source stones. Comparing the before and after, the later items are slightly dim and not worth mentioning.
Under the spotlight of everyone, Old Man Nether retrieved another treasure.
This time, it was a sealed treasure box, which contained elixirs. It was a genuine eight-marked elixir and a life-extending eight-marked elixir. The strong fragrance of the medicine had filled the entire venue.
At this time, all the old guys present became energetic.
At a glance, those pairs of old eyes were filled with fiery fright. What's more, they even licked their dry tongues and stared at the treasure box, which was a life-saving elixir.
Eight-marked elixirs are not common, let alone eight-marked elixirs that can extend life.
At their age, elixirs that extend longevity are far more precious than magic weapons and secret treasures. Life is gone, and if the treasure is of any use, everything is just a cloud in the face of life.
"Eight lines of life-sustaining golden elixir." Ye Chen murmured.
As an elixir saint, he had no reason not to recognize that elixir. Among the Eight Patterns of elixirs, it was considered to be the best among the best. Not to mention how cumbersome its refining process was, even the materials needed to make the elixir were extremely difficult to find. Come on, this kind of elixir is a priceless treasure to older monks.
Now, this pill was put up for auction, which surprised him again.
He still couldn't figure out the meaning of this auction in Netherland Continent. Is it just a lack of money
Thinking in his mind, he withdrew his gaze from the Eight Marks Pill and looked around.
From far away, he could sense the elder's mood, his heart was pounding, the same was true for the thin old man next to him, and the prehistoric quasi-emperor was also licking his tongue.
Seeing this scene, it was not difficult for him to imagine that the next auction would be very intense.
"Damn it, if I had known there was an eight-line life-sustaining pill, I should have brought more money." The thin old man scolded.
"No matter how much money you bring, can you still get more money than before?" Ye Chen said leisurely.
"Bullshit, the Netherworld Continent is really bullshit." The thin old man was very angry and complained with his hands resting on his hands, "Taiyin True Fire, Eight Patterns Life-Sustaining Pill, and Immortal Gold are all priceless treasures. Let's sell these too. , and also provoked the Honghuang tribe, isn’t this just a gift to Honghuang?”
"You also said, don't just look at things at face value."
"What do you mean?"
"There are probably unspeakable secrets in the Netherworld Continent."
"Don't say it's useless, just lend me some! I'll pay it back." The thin old man turned his head and looked at Ye Chen expectantly. He was also an old guy. He didn't have much life left and needed pills to extend his life.
"Even if I lend you all the money, you won't be able to get the eight-line life-sustaining pill." Ye Chen shook his head with a smile.
"How will you know if you don't try." The thin old man still didn't give up.
Ye Chen didn't say anything, and just handed the thin old man a scroll. It was densely covered with handwriting. After looking carefully, he realized that there were various kinds of alchemy materials, and there were tens of thousands of them.
"What is this?" the thin old man asked doubtfully.
"The materials needed to refine the eight-line life-sustaining pill." Ye Chen took a sip of wine, "Find all these materials and I will help you refine them."
"Are you an alchemist?" The thin old man was surprised, with a stunned expression.
"Why, it doesn't look like it?"
"Not really."
"I will never lend you the money. If you want the eight-line life-sustaining pill, I can help you refine it." Ye Chen smiled, and then added, "However, the pill is not made in vain. It is the rule of an alchemist to charge a commission. As for the commission, I don’t want the source stone or the magic weapon. I just want your Nanming Lihuo. Other than that, there is no need to talk about it.”
"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 have to understand, that is the eight-line life-sustaining elixir. Its level is infinitely close to the nine-line elixir. I dare say that the entire world can What it can produce will never be better than three people. You can ask other alchemists. If their commission is less than mine, I will help you refine it for free and I will never break my promise."
The thin old man was silent and frowned slightly.
As Ye Chen said, he also asked alchemists to refine the eight-line life-sustaining pill, but their commission was more terrifying than taking his life. These are not important. What is important is that those alchemists basically In the event of a calamity, it is still unknown whether one can survive the calamity.
"You're not an alchemist, so what's the use of real fire." Ye Chen said deceptively.
"Don't make trouble, I'll point him out." The thin old man coughed dryly.
"Use a trace of Nanming Lihuo's origin to blend into the animal fire, and then sell it as real fire. How many more years can you continue to do this deception?" Ye Chen curled his lips.
