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Chapter 844

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In a guesthouse on the west side of Border Dragon City.

At that moment, many people walked in in groups of twos and threes. The aura on these people was extremely powerful.

This guesthouse that looked extremely simple to outsiders was actually the entrance to the underground auction. The reason why it was set up so secretively was that the items in the underground auction were usually not clean. It was more reasonable to describe it as a secret market or a ghost market.

At that moment, two men, one tall and one skinny, walked in. The door of the guesthouse closed immediately. A woman wearing a black conical hat walked up to them, "Are the two of you here to participate in the auction?"

"Of course. If it weren't for the auction, I, Zhao Ritian, wouldn't have come to this crappy place!" The tall man scoffed, looking very upset.

On the other hand, the short man held his hand and covered his mouth because of his teasing. He seemed to want to laugh but did not dare to.

The corner of the woman's lips twitched slightly when she saw the two men holding hands and looking extremely intimate. She looked disgusted when she looked at the two of them.

She immediately ordered someone to pass two conical hats over, "This auction is anonymous. To ensure that your identities are not exposed, please put on the conical hats. These are specially made conical hats that can prevent people from spying on you with spiritual power."

The tall man took it angrily. After putting it on, he carefully put it on the short man. The short man held his hand intimately again.

"Please follow me!"

The woman did not dare to look anymore. She was afraid that she would vomit. She led the two of them to another room immediately and knocked on the wall three times.

A crack appeared on the ground in front of her immediately. A staircase led to the light coming from below, "The auction is below!"

The tall man immediately pulled the short man down the stairs. Just when the woman was about to leave, she suddenly heard the short man say, "Daddy, I'm afraid of the dark …"

The woman had goosebumps all over her body. She held onto the corner of the wall and vomited on the spot, "The moral degeneration of the world is getting worse and worse!"



Meanwhile, on the staircase that led to the underground auction, Ye Chen looked at the little girl next to him angrily and said, "Have you forgotten what daddy told you earlier? Don't talk. "

Before he came, he thought that his daughter was an extremely eye-catching person, so he performed an illusion to change the little girl's appearance. The father and daughter even promised that the little girl would not speak after Ye Chen brought her here.

In the end, he was mistaken for a gay man.

The little fellow said timidly, "But I'm really afraid of the dark!"

"Don't worry, we're almost at the bottom!"

Ye Chen held her little hand and proceeded to walk down. The tunnel was not too long. They arrived at the bottom after walking for over 30 meters. A majestic hall came into view. It was covered in a vermilion carpet, snow-white jade walls, and palace lanterns hung high above.

The hall was oval in shape, with a diameter of more than two hundred feet. It was extremely bright, and there were seven or eight rows of chairs in the hall, on which sat countless people wearing bamboo hats.

"There are more than thirty peak-level martial venerables alone. To think that a small auction could produce such a lineup …" Ye Chen secretly shook his head.

At the very top of the hall, there was an empty space with a diameter of three to five feet, and a table was placed on it.

"Seniors, please come with me to take a seat!"

At that moment, a woman who was also wearing a bamboo hat walked up and led Ye Chen to the empty chair in the hall.

When he passed by the third row, Ye Chen suddenly looked over while deep in thought. There were six people wearing bamboo hats sitting there. He could not help but say with a smile, "They're really here!"

The six of them were Fu Qiuchan and the rest.

In reality, these so-called bamboo hat magic tools that could prevent others from peeping were extremely crude to Ye Chen. Under his Divine Consciousness, it was equivalent to taking off his pants and farting.

At that moment, Fu Qingqing stood up and looked around. Then, she said to Fu Qiuchan beside her, "Sister, is Brother Ye not here?"

"He shouldn't be here!"

Fu Qiuchan shook her head slightly. Then, she seemed to have thought of something and looked up at Fu Qingqing, "Qingqing, I realized that you're quite concerned about that guy. Don't tell me you like him?"

"Sister, what are you talking about?!"

Fu Qingqing's pretty face, which was hidden under the bamboo hat, blushed immediately. She said angrily, "Brother Ye already has a daughter. How could I like him?"

"That's good!"

Fu Qiuchan nodded in satisfaction and said with a straight face, "Let me tell you in advance. You're destined to join my Star Sect. Don't come into contact with Ye in the future. Otherwise, you won't even know if you're sold."

"Brother Ye isn't that kind of person …"

Fu Qingqing objected. Suddenly, she realized that there was a guy wearing a bamboo hat staring at her. She could not help but glare at him, "What are you looking at? I'll dig your eyes out if you keep looking! "

Ye Chen could not help but laugh when he heard that. He retracted his gaze and sat behind them with the little girl. Subsequently, the lady from before handed him a list of auction items.

It recorded the items and the order of the auction. Ye Chen scanned through it quickly. Most of the items on it were useless to him, so he could only look down.

"Sword Sect's Ninth Peak's Sword Son, Ye Wushuang's sword, a supreme-grade spirit weapon. Ye Wushuang once used it to suppress the Sword Sect's Eighth Peak's Sword Son. The starting price is 100,000 Kun Dollars …"

Ye Chen's gaze froze. Subsequently, he secretly scoffed, "I'm determined to get this today. I'll kill anyone who stops me!"

With that, he closed his eyes and rested. Even when the auction began, he did not open his eyes. Instead, the people around him bid one after another.

Yue Kun, who was in front of him, roared the most. In the end, he spent 10,000 Kun Dollars to bid for a rod. It was said to be a high-grade spirit weapon.

Meanwhile, the two precious herbs were also raised to a sky-high price of 50,000 Kun Dollars, and they were bought by two people wearing bamboo hats.

Soon, the auction came to an end. The auctioneer suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Everyone, the next item for auction is a supreme-grade spirit weapon!"

After saying that, two maids walked up with a rectangular box. The rectangular box was covered with a red cloth.

"A supreme-grade spirit weapon?"

"Are you kidding me? Although a supreme-grade spirit weapon is precious, it shouldn't be the finale, right? I finally understand. There's nothing good in this auction! "

Many people whispered to each other. Some people from the three sects and four groups could not help but sneer in disdain. Only a portion of people's eyes were filled with excitement, such as Fu Qiuchan and the rest. After all, they already knew what the so-called supreme-grade spirit weapon was.

The auctioneer smiled and removed the red cloth on the rectangular box. He opened the lid and revealed a long sword.

As soon as the long sword was exposed to the air, it emitted an incomparably majestic sword intent, causing the originally noisy scene to instantly quiet down.

"What a powerful sword intent!"

"There's actually sword intent on this sword!"

Everyone's spirits were shaken.

The auctioneer's voice rang out, "Everyone, this sword is the sword of the Sword Sect's Ninth Peak's Sword Son, Ye Wushuang. I believe everyone has heard of Ye Wushuang, so I won't introduce him. The auction officially begins. The starting price is 100,000 Kun Dollars, and each bid must be no less than 1,000 Kun Dollars!"

At that moment, Ye Chen opened his eyes. His Divine Consciousness surged out of his mudball palace and enveloped the long sword on the auction stage.

A trace of warmth flashed across his tense face, "S-There's Wushuang's aura on it. It really is his sword!"



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