Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

Chapter 48: In full swing

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

"This scene is not ordinary!" Ye Chen said, putting on the ghost head mask again.

"These are the appearance-changing pills and the voice-changing pills, swallow one." Xiong Er took out two pills from his crotch and handed them to Ye Chen, "It can change a person's appearance and voice, so be careful and sail the ship for thousands of years."

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

As he spoke, 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-changing pills and the appearance-changing pills without paying any attention to Ye Chen's disgusted look.

"Why do you put your storage bag in your crotch?"

"Safety."

Near the center of the Netherworld Black Market, there is an attic, towering into the clouds and majestic.

This attic is called Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and it is the place where Youdu has conducted auctions over the years.

At this moment, looking down from the air, people from all directions are gathering. Everyone is not simple and behaves in a low-key manner.

Not long after, there was already a sea of people in front of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

"Why aren't you opening the door yet?" Some people were already impatient with waiting.

"The time hasn't come yet, why are you in a hurry?"

"I wonder what Tianxuanmen will auction this time."

"The auction hosted by Tianxuanmen is indeed extraordinary." Behind the crowd, Ye Chen couldn't help but secretly sighed.

Soon, the door of Hidden Dragon Pavilion buzzed and slowly opened.

As soon as the door opened, an old man in black clothes holding a green dragon staff was the first to step in.

"Who is this person? He is too trusting!"

"You don't even know this, that's the old man from Montenegro, he dominates!"

"I'm blind."

After the old man from Montenegro, several more old men filed in.

Immediately afterwards, crowds of people came in one after another, rushing into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

"Let's go, let's go." Xiong Er followed the crowd and squeezed in. His little piece of fresh meat was almost squeezed into a meat pie.

When there were few people around, Ye Chen took a step forward and walked in.

Walking in, Ye Chen discovered that the Hidden Dragon Pavilion was a world of its own, with a radius of tens of thousands of feet.

The carved railings and jade in the hall are filled with divine flowers, and even the decorative herbs and flowers are extraordinary.

"What a generous move!" Ye Chen sighed.

The people who came in quickly found their seats. The eyes of the monks who came to participate in the auction for the first time were mostly filled with novelty. As for the monks who had been here before, they seemed much more indifferent.

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

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

"You're wearing a mask and can't eat, so I'll eat for you."

"I'll hold you to death."

I don’t know how long it took, but an old man sat down beside their table. If he took a closer look, he saw that he was not the old man in purple who appeared in the wild forest yesterday.

Looking sideways at the old man in purple, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel frightened.

Although his cultivation was suppressed to the level of Qi Condensation, the purple-clothed old man gave him the feeling of being weighed down by a huge mountain.

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

"The Qi family from Southern Xinjiang are here." Someone shouted.

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

"The Situ family from Xishu has also arrived."

"Is that the Wang family from Beichuan? They're here too."

"The Shangguan family in Dongyue."

Most of the people who came were from cultivating families, and the formations were quite large, attracting the attention of all the monks in the Tiange Pavilion.

"Isn't anyone from your Xiong family coming?" Glancing at the family members who were walking in at the door, Ye Chen couldn't help but look at Xiong Er.

"Here he comes!" Xiong Er, who was chewing the spiritual fruit, pointed to a stocky, fat-headed man on one side, "Well, that's my second uncle."

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

"That is required."

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

Hearing this, Ye Chen and Xiong Er looked over one after another. A middle-aged man with a sword in his back had already stepped into the door. His body was as tall as a mountain, and he showed his vigorous and resolute spirit in the steps of a dragon and a tiger.

"Is this person from the Heng Yue Sect? Why haven't you seen him before?" Ye Chen turned to look at Xiong Er, "Have you seen him before?"

"The elder of Yujian Peak from the inner sect." Xiong Er really recognized him and said, "I think his name is Feng Wuhen."

"People from the Zhengyang Sect have also arrived." Just as he was talking, another voice came from below, it was an old man with gray hair.

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

"The Qingyun Sect also sent people."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in blue walked in with a cane, followed by an old woman and a young man in purple.

When Ye Chen looked at him, his eyes instantly narrowed. Especially when he saw the young man in white, there was a cold light in his eyes. Wasn't the person who destroyed his Dantian that day the same young man in purple

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

When the people from the three sects reached the second floor one after another, three more people filed in at the door, an old man with gray hair, a middle-aged man in purple robe, and a young man in white robe.

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

"People from the Bloodthirsty Palace." There were many surprised voices at the scene.

There are one palace and three sects in Da Chu, and the Bloodthirsty Palace dominates the north. It is a real giant, and none of the three sects dare to provoke it easily.

"It's exciting now."

