The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

There are some things that they need.

"Would you like to go?" Jun Mo glanced at Ouyang Huanyu. It was really rare. If he really got it, he would be prepared for them. Maybe he could use it on Luo Fan.

Ouyang Huanyu shook his head, but the black man sitting next to him spoke first: "He doesn't go, I go."

"You?" Jun Mo picked up his eyebrows. Among the three, the black man was the most understated. Ouyang Huanyu was the dean of Saint Laurent College, and he himself was the master of the Blue Dragon Dynasty pharmacy. Clothing people have been lurking.

It is also a good idea to change him, at least not to attract the attention of others.

"There are not many people who recognize this thing. I went. Even if it is shot, the obstacles encountered will not be too big." The black man’s lazy opening, the magical auction house, there is nothing in this auction. The most striking thing is the centuries-old martial arts of the Qinglong family. For a hundred years of martial arts, I am afraid that not only the forces of the Longxuan Empire will move, but even the people of other three countries will shoot.

There are so many good things, some of them are not conspicuous.

The difficulty of shooting is also a little smaller.

"Then go, but this century, Shenwu will actually get the day without auction, it is really interesting, I am afraid that it will attract a lot of **** hurricanes." Jun Mo's eyes flashed a trace of viciousness, a hundred years of God Every one of them is covered with countless blood. The Qinglong family is self-protected. Every time they will get the auction house auction, they can guarantee the value of the century-old gods, and they can avoid introducing the disaster into their own homes.

However, even if this century-old Shenwu was photographed at the auction house, it would be difficult to maintain it. At least in the hundreds of centuries-old gods they knew, many of them were easy to be on the day of the auction house. The buyer is also unclear, and some of them are being slaughtered by the whole family.

The husband is guilty of sin and can afford to take up a hundred years of martial arts. Which one is not a famous monk, a master of many powers?

The general strong, can't afford it, can't take it.

"How? You are interested?" The black man raised his eyebrows and looked at Jun Mo. "If you are interested, you pay for it, I will help you shoot it back."

Jun Mo Mo: "A staff, how powerful it is also a burning stick for me."

The staff can only be used by magicians and priests.

Among the three, only Ouyang Huanyu can make it.

However, looking at the attitude of Ouyang Huanyu does not seem to be of interest to the 100-year-old Shenwu.

"Everything is low-key. Now is not the time to look for Xiaoyanxiao. Everything will wait until things are ready. Then, by the way, check the situation inside the day. Junmo’s shot is rarely missed. There is definitely something in the day. I don't know." Ouyang Huanyu doesn't mention the hundred-year-old martial arts, as if the baby who wants to get it by everyone, is a stick in his eyes.

"I have a measure." The black man smiled low.

"If you have any trouble, temporarily hold back, you know how to do it afterwards." Ouyang Huanyu said lightly.

The eyes of the black people flashed a hint of haze. Although they wanted something, they didn’t know the real purpose, but they were not allowed to take it. Ouyang Huanyu did not suggest that the black people had too many conflicts with others. Unnecessary suspicions.

Even if the auction house let it go, they want to get it, can't they just use the right means?