Realms In The Firmament

Though there was a new purple gas, there were also Danyun Shendan and Zhan Blue Water Pearl powerful medicine to heal the recurrent injuries, the recovery speed of the injuries was still not too fast. After all, Ye Jiao was so badly injured this time, and there were several degrees of overdraft divine soul, soul, life, without considerable time to adjust, it was difficult to recover!

Yet Ye Jiao has always just experienced a breakthrough and upgrade. The Forces nouvelles, which reached the realm of Tianyuan, barely had time to erupt, were squandered clean.

Today, when mobilized, the new energy source is constantly bred, it is instantly filled with the surrounding meridian; the sincerity of the breakthrough is the rebirth of the cocoon, and this moment is used as a means of restoration, but also to exhaust it, water to the tunnel.

The effect of this healing is much better and faster than normal, but for a moment, Ye smile appeared a rich blue light, light purple gas, haunting the surrounding body, from the outside to the inside, warming the damaged flesh, originally white as paper face, also a little reply red.

And at this moment, the sun outside is spilling over the earth a little bit.

some time goes by.

In front of the spiritual treasure pavilion, there was already a surge of people; the eyes were full of black pressed heads.

It's just that despite the large number of people, no one makes a noise that is not half as loud as it is silent.

And the front is six people, divided into two camps.

Everyone is calm in the face, completely ignorant of everything around them, revealing an infinite amount of fidgety and a hidden arrogance.

Two Great Sects.

In addition, several other people in the gate stood still. Although they stood behind the stars and the Sunshine Gate, they were not overwhelmed and benefited from their behavior.

Although everyone is crowded together, each force is clearly divided and united.

The people of the Eight Big Families were in the third order, and their faces seemed pale, but the hidden, nervous, could not be hidden at all.

If possible, they'd rather go back now than participate in this auction. And spare these truly great gates.

However, the family is determined to win this auction.

Because this is about the future of the family, knowing that participating in the auction is a food grab from the tiger's mouth, we still have to do it.

So, one is worried, one is expecting, two near-opposite mindsets are glued to each other...

Everyone is waiting for the arrival of the moment of admission.

In the distance, on a tree, a figure like a phantom stood quietly there, his eyes seemingly staring at this side without a spot of glory, his face extremely cold and indifferent.

Spiritual Treasure Pavilion.

Marriott's anxiety is like an ant on a hot pot, turning around, and it's hard to stop for a moment.

“How come the throne hasn't arrived yet? Without his town hall, how do we sing...” Marriott's sweat dropped and the answer dropped. A face of anxiety.

And until the time of the scheduled auction, if the throne is not coming, what should I do when facing the unreasonable demands of the two main gates?

Soft will be taken advantage of. The other party eats dry and wiped, enjoys great pleasure, the benefits are exhausted, and nothing can be left behind. But if the attitude is hardened, it will surely offend people, the scourge of killing and doom extinction will come at any time.

This is really a hard thing to choose from, uncontrollable, indescribable and measurable.

Once the vengeance is truly concluded, it will surely be very sad for Lingbao Palace in the future.

Handled by yourself?

The auctioneers naturally won't say anything, but they don't have enough weight. They're not the ones who can talk anymore!

Wan Zhenghao almost lost dozens of pounds.

On the other hand, Liu Changjun, whose face was as cold as a permanent coffin, was always sitting still, and his expression lines did not move. As cold, rigid, and unchanged as before.

Seems like that pile of moving meat in front of him has nothing to do with the black-pressed crowd outside.

The immediate emergency was not at all on his mind.

Even, sometimes his eyebrows are wrinkled tightly and he thinks, "My team of killers, what's missing right now... how can I make it up to you? Where to search for some high-quality killers?

After all, the current progress is far from the ‘speed’ limit required by the Prince!

Wan Zhenghao wiped his sweat anxiously and muttered repeatedly: “What is going on? Why hasn't the throne come yet? This is a bad time... is something wrong? Why hasn't he come yet? What the hell is going on here? ”

Changjun Liu rolled his eyelids and glared at him in disgust, turning his face.

Fatty hates it!

chatter all the time, how many times have you said this... don't get bored.

Does it work?

Wan Zhenghao frowned tightly and finally turned his head: “Liu, what should I do with this? If the throne really doesn't come, what should I do... this, unfortunately, is not right. ”

Liu Changjun's eyelids didn't lift either. He said coldly and coldly: "That's your business, don't tell me. ”

When Wan Zhenghao heard this, he immediately felt like he had been stuck in a pile of shit and wanted to be angry. Is that what you said? Otherwise, you speak less like a dead person, occasionally, and you are unconstructive, stiff and choking!

Shit, we're colleagues now!

If there really is trouble, we are just two grasshoppers tied to a rope. If you can't jump on me, can you run away?!

Thanks to you, you can still be so old.

But when he saw the face outside of Liu Changjun's tourist object, Wan Zhenghao shouted back at the mouthpiece he was going to exit. He knows that this guy really doesn't care what happens here at the auction.

This embryo killer!

All he cares about is his killer group!

Everything else, it doesn't matter!

Scoundrel!

But... what if I really scold him, what if he jumps up and punches me?

Big Boss Wan looked down at his great shore body and still didn't see his feet. He felt that he could not beat him and could not even run. His feet were under his legs. He had to find his feet for half a day...

So, don't yell at him.

Hold on to the calm and tranquil wind, take a step back... sea dead stone rots!

Depressed and sighing, Wan Zhenghao complacently said: “Liu, you should worry about our auction house more or less. You say that you look like this every day, nothing matters... makes people feel bad and good about cutting? ”

Changjun Liu rolled his eyelids and continued to travel outside the gods, still the old gods.

Wan Zhenghao grows angrier and less angry and growls: “If this matter is not handled properly, Lingbao Palace will be finished... you know? If Lingbao Palace is finished, so is your assassin group! And your intelligence organization has to be finished, you know? ”

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