"If you want to take pictures of your baby, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Below, on a high platform, an old figure has stepped up. People here call him Mr. Yangge.

"You should all know the rules here, so I won't talk nonsense." Mr. Yangge spoke crisply, "Let the auction begin."

Immediately, a man walked onto the stage holding a spiritual sword.

The spiritual sword was filled with purple light, its sharp sword light was frightening, and it would sometimes make a clanging sound. It was definitely a terrifying killing sword.

"The Ziyang Sword has a base price of 50,000 spirit stones. The one with the highest price will get it." Mr. Yang Ge said calmly.

"I offer fifty-one thousand." Soon, someone held up a sign.

"Fifty-three thousand."

"Sixty thousand."

In just a dozen breaths, the price of a spirit sword has risen. As the price continues to increase, the auction has become more popular.

"This is too expensive." Ye Chen couldn't help but smacked his lips as he turned around. The price of the first auction item was so high that he was too embarrassed to take action on all his spirit stones.

"Haven't you heard of a good start?" Xiong Er said, "The first auction item is to liven up the atmosphere, and there are cheaper ones later."

"Eighty thousand spiritual stones."

"Eighty-five thousand."

"Ninety thousand."

Below, the competition is still fierce. In order to get the Purple Sun Sword, everyone is raising the price desperately, roaring until their faces are red and their necks are thick.

"One hundred thousand." At this moment, a voice came from the second floor, and the bidder was Wu Changqing of Zhengyang Sect.

At this time, the people below simply stopped.

"If no one raises the price, this Ziyang Sword belongs to the Zhengyang Sect." On the high platform, Mr. Yangge glanced below. Seeing that no one raised the price, he waved and put the Ziyang Sword back into his sleeve.

Immediately, another person came up from the audience, holding a small copper stove in his hand. The small copper stove was covered with Dao patterns and glowed with a bright light. Although it was only as big as a palm, it revealed a majestic aura. .

"Zhiyang Copper Furnace, the base price is 30,000, the bidding starts now."

Soon, someone made a bid, and they boldly added 10,000 spirit stones.

"fifty thousand."

"Seventy thousand."

"I'll pay 90,000."

The voices of shouting prices came and went, and they looked determined to win the small copper stove.

"This small copper stove is not bad." Ye Chen touched his chin.

"If you want it, raise the price." Xiong Er said.

"No money."

"forget it."

In the blink of an eye, the small copper furnace below has been auctioned for a high price of 150,000 yuan, and judging from the posture, it is difficult to win the small copper furnace with the 150,000 spirit stones.

"One hundred and sixty thousand, I, the Qingyun Sect, have taken it." The voice of the Qingyun Sect elder came from above.

Suddenly, all the fighting and drums below stopped. Leaving aside the 160,000 spirit stones, this behemoth of the Qingyun Sect was not something that ordinary people would dare to provoke.

"Since no one has raised the bid, this Qinglong will belong to the Qingyun Sect." Mr. Yangge glanced around for a week and saw that no one bid, so he waved his sleeves and collected the small copper stove.

The next thing he took out was still a spiritual weapon. It was a Bagua mirror. As soon as it was taken out, it scattered hot spiritual light. The divine light shone, eye-catching, and revealed terrifying aura fluctuations.

"The base price is 100,000, and the bidding begins."

"One hundred and ten thousand." A purple-clothed Taoist from below made the first bid.

"Zhou Cang, you are so petty, but you can't take away this Bagua Mirror." On the other side, a white-haired old man with a gloomy face sneered.

"I will pay 120,000 yuan." The white-haired old man smiled sinisterly.

Zhou Cang's expression turned cold and he snorted coldly, "You're 10,000, 130,000."

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

"I'll pay 170,000."

The entire Hidden Dragon Pavilion was filled with the sound of two people bidding. The two seemed to have a grudge for a long time. There was coldness and hostility between the lines. Even if they had to go hard, they would have to compete on the price.

Sure enough, this Netherworld Black Market Auction is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface. In fact, secretly, these people are fighting.

"Two hundred thousand."

"Ten thousand, two hundred and ten thousand."

The competition in the Bagua Mirror was so fierce that the two of them were blushing and neck-deep. It was not until the third person joined that the balance was broken, followed by the fourth and fifth people.

As the number of competitors continued to increase, the price of the Bagua Mirror soared to as much as three hundred thousand.

"Nima, I'm just going to get involved?" Xiong Er said angrily, "What a bunch of beasts to raise the price so high."

"Why do I feel like this auction has nothing to do with us?"

“It’s so frustrating to have no money.”

Below, the bidding for the Bagua Mirror has ended, and the person who got it turned out to be an old man as thin as a monkey.

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