Descent of the Phoenix

The underside of the stand was curved, listing three rows of gold-built seats.

Gold is created, and the eyebrows are slightly moving.

I think she is in the Tianchen State and the post-Golden Palace. In addition to the Tianchen Emperor Xuanyuan and the post-Golden Lord, the dragon chair is gold. Basically, I have never seen anyone sitting on a golden chair.

Today, this place is so many, it is enough to get rich.

At this time, those golden chairs were almost full of people, and only four positions were left in the center of the front, and all the seats already had people.

The people present here are all ordinary, and the ones that can't be found by the crowd can be more common.

One of them, there is actually a patch on the shoulder.

It is really too disproportionate with the golden chair, the rich hall.

However, the people on it are all self-sufficient, and there is nothing wrong with them. Look at their own hidden light, and it is generous to raise their hands.

It seems that it is not a normal person.

Watching Chen Fei come in, the people present here got up and bowed to Chen Fei.

Chen Fei waved his hand and said nothing. He walked directly toward the seat. Other people did not say much. They still sat down to look at their things. There was no excitement and superfluous look.

With Chen Fei sitting in the first row, Haoyue looked at the three-footed Qingfeng sword on the high platform. It was sharp, but apart from the sharpness, she couldn’t see any other meaning. Her research on cold weapons was not enough. many.

The folding fan gently tapped the palm of his hand, but Yun Zhao raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "Good things."

Haoyue heard the micro-eyes and glanced at Yun Zhao.

Yun Zhao feels that he is watching him in the next month, and he does not turn his head. He only leans on the side of the moon, and the mosquito-sized sound is pressed against the ear of the moon: "The sword of the glass of the country of the three hundred years ago." , top grade."

Three hundred years ago, it turned out to be an antique.

"Eleven thousand two gold, there is no one to add?" A thought flashed, the white hair of the old man on the high platform looked at the eyes of Chen Fei Gao.