Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Time suddenly slowed down, and every breath, every moment, was torment.

Fang Junmei didn't want to go shopping anymore, so he returned to the inn, drinking old wine, and thinking about his stomach.

Is that woman really Yang Xiaoslow?

If so, how did she survive, and why did she get here?

A mind full of doubts.

......

A day passed in anxiety.

The next day, Fang Junmei went out early and came to the gate of the auction hall, and he didn't go in, he stood on the side of the road and watched, looking at the direction of the gate of Bafang Mansion.

There is a constant stream around you.

The monks formed a surging flow of people, and when they walked into the door of the auction hall, no one looked at the Jun Mei above a few times, and he didn't care at all.

After more than half an hour, the monks who entered the auction hall began to sparsely fall, and there were few more, Fang Junmei was still waiting outside the door like a stupid whirl, looking at it.

......

Finally!

In the gate of the Bafang Mansion, figures came out one after another.

The first to come out is, of course, the Seven Venerables, no, the Six Venerables, and still don't see the "Ghost of Time" Xue Piaopiao.

Then, there was a group of monks who came with them, and if they could come together, they must all be elite.

Fang Junmei actually saw an old acquaintance of the human race again!

Dressed in green clothes, with wide robes and large sleeves, revealing two thick little arms.

He is only more than seven feet tall, but he is exceptionally strong, and he is generally long, and he feels like a small mountain.

The neck is a little short, and the facial contour is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, which makes it even more stocky, the bridge of the nose is horizontal, and the lips are thick, but the temperament does not look honest at all, but because of the deep and indifferent eyes, it is full of strange charm.

It turned out to be the sword master in Tsing Yi!

The sword master in Tsing Yi also has a demon fire pattern tattooed on his forehead, and he is now in the middle of the human realm.

......

"With his recklessness, how could he also throw himself into the Dark Islands, is it a plan, or is he being hunted down?"

Fang Jun's eyebrows fluttered again.

But after a few breaths, his eyes were dull, and the color of infinite loss came up from the bottom of his eyes.

See!

He saw the appearance of the yellow-clothed female cultivator, a young woman with a bit of beauty, but it was not Yang Xiaoslow at all, and there was nothing similar in her eyes!

Fang Jun's eyebrows turned pale as if he had been hit hard.

......

The thugs entered the auction hall.

Except for the three or four rows of seats deliberately reserved for the Seven Great Venerables and others in the front row, there were already few vacant seats, and Fang Junmei almost sat in the back corner, and he didn't care about it.

At the top of the hall wall, hundreds of pearls shine, illuminating the hall brightly, at this moment, there are already nearly a thousand monks, ninety percent of them are supreme monks, it is really shocking!

There was a buzzing sound.

When the prison king and the others came in, the voice finally became quieter, all eyes were on them, and the door was slammed shut!

Fang Jun's eyebrows swept over the Tsing Yi Sword Lord, swept over the female cultivator, and there was a complex surge.

......

After the prison king and the others took their seats, an old man came to the stage.

Sixty years old, dressed in a simple blue and white robe, elegant and handsome, but in that pair of flexible and somewhat over-the-top eyes, there is a bit of cunning taste, to the realm of the later stage.

"Everyone!"

The clear and powerful voice resounded throughout the audience, and the old man said: "I think everyone can't wait, so don't wait, this auction conference will start now." ”

"This auction conference, thanks to the love of the seven great venerables, is still presided over by me Qin Jiang——"

At this point, there was a sudden pause, the corners of Qin Jiang's mouth hooked, and he smiled slyly: "I have heard the voice of some old opponents scolding me in my heart, how come I, an old immortal, have not died yet." ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

When they're not fighting, these old guys joke and it's funny.

......

After the laughter fell, Qin Jiang's face turned straight and said: "Although the old man is not dead yet, our Dark Islands, and the festival with all foreign monks are also there, but you must not worry about your safety, and I will never make a move on you in the promised time." ”

An awe-inspiring look.

"In order to appease the hearts of all of you who are not our fellow Daoists of the Dark Islands, before the official auction, the old man will first talk about a rule!"

Qin Jiang Zhengse said: "Daoists who have auctioned valuable things and feel unsafe can leave halfway, and other monks who have not bid for treasures are not allowed to go out before the end of the auction conference, including the six great Venerables!

Everyone nodded slightly.

Many people thought that as long as it wasn't the Prison King, and it wasn't the other six great Venerables who were chasing after them personally, they shouldn't have to worry too much about leaving halfway.

And Qin Jiang's rule, there is a second beauty, that is-do you want to run halfway? Then you have to shoot something first!

......

"Brother Qin, that ghost of time, won't he make a move?"

Someone asked abruptly.

As soon as these words came out, many monks remembered that there was such an important person who did not come, and they listened to the answer together!

"He won't make a move!"

Qin Jiang only replied with six words, no more explanations, but his tone was full of certainty.

The crowd is silent, even if they don't believe, what can they do?

......

"If you have no other questions, let's gossip and start the first auction of the day!"

Qin Jiang swept the middle of the field again, and said happily, the rhythm is fast and slow, and the mastery is excellent.

Smack!

Clapped his hands slightly, and from a small door behind the side of the auction table, a female cultivator with a lovely appearance came out, holding a jade plate in her hand, and a transparent gourd-like thing was placed on the plate.

In the gourd, something that seemed to have black sand and black smoke tumbled, condensing into a ghost-like face from time to time, grinning at the people outside.

Finally, at this moment, some of the monks, their eyes lit up, and they looked carefully.

"Today's first auction item is a group of eighth-order earth-walking spiritual objects, which is prepared for some young Daoists in the Ancestral Skill Period, if the Daoists in the Spiritual Period want to bid——"

Halfway through the conversation, the conversation changed sharply, and the tone was also a pause.

What's going on?

Won't you let it go?

Everyone's eyes are glaring!

"The old man really can't stop you, who can't get along with money!"

Qin Jiang smiled slyly, spread his hands, and continued.

Everyone listened again, and some people laughed happily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in order not to drag on the time of this auction conference for too long, the starting price of this eighth-order earth-walking spirit object is 100 million immortal jade, and each increase in price must not be less than 50 million immortal jade, and those who want it can bid!"

The auction has finally begun.

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