The huge Netherworld Pavilion fell into a peaceful silence due to the prehistoric silence.
Everyone looked at them.
Everyone wants to see if these ancient ashes will continue to fight against the deceitful gods.
I have to say that the most enlightened person is Old Man Netherworld.
As the person who presided over the auction, he was quite leisurely and silent. He only patted his shoulders and dusted himself as if he had nothing to do. After so many years of auctioning, this was the most impressive one today. I don’t know where it came from. The dark horse pushed this auction to the top again and again. It was this dark horse that made his Netherworld Pavilion's income more than ten times higher.
After all, he still has to thank Ye Chen.
Thinking of this, the old man Nether glanced sideways at Ye Chen. His old eyes were full of deep meaning. Just like before, he couldn't see through Ye Chen, and he didn't know who Ye Chen was. What is worthy of recognition is that Dai Dai People in masks like to cause trouble with Honghuang.
"Senior, after the auction, you have to reward me with some money." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"It's easy to talk about." Old Man Youming smiled, and the two of them understood each other tacitly.
"What?" As the two of them were conversing with each other, a howl suddenly sounded. It was the thin old man beside Ye Chen who slapped the table, stood up, and said in a harsh voice.
His voice didn't matter, it shocked so many people that they felt the urge to urinate.
The thin old man ignored all directions, only looking at the prehistoric quasi-emperors, and said, "Do you want to increase the price or not? I want to give you a nice word, I'm still waiting for the immortal gold? A real fire, what the hell, can More precious than fairy gold? You still have to think about it for hundreds of years? It’s a grind.”
The peaceful Netherworld Pavilion became unstable and was filled with the shouts and screams of this guy.
Since no one spoke, his howl sounded extra loud.
However, this guy's words are not ordinary. Every sentence is inseparable from the immortal gold. He had known that Ye Chen wanted the true fire of Taiyin, so he used this method to remind the prehistoric tribe that there would be more to come. Where is the immortal gold? That is the real treasure, much more precious than the real fire of Taiyin. You are all here to take pictures of the immortal gold, so why bother trying to compete with a real fire.
To put it bluntly, the thin old man was helping Ye Chen, and Ye Chen also needed his cooperation.
Tacit understanding, what is tacit understanding, this is tacit understanding.
Not to mention, when the hesitant people heard the immortal gold, their eyes flashed with a sharp light, yes! Their goal is immortal gold, not the so-called Taiyin True Fire.
It’s not impossible to take really popular photos, but you have to be prepared to be tricked.
That's not just one or two Origin Stones, that's a mountain of money! It can range from tens of millions to hundreds of millions. If too many Origin Stones are wasted on True Fire, the subsequent auction of Immortal Gold will definitely fail.
After thinking for a while, all the quasi-emperors in the prehistoric era glanced at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was leisurely, with his legs crossed and one hand holding melon seeds, clicking, clicking, clicking in a rhythm. He directly ignored the cold look of the prehistoric quasi-emperor. The reason why he added another 100 million was not to spend too much money. Yes, all of this is just to confuse the public.
The so-called true and false, he is creating a fog of doubt. If he can really force the opponent to retreat, it will be worth spending an extra 100 million.
"But the price will be increased." The old man Netherworld, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
"I won't follow." Hong Huang's tone was surprisingly consistent.
After hearing this, Ye Chen's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.
It's not surprising that he is like this, it's just because the quasi-emperors of the prehistoric era have a frighteningly high bottom line for Taiyin Zhenhuo. If Honghuang really wants to fight him to the end, the price of the real fire will never be lower than 2 billion.
Unfortunately, he had no choice but to use some tricks.
He raised the price himself, which was the first step, just to confuse the audience; the second step, the thin old man beside him, reminded the Immortal Gold without any sense of violation; the third step, it was his name for cheating God. The number was given, because he had laid too much groundwork before and tricked Honghuang more than once to avoid being tricked again. It would be strange for those quasi-emperors of the Honghuang clan not to take this into account.
Facts have proved that these three steps are indeed effective and successfully deterred the prehistoric era.
Facts have also proved that a war without gunpowder is more heart-warming than military war.
"The tricks to deceive people are so unpredictable!" Seeing Honghuang give up, people everywhere were sighing.
"They are still not close to fighting against the cheating gods."
"What a man! He won't become smarter until he is tricked a few times."
"The prehistoric period was deficient, free and easy, and the trick was done beautifully."
"I helped you. Is the commission cheaper?" Amidst the sighs, the thin old man rubbed his hands and looked at Ye Chen with a smile, "How about you break my Nanming Lihuo into the Origin Stone."
"Not so good." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"You bastard, if you don't agree, why are you smiling so hard and still smiling so happily?"
"We can't talk about this, but I can give you some gifts."
"With your urine, I don't expect the gift to be valuable." The thin old man put his hands in his hands and pouted.
"I'll give you an extra eight-marked elixir, isn't it considered precious?" Ye Chen smiled at the old man.
"I thought you could just take what I said earlier as nonsense." The thin old man stroked his beard with a meaningful look on his face. Even Ye Chen was caught off guard by this change in his face.
"I'm very relieved to see senior like this. Such a shameless spirit really follows me." Ye Chen said with seriousness and sincerity. He was optimistic about someone like the thin old man, who was absolutely talented.
"The auction continues." Old Man Nether's words came out in a melodious voice.
