Chapter 661 The Broom Man

Wanjie Building.

"For these three planets, how much will it cost you to set up the corresponding suspension formation and space teleportation formation?"

Zhou Yang saw the Taiqing sage walking quickly and pointed to the three huge planets in front of him.

A low-level planet, a mid-level planet, and a high-level planet.

The powerful species on the three planets were killed when they were suppressed by Frieza's army.

These three planets are more like a primitive planet, with towering trees, rich vitality, and few creatures.

If the price of setting up the formation is too high, then he will increase the corresponding auction price.

"Shopkeeper, if you just set up the suspension formation and the space movement formation in the ordinary world, you don't need much material."

"If the planet hangs outside the high-level world, more materials may be needed."

The sage Taiqing thought for a while.

Outside the high-level world, there are Nine Heavens Stellar Winds, or extraterrestrial gods and thunders. If you want to arrange a suitable suspension formation and space movement formation in such an environment, you must use a corresponding high-level formation.

"We're entering the auction house."

After listening to the explanation of the sage of Taiqing, Zhou Yang also knew it in his mind.

In a low-level world, arranging formations does not require many value points, and the cost of arranging formations is negligible.

In a high-level world, the top experts in the world have the ability to collect stars in the starry sky, so naturally there is no need to auction planets.

In this case, the basic formation will be presented for free.

Planet Auction.

The planetary auction is only a temporary auction. Zhou Yang just set up a tall and gorgeous palace on the square of Wanjie Mall. There are no seats in the palace, only endless night.

In the dark night, there are only three shining stars.

"Is this the auction house?"

It was the first time to participate in an auction with such a lineup, Yang Pan looked slightly excited and scanned the crowd around him.

Among the crowd were customers from the world of science and technology in straight suits, Confucian customers in ancient embroidered robes, and general customers in armor. There were all kinds of shapes, and Yang Pan was a little dazzled.

"Where did that strange demon emperor go?"

Yang Pan watched intently, the Yimo Emperor is definitely a good pawn, as long as he uses it properly, he can force Qin Shihuang Yingzheng to hand over Wang Lu without making a move.

"However, let's ask about the Yimo Emperor first."

Before Yang Pan rang, Qin Shihuang Yingzheng said that there seemed to be some secret about the Yimo Emperor.

Moreover, Qin Shihuang Yingzheng has ordered people to secretly spread the news of the arrival of the Yimo Emperor.

If he couldn't ask in time, maybe he would be temporarily covered up by Qin Shihuang Yingzheng.

"I don't know what planet is being auctioned?"

"This is the first time that there is an auction of planets. If I buy and bid for a planet, it will be perfect. I am very excited when I think that I can have a world."

"I'm afraid the most common planet is not cheap."

"This time I have to give it a try. If a planet is auctioned off, I will treat it as my dojo and transform it as I want."

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The entire auction hall was filled with loud noises, and everyone had a heated discussion around the upcoming planetary auction.

The title of King of Planets is very attractive to many people.

"Excuse me, do you know the rumors about the Different Demon Emperor?"

Yang Pan walked among the crowded crowd, while looking for the figure of the Yimohuang, while looking for someone to ask about what happened to the Yimohuang.

"I have no idea I have no idea."

"I don't know anything, the Emperor of Different Demons has never heard of it."

"Is the Yimo Emperor a demon? Or a human?"

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Along the way, Yang Pan questioned about a dozen people, and they all gave the same answers, with expressions of knowing nothing.

But Yang Pan still saw a clue from the expressions of these people, and there were insiders among them.

"It seems that some special means must be used."

Yang Pan said softly, Wanjielou's special method is only money offensive, but when he thought of spending value points again, his heart ached.

The point of value is cultivation.

"Excuse me, do you know any secrets about the Yimo Emperor?"

Yang Pan's eyes kept patrolling the surrounding crowd, and finally his eyes stayed on a short old man in a patterned shirt with a wretched complexion, and he walked over quickly.

"Different Demon Emperor?"

