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Duan De frowned and said: "Master, I didn't collect a material, I only got a substitute, and I still feel a little inappropriate."

"Haven't you collected all of them for so many days?" Ye Fan was surprised, but he spent a lot of money and sent him to bid in major auction houses.

"It's still short of Yan Luotu, which is rare in the world and hard to collect." Duan De said.

"It's okay, there are still three days to go, Donghuang hasn't found it, we'll look for it at the major auction houses in Zhongzhou." Ye Fan said.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Ziro said.

Today, the ancestral temple of Zhongzhou gathers the world's winds and clouds, attracting figures from three religions and nine streams. There is a temporary venue outside the former first dragon vein, which can be exchanged for natural materials and earth treasures. It is only a few dozen miles away.

Outside the first ancestral vein, there are hills and hills, but all the mountains have been cut off. People can't imagine how terrible the mysterious night that shocked the ages was. One of the valleys is particularly open, but now it is crowded with people, monks come in and out, and there is an endless stream.

The major chaebols and auction houses are well prepared and can be said to be very good at doing business. They have transported all kinds of rare treasures here, all of which are all kinds of utensils that need to be used in the exploration of the ruins.

An old man passed by and rubbed shoulders with Qi Luo. The old killer's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He got a secret report, pulled Ye Fan and the others aside and sent a voice transmission with his spiritual thoughts, saying: "This time is really not good. Several old killer kings have been dispatched from the world, and they are determined to get rid of Ye Fan to avenge the last big hatred."

"I'll be fine, but you must pay more attention." Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged. He had already expected that this time it would be a bloody battle, and it would not be so easy to climb the five-color altar.

In the valley, there are patches of green bamboos, gurgling mountain springs, and spiritual energy transpiring. It is very extraordinary. Not only are there many strong human races, but there are also many ancient creatures.

Although the instruments are placed directly on the street stalls, they are all of great value. Many of them are treasures, making people dizzy. Many stalls have attracted many people to stop.

The Black Emperor continued to make moves and bought some materials, while Duan De picked left and right, but he never saw the Yan Luo soil he needed. This kind of thing is hard to come by.

"Holy Prince..." An ancient creature approached, bowed respectfully to the monkey, and then secretly transmitted the sound.

"Really, I got it. Thank you for your family. I will be rewarded in the future." Monkey nodded.

"What's wrong?" Yan Yixi asked.

"The Emperor of Heaven is also obsessed with me. The other veterans of the ancient clan want to fight against Ye Fan and want to kill him inside. They have a lot of background." Monkey said.

Everyone gasped, now that Ye Fan is famous all over the world, most people don't dare to fight him, and they all want to retreat. Those who want to take action against him must be masters with amazing backgrounds.

Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple, every step of the way, there will be a bloody storm, which is more serious than they imagined.

"It's nothing, just let them come anyway." Ye Fan didn't care.

Duan De sneered, and said: "This group of people really don't know how to live or die. They even want to kill people inside. They don't even know how terrible the ancestral temple is. It has been surrounded by Yin Qi for 10,000+ years. Where is it still a holy temple, comparable to the ancient emperor's temple? After entering the grave, they will pay the tuition with blood."

There was a commotion in front, many people were standing in front of a stall, two parties were bidding for a weapon, and many people surrounded them.

Ye Fan and the others also came to watch. Duan De couldn't take his eyes off at that time, and quickly squeezed in, holding a magical treasure on the ground like the Temple of Senluo in his palm.

"Master Dao, I'm waiting for the auction, do you also want to intervene?" Someone beside him said coldly.

"Bidding!" Duan De didn't even raise his head, he directly sent a voice transmission to Ye Fan, telling him that this is a forbidden weapon made by Yan Luotu.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, his cultivation level is not high, and he has been a weapon refiner since his ancestors. This weapon is not a masterpiece. It was made of a strange piece of blood mud he dug out in a strange mountain. Imagine how popular this place is.

"Waste everything, this is Yan Luotu. He doesn't know its value at all. It has great uses such as suppressing evil, and it was almost ruined by him." This is Duan De's evaluation.

At the same time, he realized that there are many different people in the world, not only he knows the goods, but other people also recognize them, otherwise it would be impossible to bid like this.One of them was actually the ancient clan, composed of more than a dozen strong men, obviously there were experts among them.The other side is not small, it is actually a holy place in the Eastern Wasteland - the Wind Clan.

Ye Fan stepped forward and put down a piece of meat the size of a fist on the straw mat, which immediately caused a lot of discussion. No one thought that a gloomy ruined palace could be worth so much money.

The other two parties realized that there was another person who knows the goods, and they stopped hiding it now. They frankly admitted that this is a treasure, and they clearly wanted to win it and increase the price again.

