Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan immediately sat on the top of the mountain, blended the Taiyijun Du Yuantu into his body little by little, then ran the chaotic profound gold, smeared it on the surface of the map, flew into the dantian, and was caught by the hands of the second soul Hold on.

The eyes of the second soul shoot-out of the essence of light, and the magic arts are operated, and a trace of power is poured into the treasure map, suppressing its breath.

Then the second soul dragged the treasure map with both hands, and sat empty.

Yang Qingxuan just got up, sighed, and flew to Wulingyuan quickly.

The robbery of the big auction has already spread throughout the city, and the streets and alleys are all talking and talking vividly.

Yang Qingxuan ran straight to the auction venue and found that the number of inspections on the road had more than doubled, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

After arriving at the auction venue, the part destroyed by Honglin has been almost repaired. The venues inside are still being auctioned, and in the huge main hall, various warriors communicate on their own, and there is no appearance of damage. Proceeding in an orderly manner.

After Yang Qingxuan showed his identity, the guard was shocked, and immediately respectfully led him to a luxurious box, where the Purple Heart and the people from the Purple God Palace were all inside.

Seeing him, Zi Xin just said lightly, "Have you come back?"

Yang Qingxuan let out a "um" and went straight to find a chair to sit down.

Zi Yan said in shock: "Brother Qingxuan, are you injured?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "It's okay with a slight injury."

Zi Xin said: "Who hurt you?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "I accidentally made it myself."

Everyone frowned, knowing that Yang Qingxuan had deliberately concealed it, but since he didn't want to say it, it was inconvenient and reluctant.

Zi Xin said: "It happened that you came back. The top-level auction is over. The remaining six day rounds will be auctioned on the eighth floor tomorrow, and after the end, there will be a four-star or more powerful item. At the exchange meeting, if you have any good things, you can take them out and exchange them, but basically bartering things, not accepting Xinghaoshi."

Yang Qingxuan let out an "um" and asked casually, "Is Qing Sheng God King okay?"

Zi Xin said: "I can't die. I was broken by the body. Fortunately, the Great God King made a timely rescue. Otherwise, even if his life is safe, he may be in danger. Now the Great God King has taken him to retreat."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and said: "That's good."

Looking behind Zi Xin, the indifferent Zi Xia, who was sitting cross-legged, found that Zi Yan and others seemed to have consciously kept a certain distance from Zi Xia. The atmosphere of the previous sisters seemed to be separated by a layer of fear. And fright.

Yang Qingxuan couldn't help being surprised. Don't Zi Yan and others even know Zixia's true strength? At the beginning, in the world of desirelessness, Zixia showed extremely terrifying strength. Could it be that in the Palace of Gods, she has always been low-key hiding? I wonder if the Purple Heart God King knows her true strength?

There were several question marks in Yang Qingxuan's mind, but it was not something he should be in charge of, so it was inconvenient to ask more.

The next day, a servant girl of the Protoss walked into the room, knelt down in front of Zi Xin, bowed her head, respectfully said: "My Lord God, the auction on the eighth floor is ready, please come here."

Zi Xin said: "I see."

Yang Qingxuan and others all came out of the practice and followed the maid to the eighth floor.

The entire auction venue is not large, it can only accommodate more than a hundred people, and each seat is very large and comfortable to sit on.

The room is arranged in a ring shape, and all the chairs surround the original auction table in the center.

People entered the arena one after another, all of them exuding a powerful aura.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan, Zixia and others sat down, they saw Yu Wenzhan and more than ten wives walking in one after another. The two sides looked at each other and immediately rubbed fierce sparks in the air, which made the atmosphere of the entire venue become depressing.

Zi Xin said, "Everyone should pay attention. Something happened before, and now whoever dares to make trouble again, no matter who it is, it will be wiped out!"

With an unquestionable coldness and murderous aura in his tone, Wu Xiu's heart was shaken one by one in the field, and then he calmed down and sat down honestly.

No one dared to ignore the warning of the king.

Especially when the accident happened just now, and now the great **** kings are holding a fire in their hearts, if they don't give face, they just hit the gun head.

Yu Wenzhan and a dozen wives found their seats and sat down.

Among the people who came were Dongfang Jiamu and Mo Yansheng whom Yang Qingxuan knew, as well as some other experts who were slightly familiar. Zu Changcun, Shi Tianhan and Lin Bahuang were also there.

Dongfang Jiamu glanced around the field, walked straight to Yang Qingxuan and sat down beside him, and greeted him kindly, "Little friend Qingxuan, meet again."

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to hold it up, clasped his fist and said, "I have seen Master Jiamu Dongfang."

Dongfang Jiamu smiled and said, "No need to be polite."

The two of them were simply polite, and immediately caused a burst of speculation in the court, and they were all whispering quietly. After all, the identities of the two are not simple, one is the brother of the Eight Kingdoms King, and the other is the most popular young man at the moment.

The faces of Yu Wenzhan and a dozen of his wives were not pretty.

Yang Qingxuan was originally a soil turtle from a foreign land. He wanted to clean him up. It was just a matter of picking it up. However, when he discovered that the Purple God Palace was covering him, Yuwenzhan was already very upset. Now he found that the relationship between the Eastern Family and Yang Qingxuan seemed to be pretty good. , It made Yuwen even more angry.

If it is said that the Purple God’s palace is covering Yang Qingxuan in front, it is excusable. Now the whole world knows that he and Yang Qingxuan are right. Dongfang Jiamu is still talking and laughing with Yang Qingxuan in front of him, clearly not letting him go. In the eyes.

Yu Wenzhan sat there alone, sulking, Feng Xuanxuan hurriedly comforted her by her side, and whispered softly: "You don’t have to be angry with a turtle or a bad old man. When your husband becomes the king of the eight domains, you can naturally give these two Look at people's colors."

Yu Wenzhan snorted: "Joke, do you have to wait until that day? Don't say Dongfang Jiamu, how could Yang Qingxuan live so long?!"

Feng Xuanxuan smiled and said: "That's true, Yang Qingxuan has offended her husband, and he will definitely not live long."

His face showed infinite amorous feelings, tenderness and sweetness, Yu Wenzhan's face looked better.

Many people sneered when they saw the situation in their eyes, and said in their hearts: "Although this Yuwen war is a king, but it is only a king, do you really regard yourself as the holy king? Dongfang Jiamu is the real king's relatives. Brother, even if you are the king of heaven, people are not afraid, let alone you are just a hairy boy. Whether you can become the king of heaven is still a question."