Gui Xianren looked at Yang Pan who was wearing a dragon robe, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Could it be that this person is the one who inquired about the Yimo Emperor?

Yang Pan keenly noticed the flicker in Guixianren's eyes, and a faint joy flashed in his heart. He didn't believe that this wretched old man could withstand his temptation of money.

"For one thousand value points, I'd like to ask Kochi for a second."

Just when Gui Xianren wanted to turn around and leave, Yang Pan suddenly said.

Guixianren's feet, which had not been raised, seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

With 1,000 value points, you can buy a lot of health books that are beneficial to your body and mind.

"Then I'll talk to you."

Guixian quickly took out his membership card, accepted the one thousand value points transferred by Yang Pan, and said solemnly.

"It is rumored that this strange demon emperor is the emperor of the strange demon family, a strong man of the sixth-order realm, who fought against the talisman ancestor tens of thousands of years ago, was sealed by the talisman ancestor, and only recently broke away from the seal."

Gui Xianren's mind was running quickly, and said.

The sixth-order realm, which was originally extremely powerful in Yang Pan's eyes, was directly ignored by him.

Tens of thousands of years ago kept echoing in his mind.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Yimo Emperor existed, but he is not yet a hundred years old.

At this moment, Yang Pan couldn't help feeling contempt for the Yimo Emperor. After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, he was only a mere sixth-level powerhouse. .

"Then how did Qin Shihuang Yingzheng get involved with the Yimo Emperor?"

Yang Pan frowned. According to the information he got from Tu Shan Susu, Qin Shihuang Yingzheng was only in his thirties.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Qin Shihuang Yingzheng was still a protein, maybe even a molecule.

"Is there any connection between Yingzheng and the sweeping monk and the Yimo Emperor?"

Yang Pan thought for a while and said.

"I don't know much about that."

Gui Xianren shook his head again and again, secretly thinking in his heart that he did not personally participate in the looting of the world of strange demons back then. Of course, some things are not very clear, and it is not a lie.

"How is Yang Pan, have you found any useful information?"

A joking voice suddenly sounded behind Yang Pan.

"Ying Zheng?"

Yang Pan suddenly turned around and saw a familiar figure behind him. According to his intuition, he believed more and more that Qin Shihuang Yingzheng and the others must have something to do with the Yimohuang.

"Your movements are really fast!"

Yang Pan suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and smiled.

"It's not that I'm moving too fast, but your pace is too slow."

Qin Shihuang Yingzheng also had a gentle face, took out the magic phone on his body, and whispered, "Do you know what he is? You don't know. Let's talk about other things when you know what he is."

Yang Pan, "·······".

When Yang Pan walked out of the Zhonghua Tower, Qin Shihuang Yingzheng sent a message, which was instantly reposted by the sweeping monk, Xunzi and others, and it spread to all the magic phone users of Wanjielou in a short while.

"I met the Yimohuang today and asked about the origin of the golden bowl in Master Sweeping Monk's hand. I don't know, so I ask anyone who knows to go and tell the Yimohuang."

Qin Shihuang Yingzheng believed that as long as a person with a normal head would automatically forget any rumors about the Yimo Emperor, he would keep silent.

"Could it be that I am old and my brain is not enough?"

Looking at the leaving figure of Qin Shihuang Yingzheng and his party, Yang Pan was puzzled and muttered to himself.

He felt as if he had been led by the nose by Qin Shihuang Yingzheng and others, as if there was some conspiracy hanging over him.

"It seems that I have to find a smart person to give myself a staff."

Yang Pan couldn't help talking to himself.

In the Daqian Dynasty, if something happened, he could not only discuss with the important ministers of the court, but he could also ask Hong Xuanji for countermeasures.

But he was alone in Wanjielou, and all news was closed to him, just like a blind man crossing a river, seeking his own death.

As an emperor, he knows that this state is very dangerous, and he may step into the enemy's trap at any time, and fall into a place of eternal doom.

"If you look for a smart person, I am a smart person."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a thin figure, wearing orange linen, a tall hairstyle, and a mischievous eye, stopped Yang Pan with a broom.