Naturally, the ancients had no shortage of gods, so their arrogance increased several times, and compared Ye Fan, he smiled, and immediately took out a small piece of Daluo silver essence, and put it on the ground.

As soon as this kind of magic came out, there was a sudden exclamation. This is really rare and hard to find in the world. It should be far more expensive than that bloody palace that is as big as a palm.

Someone recognized Ye Fan, and whispered beside him: "It's the Holy Body of the Human Race!" Both the Ancient Clan and the Feng Clan changed their colors.

Many people gathered around, the shadow of the famous tree, and now Ye Fan's reputation is shaking the world, which surprised many people. Not everyone has seen him and wants to see what he looks like.

"It was he who led tens of thousands of cavalry and leveled the desolate ancient family in Beiyuan?" Many people gasped.

"It was him who killed the Son of God, killed Yuan Gu, and beheaded the Son of God. The battle in the Tianduan Mountains caused the blood to drench the black mountain!" Many people beside him couldn't help but backed away, in awe.

Beside, a dozen or so strong men from the ancient clan looked dignified. Among them was an expert like Duan De, who obviously had a lot of background and a very unusual status, but they also frowned at this moment.

On the other side, a woman from the Wind Clan stepped out, wearing a five-color mask, with a graceful figure and a peerless demeanor, just like a goddess.

However, at this time, her eyes revealed an incomparably complicated light. It was Feng Huang, the princess of the Wind Clan. Only when she had cultivated to this point did she realize how childish her words were.

In the past, her heart was higher than the sky, she refused to marry, and she didn't even pay attention to people who could grow into Dacheng in the future, but now thinking about it, she can only sigh.

Although her talent is astonishing and her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, when she reached such a level in her cultivation, she deeply realized how difficult this road is. Even the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King fell, and her words back then were too much.

Ye Fan's ears have been full of rumors for so many years, and she can't hear it. Saint Ye Fan has grown step by step, from being hostile to all sides to shaking the world one after another, and establishing a myth of invincibility that makes her There was a bitterness.

In today's world, if you talk about the next generation, if you talk about those who can prove the Tao, don't mention Ye Fan, who would dare to ignore it?

At that time, she refuted the face of the peerless god king and the lord of the wind clan of her grandfather, raised her head proudly, and dismissed Ye Fan, whose future was unpredictable at that time.

More than ten years have passed, Ye Fan stepped forward step by step, moved forward firmly, gained a great reputation in the battle, attracted the world's attention, and wrote the myth of his invincibility.

Looking back, she could only sigh, she was too proud back then, she didn't know how cruel Dilu was, but now she wants to come and say something, but it's hard to say it.

"Forget it, we don't want this Yan Luo soil anymore." A dozen or so ancient strong men with great backgrounds turned around and left. They couldn't bring out the big Luo silver essence, and felt that the gain outweighed the loss. deity food.

"These are the masters of several major royal families. They are a group of terrifying characters. They just gave up like this?" Someone recognized their identities and was extremely surprised.

Others gasped when they heard it. Recently, it was heard that more than a dozen powerful royal families and big families each sent a master to form a team to come, but they didn't expect it to be them.

"Even such characters have not fought against the Holy Body, this is...the reputation spread to thousands of people." Someone sighed.

Next to him, Phoenix was surrounded by five-color divine light, standing there quietly, listening to everyone's words without moving.

"Patriarch!" At this moment, the lord of the Wind Clan appeared, and the members of the clan saluted together.

Ye Fan also heard it, stood up and looked out of the crowd, first saw Fenghuang, and then saw a majestic middle-aged man.

"I've seen you, senior." The patriarch of the Wind Clan was kind to him, no matter what happened later, he would never forget the other party's help when he broke the curse of the Eucharist.

"Seeing you again, I really know that I am old. After this trip to Zhongzhou, I will retire." The Holy Master of the Wind Clan sighed.

In the past, Ye Fan was only in the four-pole secret realm, but now he sang all the way, reaching this step, enough to be on an equal footing with the holy masters of all parties, and he couldn't help but lament the passage of time, the glory gone, and a new generation replacing the old.

"Huang'er is here, why don't you say hello?" The Holy Master of the Wind Clan looked at Feng Huang, the Goddess of the Wind Clan.

Chapter 902

The five-color mask covered up that peerless face, the rays of the sun flowed, coupled with a pair of pupils of autumn water, there was an alternative style, Fenghuang's figure was graceful and slender, and she stepped forward gracefully.

"I've met Brother Ye." She spoke calmly, but her eyes no longer had the same conceited brilliance of the past, and she put away all her pride.