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As soon as the words fell, a round stone pillar on the auction stage rose slowly, and an ancient sword was stuck straight on the stone pillar.

This ancient sword immediately attracted Yuan Futu's attention. Its blade was wider than the ones he had used before. The sharp air in the void, the blade and spine of the sword are covered with a thick layer of bronze color, as if they have experienced a long time in the dark closed space, and the hilt is a darker dark gold, showing the Full of kingly spirit.

Everyone was scrutinizing this spirit treasure carefully and exclaiming from time to time.

Xuanxuan continued: "The maker of this Lingbao is the last work of Wen Xiaoxiao, a casting master who was famous in the imperial court thousands of years ago, and his rule is that the new sword should be erected, and the old sword should not be used." Extinct, so it is the only work."

Qin Rongxian raised his eyebrows and asked in doubt: "What kind of strange rule is this? In this way, every time he completes a new work, does he have to destroy the old one?"

Yuan Futu laughed softly: "Generally, Lingbao casting masters have weird tempers and pursue the so-called art and peak attainments. I can probably understand the thinking of this little master Wen. He is forcing himself to climb the peak constantly. There will be no room for regression.”

Suddenly, a practitioner stood up and said: "It is said that Master Wen Xiaoxiao didn't hear anything about it after he competed with Lin Wanshi back then, so could this Tianque Sword be the pinnacle work when he competed with Master Lin Wanshi? "

Xuan Xuan nodded and said: "That's right, but Master Wen Xiaoxiao didn't disappear back then, but died when he was casting the Tianque Sword. In order to complete the Tianque Sword, he did not hesitate to throw his body into the furnace to refine it. "", created an unprecedented 'Supreme Karma Fire'."

Yuan Futu was startled, but he didn't expect the story on this sword to be so twists and turns.

"Back then, in order to compete for the title of 'Soldier King', Master Wen Xiaoxiao risked his life to make this Tianque Sword, but after his death, his apprentice was unable to complete the follow-up link due to lack of ability, until Master Lin Wanshi knew the truth , when he saw the unfinished Tianque Sword, he took the initiative to give up the title of 'Soldier King', and started with the eighth-level 'Unfixed Emperor Formation', and the overall grade is a middle-grade Tongtian-level Lingbao."

"Mid-grade?!" If it was mid-grade, the price would increase a lot. Yuan Futu subconsciously touched the storage bag with nearly 20 billion in it, frowning slightly.

"What happened afterwards?" The cultivator seemed to be more interested in the story than the Lingbao.

Xuan Xuan smiled charmingly: "Later, the Tianque Sword was put away by Lin Wanshi. It seemed that there was such a ruler in front of him, and he knew that it would be difficult to surpass, so since then no new works have come out, and the Tianque Sword has been passed down from generation to generation by his descendants. According to legend, it was not until recently that it fell into the hands of our Jushen Tongbao."

"How much is the reserve price?" A disciple of the Zhou Xu Sect asked impatiently.

Xuan Xuan said: "The base price is [-] million spirit stones, and the auction starts now."

"[-] million?!" The disciple gritted his teeth, thinking that this is too expensive, but Lingxuzi who was sitting next to him looked indifferent and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this Lingbao will definitely be ours. .”

All of a sudden, those practitioners became restless and began to raise the bidding cards in their hands.

Those who can sit here are worth at least billions of dollars. Among them are famous schools with profound backgrounds, casual cultivators who are as rich as enemies, and the low price of [-] million yuan is not waiting for a quarter of an hour. It was raised to [-] million.

Qin Rongxian was about to raise the bidding card, but Yuan Futu waved his hand and said, "Let them bite each other for a while, and we will wait until the end to make a move, and see how much this heavenly-level spirit treasure can be sold for."

Qin Rongxian nodded, and said: "I have roughly counted the number of spirit stones inside, there are still about 15 billion spirit stones, plus I still have some on me, the maximum can be up to 20 billion spirit stones."

"You still have so many?!" This was completely beyond Yuan Futu's expectation.

Qin Rongxian stuck out his tongue and said, "They gave this to me before leaving, saying that I can buy some favorite things in Jushen Tongbao."

"I'll buy you [-] million things!" Yuan Futu rolled his eyes, wondering how many spirit stones the Heavenly Demon Sect had today, and they could withstand such a profligacy.

"One billion!" The disciples of the Zhouxu Sect raised their bidding cards, and Lingxuzi looked at the Tianque Sword with great interest, as if he was sure of winning.

Some of the cultivators' faces twitched, obviously engaged in a strong psychological struggle, and then raised unusually heavy bidding cards.

"12 billion!" The asking price of Zhou Xu's disciples made everyone feel extremely heartbroken, and most of them had already begun to withdraw from their hearts.

Yuan Futu observed the situation on the field, and said, "It's almost there."

Qin Rongxian understood, and when the people from Zhou Xu's faction were complacent, he raised the bidding board all of a sudden.

"14 billion!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned over, Lingxuzi saw those two familiar faces, his heart seemed to be punched hard, he coughed twice, and said in surprise: "Why...how? It's them again?!"

Yuan Futu met his eyes, smiled and nodded, but felt very mocking in Lingxuzi's eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Continue bidding!"

"15 billion!"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Rongxian raised his sign again and said, "16 billion!"

"Elder..." The cultivator holding the placard looked at Lingxuzi with an extremely ugly expression.

Lingxuzi snatched the bidding card and shouted: "17 billion!"

"18 billion!" Qin Rongxian shouted without hesitation.

Yuan Futu's face was serious, and he was almost at the limit. He didn't know how rich the foundation of the Xu faction was this week, but if he continued to call, he would not be able to raise his cards again.

Lingxuzi's hands were trembling, because he had obviously reached his limit, and his face was livid.

However, at this moment, a group of people walked into the Yunxian Pavilion, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. Yuan Futu looked sideways, but found that one of them was Chen Sheng, the young master of Jushen Tongbao.

Standing beside Chen Sheng was an old man with white beard and hair, dressed in elegant and luxurious clothes, with an extraordinary bearing.

"Master." Lingxuzi walked up to the old man and said politely.

Yuan Futu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he said, "It's actually the master of the Zhou Xu sect!"

Chen Sheng raised his hand, signaling Xuan Xuan to suspend the auction session first, and then Lingxuzi briefly explained the reason, and the sect master looked at Yuan Futu, but a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned and said: "Young Master Chen, I really like this sword."

Chen Sheng smiled and said, "I understand."