The fact that Chen Shaobai had just finished talking about the robbery of Longfeng at the beginning was completely quiet, and there was no noise at all.
The original people who discussed the great avatar looked at Chen Shaobai in disbelief and listened to his story stupefied.
The hall of immortals was full of silence, but only one voice was particularly loud.
"Then there was the fall of the Zen Buddhism thousands of years ago, but only one vein of the hanging mountain was lucky. After that, it was outstanding again in ten thousand years until five hundred years later …"
Chen Shaobai said here that many gods and strong men felt a quiver, and all of them were so scared that their scalp was numb and excited that they blushed.
The body and mind can predict the future, and it is said that the monks in the triple realm of Chinese gods have the ability
"Don’t completely cut off the triple road of deification thousands of years ago and finally start again?"
A big question mark appeared in everyone’s mind, which made them very confused.
The longing for the realm of ascension is something that every monk is eager for. Unlike other monks, those who are afraid of Shou Yuan’s exhaustion have their own fears and fears.
At this time, Zheng Li, who has been acting as a good baby, suddenly interrupted Chen Shaobai and told many observers questions
"Brother Shao Bai, how do you know what will happen in five hundred years?"
Hearing this question, I noticed that the attention of people around me was focused on myself. Chen Shaobai laughed three times. "How can a mountain man get angry when he knows 500 years ago and knows 500 years later?"
This was a joke, but when you say it, not only the strong second generation around you, but even some people who can do great things nodded involuntarily, looking eager.
Noting this, Chen Shaobai wiped his cold sweat in his heart and shook his head with a smile. "What I said before was just some unofficial history pictures. We just had fun. Don’t take it seriously!"
Although he said this, the expressions of all the people present were very consistent. It’s 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 stupid?
Unconsciously, in the hearts of everyone present, the Chinese fairy tales and the meta-world flood gradually merged together and became an unshakable truth.
Knowing how much I said, Chen Shaobai twitched at the corner of his mouth and then said, "Do you still want to hear it later?"
"Of course!"
Different mouths have no objection.
Who doesn’t want to be able to predict things in 500 years?
This time, the protagonist in Chen Shaobai’s mouth is no longer a miserable figure as before, but a natural and unrestrained classmate Zhou Qing in "Buddha is the Tao"
"In an old apartment in a modern city, Zhou Qing pulls a long face and holds a dagger with a length of more than one foot, a width of two fingers, a perfect crystal yellow face and a few black spots …"
Although I didn’t quite understand the concept of city and apartment here, I heard that Chen Shaobai described this kind of flying sword, and some strong second-generation people still couldn’t help laughing and showed their disdain and superiority.
Blame them for disdaining the magic weapon of this wretched protagonist in Chen Shaobai’s story. Even if they put it in front of these strong second generations, they won’t bother to take a look.
But as the story goes on, people gradually change their faces, Se.
From a layman, it is not as good as a guy to cultivate into the strongest. The immortal saints are immortal and carefree. How domineering and powerful the world is!
"Destined saints … ten times jiǔ is the embodiment of triple realm?"
"Don’t you really want a saint named Zhou Qing in five hundred years?"
Many great magicians secretly kept the name Zhou Qing in mind and made a long-term dispute. Chen Shaobai suddenly stopped telling.
This time, he told a story for three days and three nights. Although his body recovered a lot unconsciously, J and jīng God was a little tired.
"Well … that’s the end of the story, so I won’t bother you." Chen Shaobai slowly closed his eyes and dozed off.
Although his story has been finished, the heated follow-up discussion is still going on.
There was an unprecedented heated discussion in the Hall of the Immortals. Although there was nothing to eavesdrop on, words such as "sage", "heaven" and "quantity robbery" kept drilling into Chen Shaobai’s ears.
"You said that the two world wars is a quantity of robbery? I don’t know how many people want to give their lives to kill … "
"I don’t know if you have noticed it, but my intuition tells me that Chen Shaobai is Lu Ya Xian Jun!"
"This solution? Didn’t Lu Ya leave the fire jīng die early? "
"Hum … you don’t know to think more after listening to a layer of fur? Think about that sentence … "
Pangu, the first fairy brother of Hongjun’s bodhi old zu, had Hongjun at the beginning of the day, followed by Daojun one day.
"Chen Shaobai, who can know so many secrets, is more ancient than heaven!
Ps: Thanks for the monthly pass of Yue Yu yy! O∩_∩O~ To be continued
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 has gradually entered the end for a long time in March.
During this period, Chen Shaobai also spent a lot of money to get a lot of good things, and the elixir refined from Linghu curse and Zijin gourd was also handed over to the sunrise auction.
Everything refined by Ling Hu’s curse has mysterious and unpredictable powers, or it can increase mana, or it can be tempered, or it can be used to directly redeem souls. According to the cash, there are many natural materials and treasures, and there are few gold-plated prefecture-level ones, which can shoot hundreds of millions of dollars casually, and those things that go against the sky are even more valuable. People flock to grab them every time they appear.
In this way, Chen Shaobai’s assets have not been reduced, but have grown by leaps and bounds, and soon reached the point where many great magicians are also French enterprises
After all, the fairyland of God is a profound realm of strength. Most of their assets take years to obtain raw materials from Zongmen, but it takes decades to refine Dan medicine. It is absolutely impossible for Chen Shaobai to almost catch a monster and refine an elixir on the spot to know the advantages and disadvantages of both sides at a glance.
I feel that the number of standard lingshi in my life world is increasing, and Chen Shaobai is a little numb when counting money himself.
Some of these lingshi are of extremely high quality and can be directly refined as Dan medicine, but they are also inferior in quality and contain a lot of impurities, which can be barely deployed. However, Chen Shaobai’s mind will know how much property he owns now after careful scouring.
"3.3 billion standard lingshi!"
"So you can buy that thing?"
Chen Shaobai considered it and then stepped out of the shadow and disappeared in the sky and earth
In a moment, he was easy to imagine, as if he had crossed the shackles of time and instantly came to another wonderful place.
Tens of thousands of seats on the Fiona Fang Shili throne here are carved from the heart of Zijin jade J: ng, and the surface 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. zhōng yāng is paved with marble bluestones, and the blue sunny days are hidden from each other, which is particularly open and private.
Absolute penetration is not black eating black, which is the most praised place of the first auction this day.
The last and most finale of the first auction of the day, a tens of thousands of seats, was filled with people’s heads. Although it is not to say that it is shoulder to shoulder, it makes people feel sad at first glance.
If the monks in the Yuan world have such a powerful force, why should they be afraid of purgatory? Just blow it into slag.
But it is not only the meta-world, but also human beings, and it is impossible to achieve absolute harmony and unity in all places.
War and self-hatred are human nature. If there is no struggle, it is not like the most Zhong Ling and the second in Putian Avenue.
In front of many Zijin thrones, there are still more than 20 Se ice stone thrones in the auction table, most of which have been occupied, but there is still a lonely one left there. Although the organizer didn’t say anything, there is no stupid one who will sit in the face.
These belong to the strong position in the fairyland of God. Little Godsworn, don’t go to bring disgrace to oneself!
Chen Shaobai crossed the crowd and strode towards the ice stone throne.
"Chen madman? Is he going to grab a seat? This guy is crazy or stupid! "
"Qing Xuan, Heaven of Science, Jinyuan, Coloured Glass, Wanji … The forces of fairy magic and demon Buddha are all here, and the rude cliff man is not in place. Ten times this position is given to Du Kang by his father."
"And Du Kang positive bar again? How deadly this is! "