Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

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"Take out a thousand pieces of holy source, just for a middle grade holy weapon, are they the guys of the double pupil ancient clan?" Bu Yichen's mouth twitched.

Even if he took out a thousand holy sources, he felt a little bit distressed.

"what?"

"It turned out to be him!"

Bu Yichen looked for it, and his pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

Because the person who spoke, it was Xiao Ye sitting on the ordinary seat.

The entire auction house was quiet, and all the holy kings stared at Xiao Ye in amazement.

A sage in the realm of sages, can actually come up with a thousand pieces of holy source to bid for the middle grade holy weapon? Even the Taixu Dasheng sitting with Xiao Ye was shocked.

"Boy, this is a temple auction, not a place where you can freely arbitrarily, a thousand holy sources, can you take it out?"

A scream spread, and it was Bu Yichen sitting in the luxurious box.

"How can fair competition bid be my arrogance? If I can't get a thousand holy sources, the temple can dispose of me at will."

"It's you, if you don't want to bid again, just shut up."

Xiao Ye and Bu Yichen faced each other across the sky, said indifferently.

He didn't have any good feelings about the Dayan ancient tribe, not to mention his attitude, which made him very uncomfortable, and naturally he would not be polite.

"you……"

Bu Yichen was furious and clenched his fists, looking pale, and finally sat back helplessly.

The price of Promise Sword has been raised to a thousand holy sources. If you bid again, it will not be cost-effective, and it will affect the subsequent plans.

"Since no one is bidding, the Promise Sword will be owned by Xiao Ye Sage." The elders on the auction stage, after confirming with Xiao Ye, said aloud.

"Brother Xiao Ye, it seems that you have snatched a lot of holy sources from the ancient saints of all the ethnic groups, but you have taken out so many, don't you plan to bid on the seven treasures you need?"

"Forget it, I'll help you by then." Taixu Dasheng didn't ask too much. He looked at Xiao Ye, crying and laughing, and felt worthless for Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye smiled slightly.

For him, this Promise Holy Sword is indeed very suitable for him. A thousand pieces of Shengyuan spends nothing wrong, but he has only a singular dignity.

Xiao Ye will put a thousand space rings of the holy source, complete the handover, and get the Promise holy sword.

"What a heavy knife!"

Before he started, Xiao Ye's body suddenly shook, and even the seat under him almost collapsed. He exploded in the power of the Holy Order, and then he grasped the Promise Blade.

"What a great knife!"

Xiao Ye looked carefully, and his face was excited.

Promise holy sword is much more powerful than the holy weapon he has ever seen. There is no need to urge the holy dharma. It is cut with a knife.

The most important thing is that the Promise Sword started, exuding an overbearing and infinite sword energy, and even the holy method of letting him practice, the Sword, was driven up and running.

"This... what's going on?" Xiao Ye was terrified, afraid that she couldn't suppress it, and quickly collected the Promise Sword, ready to study it later.

The first treasure belongs to the dust, and the second and third treasures have appeared one after another.

These treasures are almost all applicable to the Holy King Realm, so it triggered a round of crazy competition.

Xiao Ye looked calmly, waiting for the treasure he needed to be related to the soul to appear.

"No wind Dao Guo!"

When the fifth treasure appeared, Xiao Ye clearly felt that the priests around him were too empty, and his breathing became short.

I saw the temple elders on the auction stand. In their hands, there appeared a fruit that exudes a misty light, exudes colorful colors, and has a transcendent Taoism.

"No wind?" Xiao Ye was curious.

"This is a treasure that can be refined by the Holy King. If I get this thing, I can definitely become a Holy King from a young age and break through into a Great Holy King within a hundred years!"

"Just Brother Xiao Ye, if I bid for this treasure, I'm afraid I can't help you..."

Taixu Dasheng's eyes were fiery and hesitated a little.

"It's okay, Brother Taixu, you just bid directly." Xiao Ye's heart flowed through a warm current.

By this time, Taixu Dasheng was still thinking about him.

"Okay, maybe I will still have some holy sources left." Taixu Dasheng moved and took part in the auction.

The starting price of Wufeng Daoguo was 500 Shengyuan. The atmosphere of the entire auction house became fierce. Many Saint Kings bid for the price, and the value surged all the way.

The more the end, the higher the price, the more holy kings will stop.

"Seven Thousand Sources!"

The Great Emperor Taixu opened his mouth, and suddenly many Saint Kings fell silent, but his eyes were still tense.

Although he has been famous for a long time, there are not many holy sources on his body, which can be seen from the rank of his temple members.

"Oh, it's too empty. At that time, you and I were holy at the same time, but you pretended to be pretentious, pretending to be pure, and unwilling to join any camp."

"Now seven thousand holy sources are already your limit?"

At this moment, a gloomy sneer sounded, and saw a holy king shrouded in black robe standing up: "I'm out... eight thousand holy sources!"

Bang!

As soon as this statement came out, it seemed like a thunder struck, and the heart of Taixu Dasheng shivered, and his face was blue. "The King of Heaven!"

This person did not participate in the auction, but he spoke at a critical moment, apparently sniping him.

"Can't afford a higher price, just go with the guy next to you."

"The three saint-ranking warriors, the camp they created is too ridiculous. I am afraid that you will not be able to catch up with me in your life." The saint king mocked.

"you!"

Taixu Dasheng anger rises.

indeed.

He can no longer afford a higher price.

"Alas, it seems that I have no chance with this treasure." There was a helpless smile on Taixu Dasheng's face, and he would sit back.

But at this moment, a sudden indifferent voice came from his side.

"Brother Taixu is reluctant to join any camp, but at least he is doing his best for the human race. Instead, he is the senior. When the war broke out with the demon, the younger generation never saw you in the battle."

"Relax, at this price, Brother Taixu can still afford it. We can provide... ten thousand holy sources."

hiss!

Taixu Dasheng looked at it, but the person who spoke was Xiao Ye, and he took a breath.

Ten thousand holy sources?

Just kidding!

You know, there are probably so many saints in the general family.

"Xiao Ye, don't make a joke, this is not the time for a fight over spirits..." Taixu Dasheng suppressed his gratitude and quickly shouted.

"Brother Taixu, you and Jiang Kong, have paid a lot for me.

"And now, it's time for me to repay the favor."

Xiao Ye passed on the sound, and at the same time, a space ring flew to the Taixu Dasheng, and said loudly: "Taixu Brother, this is the source you sent me here."

He could see that the holy king who was killed suddenly was opposite to Taixu Dasheng, and he could not sit idly by.

"This……"

The Great Emperor Taixu took the space ring and swept the holy knowledge, suddenly his head was ignorant.

There are exactly ten thousand holy sources in this space ring!

"Brother Xiao Ye, thank you very much..."

Taixu Dasheng took a deep breath, his eyes were flushed, and the lonely figure had become straight.

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