"How do you know?" The thin old man was a little surprised.
"Because, I was the one who bought you "really hot" last night."
"This is too..." The thin old man twitched the corner of his mouth with a wonderful expression. He couldn't help but look at Ye Chen up and down. If Ye Chen hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that the two of them were so destined.
"Eight-line life-sustaining pill and Nanming Lihuo, you choose." Ye Chen took a bite of the spiritual fruit.
"Elixir." The thin old man gritted his teeth.
"That's right!" Ye Chen said cheerfully. He couldn't refine the Nine Pattern Pills, but he was familiar with the Eight Pattern Pills. Now that the Alchemy Master has fallen and the Alchemy Emperor has been buried, there are many high-level alchemists in the world. He was buried in a calamity. He, the Alchemy Sage, was the leader in the alchemy world.
The thin old man didn't speak anymore, he just buried his head and looked at his own Danhai.
This Nan Ming Li Huo has been with him for thousands of years, just like a family member. However, he is dying, and in order to live a few more years, he has to reluctantly part with him. This decision is a bit cruel.
At this moment, he felt a little regretful. He regretted that he did not become an alchemist back then, and that when he got older, he had to pay such a heavy price for a life-extending elixir.
After a moment, he raised his eyes and peeked at Ye Chen.
For some reason, he always felt that the person sitting next to him had a kind of magic power, or a kind of self-confidence that made him irresistible. He believed in him unconditionally. He should understand that he could refine the eight-line life-sustaining pill. , this masked young man is his nobleman.
"I'm offering 80 million."
"You are worth ten million, and I will give you ninety million."
"One hundred million."
While the thin old man was deep in thought, the auction of the Eight-Line Life-Extending Pills had reached its climax. Many old guys were going crazy one by one, raising the price desperately, hoping to increase their worth.
Ye Chen drank quietly and watched quietly.
What he is paying attention to is the quasi-emperors of the prehistoric era. He can also calculate that the quasi-emperors of the prehistoric era are all dormant, and they all want the eight-line life-sustaining golden elixir. The real competition is not between the monks in the world, but them, comparing financial resources. , the people in the heavens and the people in the primitive world are thousands of miles apart.
"If you want to get the elixir, you have to pay a price." Ye Chen sneered.
That's right, he is ready to cause trouble. He is the best at stirring up trouble. He can figure out the opponent's bottom line. This is knowing yourself and the enemy, and the name of cheating God is not for nothing.
"One hundred and ninety million." Amid the fierce competition, a cold snort resounded throughout the venue.
With one word, the noisy Nether Pavilion fell into silence for an instant. Too many seniors shook their heads helplessly, and the juniors were all swallowing hard. The price of this eight-line life-sustaining golden elixir is already higher than the previous one. Zijin Little Gourd, the old guy fought tooth and nail to stay alive.
Look at the bidder again, sitting in the corner, covered in black robes.
Too many people looked back, but they couldn't see through that person's lineup. They only knew whether he was a quasi-emperor or a quasi-emperor with a short lifespan. Otherwise, they wouldn't be bidding so hard.
"But there is still a price increase." Old Man Nether said and glanced below.
There was no response to his words, but he wanted to respond. However, without money, the seniors were all lying down, let alone the juniors. He was a quasi-emperor. Do you want to compete with him for financial resources
"Even if no one raises the price, the eight lines of life-extending golden elixir will belong to..."
"I want to take away the life-sustaining pill for 190 million. I think it's too good." Before the old man You Ming finished speaking, a faint smile suddenly sounded, coming from the east, from the quasi-emperor Yongzhu, that guy is actually Leisurely, reclining on the seat, he was turning his fingers comfortably.
"I will offer 200 million yuan." Yaozhu said with a playful smile.
With one word, the black-robed quasi-emperor lowered his eyes sadly and just sighed. If Honghuang intervened, he was destined to miss the chance.
He just gave up, and the other cultivators had no intention of raising more prices.
Everyone understands that the auction of the eight-line life-sustaining golden elixir has just begun. The bidders will be the giants of the ancient times. Compared with the financial resources, they have to be the ancients. Small characters like them, and even quasi-emperors, are far away. It's not enough. If Honghuang wants it, no one can take the elixir away.
This is the way of the world. It is cruel to compare people to each other and crush them to death. 18