Noting this, Chen Shaobai wiped a cold sweat in his heart, shook his head and smiled: "What I said before is just some unofficial history, just to make everyone happy. Don’t take it seriously, don’t take it seriously!"
Although he said this, the expressions of all the people present were very consistent. It is only you who believe in ghosts!
If there are these magical stories in the unofficial history of the official, how can they not have heard them at all? Do you really think they are fools?
Unconsciously, in the hearts of all present, the fairy tales of China and the wilderness of Kaiyuan world gradually merged together and became an unshakable truth.
Knowing that it’s useless to talk more, Chen Shaobai twitched at the corner of his mouth and then said, "There’s more to come. Want to hear it?"
"Of course!"
With one voice, there is no objection.
Who doesn’t want to be able to predict what will happen in 500 years?
This time, the protagonist in Chen Shaobai’s mouth is no longer the one who was so miserable before, but Zhou Qing, a natural and unrestrained classmate in "Buddha is the Tao".
"Modern city, an old apartment. Zhou Qing woebegone holding a dagger with a long handle, two fingers wide, perfect crystal yellow and a little black spots on it … "
When I heard that, although some people didn’t quite understand the concepts of city and apartment, when they heard Chen Shaobai’s description of this kind of flying sword, some strong second-generation people couldn’t help laughing, showing their disdain and superiority.
No wonder they disdain, like the magic weapon of this wretched protagonist in Chen Shaobai’s story, which is obviously inferior to inferior multiplier. Even in front of these strong second generations, they are too lazy to take a look.
But as the story goes on, people gradually change their faces, Se.
From an ordinary person, a guy who is not as good as his initial condition, he has cultivated into the strongest celestial saint, immortal, carefree and between heaven and earth, how domineering and powerful!
"Destined saints … ten have jiǔ is the embodiment of the existence of the triple realm?"
"Don’t you really want a saint named Zhou Qing in five hundred years?"
Many great fairies secretly keep the name Zhou Qing in mind, and do long-term care for Ri, but Chen Shaobai suddenly stopped telling.
This time, he told stories for three days and three nights. Although his body recovered a lot unconsciously, J: ng was a little tired.
"Well … that’s the end of the story, so I won’t bother you." Chen Shaobai slowly closed his eyes, catnap resting to restore energy.
Although his story has been finished, the heated follow-up discussion is still going on.
In the Hall of the Immortals, an unprecedented heated discussion broke out. Although there was nothing to eavesdrop on, words such as "sage", "heaven" and "quantity robbery" kept drilling into Chen Shaobai’s ears.
"You say, whether the two world wars is a quantity of robbery? Don’t know how many people want to give their lives to kill … "
"I don’t know if you have noticed, but my intuition tells me that Chen Shaobai is Lu Ya Xian Jun!"
"This explanation? Isn’t Lu Ya the j Ρ ng from the fire, and he died early? "
"Hum … you only listen to a layer of fur, don’t know to think more? Think about that sentence … "
The first immortal of Hongjun’s ancestor, disciple Pangu opened the sky at the beginning. Hong Jun came first, then one day, and Lu Yadao Jun was still there!
"Chen Shaobai, who can know so many secrets, is an ancient land pressure than heaven!
Ps: Thanks for the monthly ticket of Yueyu tyy, it’s awesome! O(∩_∩)O~ (to be continued. )
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Chapter three hundred and ten The final auction
Chapter three hundred and ten The final auction
With the discussion and planning of many great magicians in the hall of immortals, the first auction in the world, which lasted for a whole month, has gradually come to an end.
During this period, Chen Shaobai also spent a lot of money to get a lot of good things, and the elixir refined with Ling Hu curse and Zijin Hulu was also given to Tuky for auction.
The items refined by Ling Hu’s curse all have mysterious powers, or increase mana, or refine, or seek xìng to redeem souls directly. According to the classification of many natural materials and treasures in the world of cash, at least they are also the existence of gold-plated prefecture-level, and they can casually shoot hundreds of millions, but things that go against the sky, such as rejuvenation incense, are even more valuable and have no market. Every time they appear, they are all swarmed by people. . .
As a result, Chen Shaobai’s assets have not been reduced, but have grown by leaps and bounds, and soon, they have reached the point where many great magicians cannot reach them.
God fairyland, after all, is just a profound realm of strength. Most of their assets get raw materials from Zongmen, and it takes years or even decades to refine Dan medicine. It is absolutely impossible to be like Chen Shaobai. Almost as long as you catch a monster, you can refine a fate elixir on the spot. The advantages and disadvantages of both sides can be known at first sight.
Feeling that the number of standard lingshi suppressed in the life’s core monuments world is increasing, Chen Shaobai counts his own money a little numb.
Among these lingshi, some are of high quality, which can be directly refined as Dan medicine, and some are of inferior quality and contain a lot of impurities, which can only be used for disposal. But Chen Shaobai spirit force carefully swept through. I know how much property I have now. . .
"3.3 billion standard lingshi!"
"As a result. You can buy that thing? "
Chen Shaobai consider, then step by step, figure into the void, dissipate between heaven and earth.
The next moment, he was a phantom, as if he had crossed the shackles of time and space and instantly came to another wonderful place.
Fiona Fang is miles away, and there are tens of thousands of thrones here. Every seat is carved with the heart of purple and gold jade J and jīng, and it is engraved with the law of silencing and clearing the heart. Even if it is full of people, it will not feel a little noisy and crowded.
The auction table is located in ten thousand seats like a circle center, which is made of marble bluestone, and it is particularly open and has no privacy.
Absolutely transparent, there is no black eat black, this is the most praised place of the first auction in the world.
As the last auction in the world. It is also the finale, with tens of thousands of seats. There is no empty seat, and people are surging. Although they are not jostling with each other, at first glance, it also makes people feel depressed.
The monks in the Kaiyuan world have such a powerful force. If they can unite as one, why should they be afraid of purgatory? Just blow it into slag.
But it is not only the Kaiyuan world, but also the absolute harmony and unity in any place where human beings exist.
War and self-hatred are the days of mankind, xìng. Without struggle, it is not like the second son of Zhong Ling, the most popular avenue in the world.
The auction table is scattered in a circular shape. Before many purple and gold thrones, there are more than twenty ice stone thrones of Youlan Se. Most of them have been occupied, but there is still one left there alone and empty. Although the organizer didn’t explain anything, no fool would sit on it.
These are the little monks who belong to the strong position in the fairyland of God and quench their breath. It’s better not to go to bring disgrace to oneself!
Chen Shaobai crossed the crowd and strode towards the throne of ice stone.
"Chen madman? Is he going to grab a seat? This guy is crazy or stupid! "
