Fantasy script: The little handyman at the beginning, I am invincible!

The first item: Storm Sword! "The auctioneer introduced loudly, "Storm Sword: Xuan-level top-grade sword, with sword skills, Storm Sword Qi."

"The starting price of this sword is 5,000 medium-grade Yuanshi, and each bid must not be less than 100. Please bid!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished his introduction, the audience suddenly became lively.

"I bid 5,100!"

"5,300!"

"5,500!"

"6,000! "

The bidding sounded one after another.

And Xiao Ming just took a look and retracted his gaze.

Although this Storm Sword is not bad, its quality is only Xuan level, which he does not like.

The bidding sound is still continuing.

In the end, this Storm Sword was bought by a thin man for nearly 8,000 medium-grade Yuanshi.

"Now let's start the auction of the second item," the auctioneer waved his hand, and suddenly, another maid walked onto the auction platform.

"This time, we are auctioning five bottles of earth-grade elixirs for improving cultivation, named Fire Vein Pills!"

"You should be able to guess from the name that this is a fire-attribute elixir," the auctioneer said with a smile, "All five bottles of Fire Vein Pills are low-grade earth-grade, with a total of 30 pills."

"The starting price is 7,000 medium-grade Yuanshi, and each bid must not be less than 150. Please bid! "This time, the audience was not as lively as before. After all, the Fire Vein Pill can only be taken by warriors with fire attributes, so many people are filtered out. Therefore, in the entire auction hall, only three people bid. After a competition, five bottles of Fire Vein Pill were sold for only more than 8,500 yuan. "Congratulations to this fellow for winning the Fire Vein Pill. Now let's start the auction of the third item! "

"The third lot is a yellow-level top-grade martial arts, named..."

The auctioneer introduced it enthusiastically on the stage.

Xiao Ming was a little drowsy.

Because all these things were useless to him.

Whether it was martial arts, weapons, or cultivation pills, Xiao Ming had everything. And the items for auction were relatively ordinary, Xiao Ming really couldn't get interested.

Of course.

The so-called "ordinary" was only relative to Xiao Ming.

For other people present, they were all good treasures.

The third yellow-level top-grade martial arts was quickly auctioned off at a high price of nearly 30,000.

The fourth item was a body movement, also a yellow-level top-grade, and was bought for more than 7,000.

"Everyone! Now let's start the auction of the fifth and last item!" The auctioneer shouted enthusiastically, "The fifth item is quite special, please keep your eyes open! "

As she spoke, a maid came up with a tray.

The tray was covered with a thick red cloth, so people couldn't see what was inside.

After seeing this scene, everyone present suddenly became interested, stretching their necks and staring intently.

Then, under the gaze of expectant eyes, the auctioneer pulled down the red cloth.

A broken sword fragment appeared in everyone's sight.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's just a broken sword? Or it's broken?"

"What is the auctioneer doing? What's so good about a broken sword fragment?"

"Damn it, the auctioneer set such a high standard, but in the end, it's just a broken fragment? !"

Everyone present complained and showed a dissatisfied look.

And Xiao Ming, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up after seeing the broken sword fragment, and instantly became energetic!