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Many ancient clan sons came together, no one could see their true appearance, surrounded by many ancient clan strongmen, and directly entered the auction house, which also let the atmosphere of this place reach a peak.

The Son is the king of the genius of the ancient ethnic era. It can be said that as long as it does not fall, it will certainly become a holy deity in the future.

It's hard to see one on weekdays, not to mention that so many sons gathered and immediately became the focus of attention, and the shock caused by Xiao Ye's shot was insignificant compared to it.

At the same time, from the gathering of these sons, another meaning can be interpreted.

In this auction, there will inevitably be treasures that will be born!

Xiao Ye and Taixu Dasheng came together in the temple auction house.

The entire auction house is too huge, very wide, covering an area of millions of kilometers, and all major forces in the human race have their own exclusive seats.

And Xiao Ye and Taixu Dasheng did not join any camp, so they could only enter ordinary seats.

In this regard, Xiao Ye did not mind.

He came to the auction for the purpose of collecting treasures for practicing the soul-forging Bible and improving the quality of the soul. It doesn't matter where you sit.

"Have all the sons of the ancient tribes entered the VIP box?"

He Taixu Dasheng randomly found an ordinary seat to sit down, but looked up.

Above the ordinary seats, there are luxurious boxes, suspended in the air like a palace, high above, overlooking the various living beings, each of which reveals thousands of meteorological events.

Just now, Xiao Ye at least felt that there were three horrors of boundless holy knowledge that swept over and showed interest in him.

There were two breaths in it, and Xiao Ye recognized it.

The first share is Dayan Shengzi.

Apparently he broke through the Great Yan Enchantment and forcibly entered the temple auction house, which attracted the attention of the other party.

Another breath, Xiao Ye's familiarity, belonged to the two pupils.

Although he was in contact with only a holy body of the other party, the soul was separated from the deity without much difference.

As for the last breath, Xiao Ye did not recognize it, but compared with the first two shares, it was obviously an ancient son.

"Brother Xiao Ye, rest assured."

"Many ancient sons gathered here for the auction. Even if they are hostile to you, they will not shoot you at this time."

Realizing Xiao Ye's expression, Taixu Dasheng said with a smile.

Xiao Ye smiled slightly, nodded, and closed his eyes on the seat to refresh himself.

With the passage of time, more and more holy kings entered the auction house, and surprised eyes gathered on Xiao Ye, seeming to be puzzled by Xiao Ye's arrival.

Boom!

I don't know how long it has passed. Suddenly, the sound of a holy bell rang out and spread throughout the temple auction house, so that all the noise and noise of the place disappeared and became silent.

"Has it started?"

Xiao Ye opened his eyes and saw that a small continent had risen in the center of the auction house and became an auction stand.

A figure of Wei An, shrouded in a halo of annihilation, descended, and beside him, stood ten elders of the temple, each of whom was a holy king.

"Meet Venerable Skylight!"

"Meet Venerable Skylight!"

At this moment, all the strong men of the Holy Order in the ordinary seats stood up and saluted the figure of the great shore, with a respectful face, even the major forces of the human race were no exception.

There was no movement in the VIP boxes of the major ancient races.

Venerable Skylight is one of the principals of the Sanctuary of the Human Race. It can be described as standing at the highest point of the Human Race. It is comparable to the members of the ninth level of the temple.

"Everyone is the mainstay of my human race. You don't need these hypocrisy. Sit down." Venerable Tianguang said with a clasped hands, smiling, and at the same time, if there was any way towards Xiao Ye.

"Brother Taixu, is it the main temple of the human race?" After sitting down, Xiao Ye asked quietly.

So far, he has only seen one Venerable Tianguang at the top of the temple.

"Naturally not."

"The details of my human race are far beyond your imagination. It's just that the other principals, the holy lords of the major ancient races, and even the holy lord do not live in this world. I don't know why."

Taixu Dasheng shook his head.

"It seems that there are many secrets of the human race." Xiao Ye's eyes flickered, and he didn't think about it.

He is still a small figure in the Holy Order, and he can't get in touch with that level, so it is useless to think about it.

The next is a lengthy opening speech, half an hour, so that Xiao Ye was a little sleepy, and the auction finally began.

Venerable Tianguang sat in this auction and took people off the auction stand, leaving only one temple elder left.

"Everyone, most of you are holy kings. It's natural and clear to come here, but you still need some appetizers."

"The first treasure to be auctioned below is a middle-class sacristy, but it is the Promise of the Promise of the Promise of the Promise Sword, which is extremely heavy. It can crush a planet by its own weight. The starting price is ten holy sources."

The elder of the temple smiled with a smile on his face, and at the same time waved his palm, a whole body was black, and a two-meter long knife appeared in his hand, and there was a faint sound of Jin Ge sympathizing.

"Good knife!"

The knife sighed, Xiao Ye had a pain of cutting skin, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

Among all kinds of weapons, he is the most familiar with knives. When he was in the real spirit continent, he was best at using knives.

What's more, he now bears the holy dharma of the "Knife" volume, a long sword of the middle grade holy weapon, which is very suitable for him.

However, many of the holy kings in the auction house are not interested.

The middle-class sacrificial ware is created by the strong men of the Holy King level. They all have their own. Where will they be interested?

"It seems that I can take it easily." Xiao Ye was pleased to see this, but before he could speak, several tit-for-tat voices had already spread.

"I have fifty holy sources!"

"Senior Promise of the Promise Sword Saint can be regarded as a hero of my human race. His weapons are of great value. I have 80 holy sources!"

"Oh, eighty holy sources dare to come out and be disgraceful, and I have two hundred!"

These sounds are all from the VIP box, bargaining for each other, full of gunpowder smell.

Xiao Ye frowned slightly when he saw the price of Zhongpin's holy items skyrocketing all the way.

This auction can participate as a sage realm, in addition to him, it is also the era genius of the major ancient races.

At the moment, Xiao Ye did not bid, but was waiting for an opportunity.

After competing for the incense stick for a long time, when 500 VIP holy sources were shouted from the VIP boxes of the Dayan ancient clan, no one bid anymore.

The middle-class sacrificial ware is indeed good, but the geniuses of the ancient ancient epochs can also be obtained through other channels. It is not cost-effective to exceed 500 holy sources.

"Dare to fight with me? This Promise Sword is mine!" In a luxurious box, a snow-haired young man smiled slightly.

He is the second-ranked genius of the Dayan ancient ethnic era.

His position in the Dayan ancient tribe is second only to the Son, and he enjoys a lot of resources, and he is also a fourth-level member of the temple.

"I have a thousand holy sources!"

At this moment, a sudden noise sounded, causing Bu Yichen to tremble, and the smile on his face froze.

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