Chapter 487 (1/2)

Time flies, half a month has passed!

Jiang Hao and a Li have already arrived in the snow city. They have no action and live in a restaurant. They listen to the monks around talking about the wasteland.

”Elder martial brother, there are ten days left for the auction house of Nanmen to start the auction. Do we need to auction something?” A Li looks at Jiang Hao and asks in some doubt.

Jiang Hao was silent for a moment, then turning his glass, he said slowly, ”the heavenly palace has sent out the wanted for us, so I decided that Zhao Wuji's Wuji sword can also appear in this auction. Of course, the remnant picture of Tongtian Shenjian can also appear at the auction

A Li heard Jiang Hao's words, first slightly stunned, and then with a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

”Elder martial brother, don't you know that the God's mirror is precious?” A Li looks at Jiang Hao with some doubts and asks.

”I have already remembered the Tongtian Shenjian, and I think there is something I want more at this auction than that of Tongtian Shenjian.” Jiang Hao said slowly.

A Li looks at Jiang Hao with some puzzlement, but she doesn't say much. Since Jiang Hao has made a decision, she will do what Jiang Hao says.

”Get out of here!” At this time, the restaurant ushered in a few middle-aged and a few young people, these people are proud, as if not all people in the eyes.

”Young master, the people from Tiangong haven't arrived yet, but the people from Tibetan sword villa have come.” One of the middle-aged looked at a young man with long gray hair and said slowly.

The young man with long gray hair has a cool face and no emotion in his eyes. Instead, he quietly listens to the middle-aged report without any waves on his face.

”Han long from Senluo palace is here?” The young man said in a slow voice, with a trace of indifference in his voice.

His voice is very cold, as if it comes from Jiuyou, which makes people feel cold.

”Han long did not arrive, unexpectedly this auction, Senluo palace will not participate.” The middle-aged man replied respectfully.

”Since there is no one to participate in the Senluo palace, I don't mean to stay here. Who else can fight with me, Ouyang Zimo, but Han long?” The young man's face was indifferent, and his voice was full of lonely pride.

Among the younger generation, he is the best, almost no one can match him, so he has enough qualifications to be proud.

”Are you from the Ouyang family?” At this time, Jiang Hao, who was originally in the corner, stood up and looked at Ouyang Zimo and asked slowly.

Ouyang Zimo frowned and looked up at Jiang Hao with a trace of displeasure on his face.

With his accomplishments, it is natural to see that Jiang Hao is only the strength of the early Yuanying, and the strength of the early Yuanying has no qualification to speak to him at all.

”Who are you? How dare you talk to our young master like that Originally standing beside Ouyang Zimo, several middle-aged people have a cool face and a thick cold color in their eyes.