The sighs were stopped, and the photographers' eyes were focused on the central platform.
On the stage, Old Man Netherworld has taken out something, which is a magical mirror hanging in the palm of his hand, buzzing and trembling. It is overflowing with light, radiating fairy light, the mirror surface is bright, and the inexplicable Tao Yuan is intertwined.
What a baby!
The photographers had bright eyes and stared closely at the magic mirror. For some reason, they always felt as if they were in a trance while looking at the mirror. They could vaguely see mysterious visions in the mirror.
"It's so weird." The thin old man murmured.
"That's the fairy mirror that takes care of the heart." Ye Chen said leisurely.
"Why, do you recognize it?"
"It is a special magical weapon that targets the mind. It is not very powerful, but it is a magical weapon that can assist. When fighting with others, if the other party has this magical mirror, it can disrupt your mind. Even for just a moment, it can determine success or failure. One It’s not impossible to get caught by someone if you don’t pay attention.”
"With such understanding, it seems that you are determined to win." The thin old man looked sideways at Ye Chen.
"Not interested." Ye Chen replied casually, just immersed in drinking wine. He was as determined as he was. The last thing he was afraid of was this kind of magic weapon. He had already broken through the six paths of reincarnation, so he was still afraid of the magic mirror
Just because he doesn't want it doesn't mean others don't want it.
After Old Man Netherworld took out the divine mirror, within a dozen breaths or so, the price of the divine mirror soared to 50 million. Many great saints were killed, but only a group of quasi-emperors were trying to increase the price.
"Okay, I have nothing to do anymore." The thin old man curled his lips.
"It's none of your business." Ye Chen coughed and smiled. As early as Zhou Tian, he took a peek at the people present. There was a human cultivation quasi-emperor whose bottom line for the divine mirror was as high as 200 million. In other words, there was no 200 million source stones, don't even think about taking away the magic 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 he was a human cultivator.
If the other party is a prehistoric person, he will not hesitate to step in and end the matter, facing death in the trap.
Sure enough, as he expected, the person who got the divine mirror was indeed the quasi-emperor.
As for the price, it’s over 100 million.
The auction of the magic mirror is over. Some people are happy and some are sad. Too many people are anxious, but they are short of money.
When his thoughts were still lingering, Old Man Nether picked up another object.
The item being auctioned this time is a bit different. It is a hammer, black and dark, but extremely heavy. The weight distorts the space. If it is taken out to fight, one stick can smash it into a pile.
The photographers scanned it up and down, and all of them touched their chins.
The bidding started, and the producers increased their bids. More than half of them didn't know what the black mallet was, but they all followed it desperately, holding the idea that the items in the Netherworld Pavilion must be treasures.
The final price of the iron rod and hammer was neither high nor low, and it was bought by an old sage.
Afterwards, Old Man Netherworld took the auction items one after another, and the secret treasures appeared one after another, causing the Netherworld Pavilion to be very lively. The waves of people were louder than the waves, and the bidders all blushed and had thick necks.
However, although there are many photos, the photographers always feel that something is missing.
What's missing? Of course, there is no thrilling drama.
I don’t know why, but none of the hundreds of auction items participated in the auction. The quasi-emperor of the ancient world has died down, and the deceitful god is also honest. Without these two parties, the auction would be boring.
Go and see all the quasi-emperors in the prehistoric times. They are as stable as Mount Tai, and they are all in a slumber.
It seems that they all despise these treasures.
In fact, it's not that they don't like it, but they don't want to waste the Source Stone. You must know that their goal is the final treasure, immortal gold. Compared with the immortal gold, these are all third-rate goods.
If they didn't participate, Ye Chen would be happy and at ease.
On the other hand, the thin old man beside him always encouraged Ye Chen to continue to trick people, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
"Shoot, don't worry, are there any deceitful gods watching over you?"
The cultivators looked at Ye Chen and Hong Huang, and they all secretly communicated with each other, happily.
Indeed, they were relieved that there was a deceitful god cultivated by humans.
In the blink of an eye, another day has passed, but the auction in Netherworld Pavilion is still hot.
During this period, Ye Chen didn't take any action. He still held his cheek with one hand and watched people bidding in boredom.
Occasionally, there would be a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
This sneer was directed at the prehistoric quasi-emperor. Although those people were all asleep, they were all peeping at him with their spiritual eyes. They were cold eyes, and he could clearly capture the murderous intention.
"I asked you, are you cold?" The thin old man shuddered.
"Cold." Ye Chen blurted out one word, and was stared at by more than a dozen quasi-emperors, all with murderous intent. It would be strange if he wasn't cold. The thin old man sitting next to him was also affected by the murderous intent.
"After the auction, you should be careful, those quasi-emperors are very vicious."
"You should also be careful. In Honghuang's eyes, we are the same."
"Don't make trouble." The thin old man said, folding his hands and about to leave. Ye Chen didn't say anything, but he forgot that he had to stay away from this guy, otherwise, he would die miserably if he was targeted by Honghuang.
He wanted to leave, but Ye Chen didn't want to, so he pulled him back.
At the same time, the Nether Old Man on the stage took out a new lot.
Thunder
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the hand of the old man Netherworld. In his hand, there was a bolt of thunder and lightning, which was red all over, redder than blood and seafood. It stung and tore through the void space.
PS: Sorry, there are so many things during the New Year, so I have no choice but to stop updating. I will reply to all the messages from book friends.