tomorrow.

tomorrow.

Time suddenly passed and slowed down, and every breath and every moment were torture.

Fang Junmei had no intention of walking around any streets. She returned to the inn, drank old wine, and thought about her thoughts.

Is that woman really Yang Xiaorang?

If so, how did she survive? And why did she come here?

A full of doubts.

...

A day passed in anxiety.

The next day, Fang Junmei went out early and arrived at the gate of the auction hall. She didn't go in. She stood by the road and looked at the direction of the gate of Bafang Mansion.

There is endless flowing around you.

Each monk gathered into a surging crowd. When he walked into the gate of the auction hall, he looked at Fang Jun's eyebrows more often, and he didn't care at all.

After half an hour, the monks who entered the auction hall began to fall in scattered. There were not many more. Fang Junmei was still waiting outside the door as stupid as she was waiting for her eyes.

...

finally!

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

The first ones came out were of course the seven great masters. No, the six great masters still did not see the "Ghost of Time" Xue Piaopiao.

Then, the monks who followed them must be all elites who could come together.

Fang Junmei actually met an old acquaintance from the human race again!

He was wearing a blue shirt, a wide robe and a big sleeve, revealing his two thick forearms.

He is only more than seven feet tall, but he is particularly strong, just like a mountain with a length of horizontal distance.

The neck is a bit short, and the facial contour is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, making it look even more solid. The bridge of the nose is lying across and the lips are thick, but the temperament does not appear honest at all. Instead, because of the deep and cold eyes, it is full of strange charm.

It turned out to be the Master of Swords in Green!

There was also a magic fire pattern on the forehead of the Sword Lord in Qingyi, which was now at the mid-stage level of the Supreme Man.

...

"With his arrogance, how could he also be thrown into the Dark Islands? Did he have any intention or was chased by someone?"

Fang Jun's mind flew again.

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

See it!

He saw the appearance of the cultivator in yellow. He was a pretty young woman, but she was not Yang Xiaoman at all, and she didn't even look like her eyes!

Fang Jun's eyebrows were as if he was hit hard, and his face turned pale as if he was flying.

...

In a daze, he entered the auction hall.

Apart from the third and fourth rows of positions deliberately left for Qi Dazun and others in the front row, there were no more empty seats. Fang Junmei almost sat in the corner at the end and didn't care.

On the top of the hall wall, hundreds of pearls shine, making the hall shine transparently. At this moment, there are nearly a thousand monks, and 90% of them are supreme monks, which is really shocking!

A buzzing sound rose up in a whole lot.

When the Prison King and others came in, their voices finally became smaller, and all their eyes were turned to them, and the door closed with a loud bang!

Fang Jun's eyes swept over the Qingyi Sword Master, and the female cultivator, and there was another complex surge.

...

After the Prison King and others sat down, an old man came on stage.

He looks sixty years old, wearing a simple blue and white long gown, and is elegant and handsome, but his flexible and over-looking eyes reveal a bit of cunning, which is at the end of the human realm.

"Everyone!"

A clear and powerful voice resounded throughout the audience, and the old man said, "I think everyone can't wait, so I won't wait. This auction will begin now."

"This auction conference was supported by the wrong love of seven great masters, and I, Qin Jiang, will still host it--"

At this point, Qin Jiang suddenly stopped and smiled sly, "I have heard some old enemies scolding me in my heart, why is it that I am not dead yet?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

When there is no fight, these old guys are joking, which is also very funny.

...

After the laughter fell, Qin Jiang's expression turned right and said, "Although I am not dead yet, we are still having a holiday with all foreign monks. But you don't have to worry about your safety. You will never attack you in the time you agree."

He looked stern.

"To abide by the hearts of all our fellow Daoists in the Dark Islands, I will first tell you a rule before the official auction!"

Qin Jiang said seriously: "Friends who have photographed valuable things but feel unsafe can leave midway. No one is allowed to go out before the auction meeting ends, including the six great masters! If two fellow Taoists who have photographed things above plan to leave midway, there must be a cup of tea in between!"

Everyone nodded slightly when they heard this.

Many people thought that as long as it was not the Prison King or the other six masters came to chase him personally, they would not have to worry too much if they left halfway.

And Qin Jiang’s rule has the second advantage, that is, do you want to run halfway? Then you have to take a photo first!

...

"Brother Qin, will that ghost of time take action?"

Someone asked suddenly.

As soon as this statement was spoken, many monks remembered that there was another important person who had not come, so they heard the answer together!

"He won't take action either!"

Qin Jiang only answered six words without any further explanation, but his tone was full of confidence.

Everyone was silent. Even if they didn't believe it, what could they do?

...

"If you have no other questions, we will gossip and start our first auction item today!"

Qin Jiang swept the field for another round and said readily, "The pace is very fast and the mastery is excellent."

Slap!

He clapped his hands slightly, and from a small door behind the auction table, a beautiful female cultivator who was in the middle stage of the transformation came, holding a jade plate in his hand, and a transparent gourd-like thing was placed in the plate.

In the gourd, something like black sand and black smoke rolled, and from time to time condensed into a ghost-like face, grinning at the people outside.

Finally, at this moment, some monks' eyes lit up and they looked carefully.

"The first auction item today is a ball of eighth-level earth-moving spiritual objects, which are prepared for some fellow Taoists in the Ancestral Bible Stage. If a fellow Taoist in the Spirit Stage wants to bid for the auction-"

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

What's going on?

Don't you let it go?

Everyone stared at me!

"I really can't stop you. Who can't get along with the money?"

Qin Jiang smiled sly, spread his hands and continued.

Everyone was smiling again when they heard it, and some people laughed out loud.

"Everyone, in order not to delay the auction for too long, the starting price of this eighth-level earth spirit creature is 100 million immortal jade, and each increase of the price must not be less than 50 million immortal jade. The fellow Taoists you want can bid!"

The auction conference finally began.
Chapter completed!