Inverse Sword God

"The first thing is Bi Ling Dan. This is a kind of elixir from Ming Yao. Presumably everyone should be familiar."

"This kind of magic pill can increase the spiritual power of the warrior in Linghai. It is very pure. The warrior only needs to absorb it."

The old man in white robe explained a little.

Lin Xuan understands that this elixir can shorten the cultivation time and allow the warriors to improve quickly in a short period of time.

However, this kind of things cannot be eaten too much. After all, it is not the spiritual power that you cultivate yourself, and it also contains impurities in purity.

"A total of three, auctioned separately." The old man in the white robe obviously knew this kind of thing, he slowly said, "the reserve price is 10,000 yuan, and the price increase must not be less than one thousand."

When the old man in white robes finished speaking, the people under him boiled.

Most of the warriors present were in the Linghai Realm, and they could not afford this elixir.

Right now, many people are quoting.

"twelve thousand!"

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Ten thousand ..."

The shouts kept coming and going, Lin Xuan heard his tongue straight, and it seemed that he still underestimated the temptation of this elixir.

For ordinary warriors, if they increase their strength, their strength will also increase greatly. Maybe they can be valued inside the door, or they have a chance to escape during the expedition.

Finally, the first Jasper Dan was bought for 22,000.

The remaining two elixir were photographed for 20,000 and 24,000 respectively.

The three elixirs sold for nearly 70,000 yuan, which was something Lin Xuan had never imagined before.

The price of the first item auctioned, the old man in white robe is also very satisfied.

The next thing went well. Everything that appeared on the auction floor was not ordinary, and no opinions would be shot.

Lin Xuan has never shot, and he has no shortage of elixir, but he only has a weapon.

The auction will be carried out slowly. For an hour, seven items are sold.

At this time, on the auction floor, the old man in white robe said loudly.

"The following item can be said to be a rare item, I hope everyone can grasp it."

His words aroused everyone's interest, and many people were guessing below what exactly it was.

"Master Bai, don't sell anything, hurry up!"

Under the stage, a brave military man shouted.

Everyone looked curiously to the auction table, waiting for the old man in the white robe to reveal the answer.

A pretty maid walked forward and brought out a fiery red sword.

The old man in the white robe held the sword in his hand and waved gently towards the void.

More than ten meters long, Daomang appeared, crossed the sky, and accompanied by a heat wave, sky-high.

call!

As the sea of ​​fire spread, the sky was red.

"Xuanjie Treasure!" Everyone felt the power and exclaimed.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

For a while, everyone's fierce eyes gathered on the auction table.

The old man in white robes was very satisfied with the effect. He laughed loudly: "Yes, it is indeed a Xuanjie artifact, and it is still an antiquities."

"This sword has a mysterious origin and is not a contemporary product."

"Don't miss this opportunity!"

The old man in the white robe put the sword back, then said with a smile: "The base price is 100,000 yuan, and every time you increase the price, it is not less than 10,000 spirit stones!"

His words reverberated at the auction floor and lasted for a long time.

hiss

Everyone took a breath of air, and the heat in their hearts was extinguished a lot.

One hundred thousand spirit stones is not a small number, the average soul martial arts soldier can't even take it out.

Unless it is some great disciples or family members who can afford such huge sums of money, once these people participate in the auction, the price will definitely be more than one hundred thousand spirit stones.

The scene was a little quiet for a while. Ordinary disciples couldn't afford it, and the rich were watching.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly, this scene was not what he wanted to see.

"Eleven thousand," he said lightly.

The Xuanjie sword is not common. He doesn't believe that these people can let it go.

Sure enough, since he started speaking, some people have increased their prices.

The price of the flaming long knife has been rising, reaching 150,000.

Ordinary warriors have started to swallow, and Lin Xuan's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the price would not stop here, because he found that one of the bidders was a disciple of Cangjia.

He is Cang Lei's brother, Cang Leopard.

As a swordsman and a talented disciple on the Qianlong list, Lin Xuan believes that he will not miss this opportunity.

Sure enough, the pale leopard's face was shady and seemed a little impatient.

He snorted, and a cold voice sounded, "200,000!"

Quiet, absolutely quiet.

Only the voice of the leopard was echoing, and everyone was scared by his price increase.

Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction, the price had exceeded his budget, and even the old man in white robes on the auction floor was smiling again and again.

Just when everyone thought it was about to end, a lazy voice sounded.

"Twenty-one thousand!"

"What? There's a price increase!"

"Someone doesn't buy a cheetah face!"

On the ground in Qingzhou, there are basically no people who don't know Cangbao, but now some people are trying to grab food.

However, everyone knew that the source of the sound was silent.

Because the voice came from one of the private rooms.

Those who can enter the private room are either prominent or superior, far from being comparable to those of them.

The leopard's face was gloomy, he looked at the private room on the second floor, his fists clenched suddenly.

"Twenty-two thousand!"

Cheetah quoted the price.

"Twenty-three thousand!"

The voice was still lazy, without any change.

"Twenty-five thousand!" Cangbao said, gritting his teeth, this is already his limit, no matter how much he can only give up.

His knuckles paled with force.

With this knife, he can definitely enter the top 50 of the Qianlong list!

"Twenty-six thousand."

That voice seemed to say another trivial matter.

The leopard body was stiff, he was not quoting, but sat with a gloomy face.

At the auction table, the old man in white robe said with a smile: "Congratulations to the owner of the private room No. 3 for getting this Xuanjie sword."

Everyone was amazed that the price of 260,000 yuan had exceeded the value of the Xuanjie low-level treasure, but that person didn't care.

Lin Xuan was most pleased. He did not expect that a low-level Xuanjie artifact could sell 260,000 spirit stones, which was close to the value of a Xuanjie intermediate artifact.

With this money, he has more confidence in the sword weapon that will be auctioned later.

The next auction was a bit dull, and everyone's mood was obviously not very high.

But the next item pushed the atmosphere of the auction to a climax again.

The old man in white robes took out a long sword and held it high in the air.

The sword is three feet long, with ancient inscriptions engraved on it.

The long sword fluttered softly, and the sword flickered, breaking through the void.

Lin Xuan keenly felt that the power of this long sword ~ ​​www.ltnovel.com ~ is far above the fiery red sword.

"The sword name Qiu marks, Xuanjie Chinese treasures, the base price is 200,000 yuan, each increase, not less than 10,000!"

The voice of the old man in white robes fell, and everyone was boiling.

At this time, the door of the auction slowly opened and a group of people walked in.

Everyone was puzzled and looked back.

They knew that during the auction, warriors were not allowed to come and go.

But now some people ignore this rule and come in.

Lin Xuan also looked back, and when he saw the man, he suddenly froze.

To the rear, a group of people stood at the entrance, with a strong breath blooming on their bodies.

The man in the middle, staring at the eyebrows, has a strong breath, as if the sword is out of the sheath.

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, and she could not help clenching her fists.