Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 35
No less than 300 people gathered in the huge venue, among them were warriors with weapons in their hands, and noble children wearing silk and satin. Liangcheng was originally the territory of Chu State, and now there are many nobles of Chu State left behind. Among the upper-class nobles in Liangcheng, there are not a few good warriors among them.

Generally speaking, the ninth-rank weapon is already a rare treasure for everyone, and the eighth-rank, seventh-rank, and sixth-rank weapons have become the objects of noble collections, and the third-rank weapon Yaoyang of the Ye family is even more so. It is coveted by everyone, but no one dares to touch Yaoyang. It is not because of Ye Nantian's strength, but because of Peng Feng, the patriarch of the Vulcan clan behind the Ye family. Who dares to covet the treasure handed down from the Vulcan clan?

Ye Yang came to the auction house on time, found a seat in the corner and sat down. His expression was indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with this auction house. He was dressed in a dark blue robe, which made him look stern and hidden. dew.

Not far away, a group of aristocratic ladies frequently cast surprised glances, obviously attracted by Ye Yang's attire. No one knew what the origin of this young man in blue clothes with a rusty sword behind his back was.

Since transmigrating into Ye Batian's body, Ye Yang has been cultivating both internally and externally for more than a month, which has caused a completely different change in the charm and character of the whole person. People who knew the young master of the Ye family before, now Ye Yang will also feel that this person has been reborn after seeing Ye Yang again.

On the high platform, more than a dozen pieces of weapons and armor were arranged in a row on the table.

The bead curtain swayed, and everyone's eyes lit up.

A beautiful woman appeared on the stage, wearing a white dress, her tall and proud figure was wrapped in the clothes, outlining a beautiful arc, her pretty face with a charming smile, came to the stage slowly Going up, he bowed prettyly, and said with a smile: "Everyone, Lei Xiaodie is being polite here!"

Everyone applauded, and one of the shirtless men shouted loudly: "Miss Xiaodie, what treasures does your Qinglei Auction House have today?"

Lei Xiaodie glanced at her, just a glance, the ecstatic gaze made the big man unbearable.

"After a while, you will know."

Lei Xiaodie didn't answer, and announced: "The market is open!"

On one side, the auctioneer nodded respectfully and rang the gong.

Lei Xiaodie rolled up her sleeves, revealing a jade lotus-like arm, and stretched out her hand to hold a long knife. The unusually heavy long knife seemed like a feather in Lei Xiaodie's hand, and she lifted it lightly. When she got up, Lei Xiaodie smiled softly, brandished her long knife, and a gust of cold energy filled the air.

"The Spring and Autumn War Saber, forged by a famous craftsman from cold iron, is hard and sharp. It weighs 64 catties and has no rank. The auction reserve price is 50 taels of silver. Ladies and gentlemen, you can bid now!"

Lei Xiaodie's soul-stirring voice echoed in the field, and suddenly, someone raised his arm and shouted: "60 taels!"

Then, someone bid again: "65 taels!"

"70 taels!"

In the end, the price was settled on 70 taels of silver. Lei Xiaodie smiled and asked the winner of the auction to go to the backstage to deliver the silver and took away the Spring and Autumn Sword.

(End of this chapter)