The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Uh..." The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, he really didn't understand how Xiao Chen's brain circuit grew.

Xiao Chen looked outside the noodle shop, and asked with a smile: "Old man, do you believe in fate?"

The old man was startled, shook his head lightly, but then nodded immediately.

The old man hesitated to speak, but finally did not speak.

The old Taoist knew in his heart that these so-called cultivators said that they didn't believe in fate, and what they did was my fate.

But these cultivators all understand that they themselves have never escaped the cage of fate.

Changing fate against the sky is just a slogan.

Xiao Chen shook his head with a smile, picked up the bowl and drank the last mouthful of noodle soup.

Xiao Chen got up, looked at the worried old Taoist with a smile and said, "Since you believe in fate, then continue to believe in it. Things in the world have their own destiny."

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the old Taoist trembled all over: "My lord, what do you mean..."

Xiao Chen nodded lightly: "In this life, I have traveled to countless places, but I have only heard of things like mending stones in one place."

The old man's eyes gradually lit up.

Xiao Chen carried a stick of candied haws on his shoulders, and walked towards the door slowly, while walking, he said, "The Sky-Bending Stone comes from my birthplace, and the legend of the Sky-Bending also happened there."

Xiao Chen tore off a bunch of candied haws and handed it to Liusu Mingyue, and said with a smile: "According to the temperament of that scumbag on Dao, she won't let this kind of thing go, she will arrange everything, everything that seems to be a coincidence, but is predestined .”

The old Taoist heart gradually calmed down, but he still didn't quite understand Xiao Chen's words.

"Can you please tell me clearly, my lord." The old man smiled helplessly.

"It's boring if you speak too clearly, why don't we go to the auction?" Xiao Chen turned around and looked at the old man with a smile.

The old Taoist didn't ask any more questions, he understood what the phrase "There is a definite number in the dark" meant.

"Young master, please." The old Taoist followed Xiao Chen to the door, and drew a golden talisman casually.

The spell turned into a gust of wind, leading a few people away before the noodle shop.

The auction venue is in a palace on top of a mountain.

The auction at the venue is in full swing.

Of course, the competition has not yet reached the stage of intense competition. Most of the auctions now are some rare geniuses and land treasures, as well as some magic weapons. The whole shipbuilding materials must be the finale.

With the leadership of the veteran, Xiao Chen and the others entered the heavily guarded venue without any hindrance.

At this moment, the auctioneer is introducing a strange circular magic weapon with great emotion.

"Lan Ye, it is said that it was the weapon of the Demon King Shi Ye 100,000 years ago. This thing is so powerful that even if a child holds it in his hand, he can level the mountains with a wave of his hand, and this thing will become stronger the more he uses it. , to increase the master's cultivation."

Everyone was in an uproar, and even the big shots in the VIP rooms upstairs stood up excitedly.

Mohou Shiye, in the starry sky a hundred thousand years ago, led an army to conquer various big worlds, and set off a great devil who slaughtered endlessly.

It is said that this person is the person who is closest to the realm of the Great Emperor, and some people even speculate that at that time, Shiya's foot had already stepped into the threshold of the Great Emperor.

And he set off this killing, probably because of his preaching.

However, this disaster came to an inexplicable halt, and Shiya's army of hundreds of millions disappeared overnight.

Since then, no one has heard of the name Mohou Shiye.

Some people say that this guy has gone mad, and some people say that he has passed from killing to the realm of the emperor, and he is happy in all directions.

Of course this is all bullshit and no one knows what the truth is.

The sudden appearance of such a legendary weapon will naturally attract the attention of many people.

In addition to the sensitive identity of Mo Hou, this treasure may also make many people salivate.

There are many people here who have experienced that killing, and they naturally know the power of this weapon.

This thing aroused everyone's interest, but the auctioneer changed the subject at this moment.

"but."

These two words made everyone's attention focus on the auctioneer.

The auctioneer smiled, looked around and continued: "This monster can affect the state of mind of the owner, and will make people fall into endless killings, so everyone should think carefully."

"Stop fucking nonsense, hurry up and quote, even if it doesn't work, I'll buy it back and offer it to the head office!" Some grumpy monks yelled in dissatisfaction.

The auctioneer stopped talking, "The starting price is 1 million attribute spirit stones, and each increase in price should not be less than 10,000 attribute spirit stones."

"Pfft..." Xiao Chen, who was drinking tea in the private room, sprayed the tea out of his mouth on the spot.

"Just this shit is worth a million dollars?" Xiao Chen looked at the old Taoist sitting across from him in a daze.

Xiao Chen really hadn't used any magic weapon in his life, and the few knives he used were all priceless treasures. Xiao Chen really didn't know the price of a "common" magic weapon.

The old Taoist said helplessly: "From your point of view, you naturally look down on these things."

Xiao Chen thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he grabbed Tassel Mingyue who was licking candied haws on the top of his head.

"What are you doing?" Liusu tugged at Xiao Chen's face with her small, drool-filled hands.

"Little baby, take out your treasure bag, buddy, I'm going to give it away, haha!"

The current Xiao Chen was smiling so much like a mentally retarded person, the few people around him were sweating profusely, and the old man even felt that this guy was not a normal person.

Liusu Mingyue licked her fingers and took out two delicate bags, "Give me two more skewers! Hehe~~"

Xiao Chen snatched the bag: "What to eat, how much to eat, don't you know what to eat? Be careful of diabetes."

"Diabetes?" Tassel Mingyue asked with question marks all over her head.

Xiao Chen opened the bag, and while taking things out, he said nonsense, "It's the disease of urinating sugar water."

"Ah! It's amazing." Little Xingxing with tassels and bright moon eyes asked, "Is that sweet?"

"How the hell do I know, I haven't drunk it." Xiao Chen rolled his eyes.

Liusu Mingyue's eyes are bright at the moment like a weasel catching a chick: "Then if I eat these candied haws, I will..."

"No, you won't." Xiao Chen immediately stopped Liusu Mingyue's strange and terrifying thought.

Xiao Chen had no doubts at all that this little mentally handicapped person would secretly taste his "sugar urine".

Hearing this vigorous and heavy-handed conversation, the people beside him were petrified for a while.

Xiao Chen took out the magic weapons in the treasure bag, and muttered words: "Mouye Fork, Soul Slaying Knife, Mountain Cleaving Axe, Millet and Rifle, Dragon's Eighteen Whips..."

Of course, Xiao Chen picked these bad names on the spot.

The old man was terrified to see it, because these magic weapons are not low-level, and two or three of them can even be classified as semi-sacred weapons.