Fighting the Flame Emperor Huoxuan

The crisp sound of the bell slowly resounded in the auction hall, and with the sound of the bell, the extremely noisy noise in the venue gradually weakened, and countless eyes turned to the crystal stage, their eyes full of fire.

Huo Xuan looked up at the bright crystal stage. At this moment, a white-haired old man similar to an auctioneer was already standing on it with a smile.

"Hehe, everyone, I must have been a little impatient to wait. Since that's the case, then I won't say some official words to make fun of you." The white-haired old man in Chinese clothes smiled and looked at the darkness inside the venue. The head of the person, and finally the obscure gaze swept the forces sitting in the front row, and the loud voice echoed in the field.

As an experienced auctioneer, he clearly knows what the people below want to see and what they don't want to see. Therefore, the nonsense introduction of the opening ceremony was directly thrown away by him.

"As an annual auction, I think this one hosted by our Eight Gates will certainly not disappoint you." The old man clapped his hands and said loudly, "I announce that the Black Seal City auction will begin now! "

As the old man's voice fell, a dazzling bright light suddenly erupted from the huge crystal platform. After a long while, the strong light faded away. On the crystal platform, on the auction platform in front of the white-haired old man, a blue long sword was in the light. Under the illumination of the sword, it reflected a cold luster, and looking at the traces of energy circulating on the sword, it was obvious that this was a magic nuclear weapon carefully forged by a famous teacher.

Huo Xuan is not very interested in these auction items, but Huo Xuan is not interested, but it does not mean that others are not interested. It was the guy who was eating, so as soon as the white-haired old man's voice fell, there were a lot of bidding sounds in the auction hall.

The first auction, after a few minutes, was successfully auctioned by a thin man with a face full of excitement for [-] gold coins.

After the first auction went smoothly, on the next auction table, all kinds of dazzling treasures began to appear, such as treasure armor, fighting skills, exercises, medicinal materials, and so on.

Sitting on the soft chair, Huo Xuan slightly closed his eyes, waiting for something that could make his heart appear...

"Ding!"

With the passage of time, another crisp ringtone was uploaded from the crystal platform.

The white-haired auctioneer took a small silver plate from a maid, and said with a smile on his face: "Hehe, the next auction is a little strange, because even we don't know what it does. However, after much deliberation at our auction, it's like some kind of unknown treasure map."

The white-haired old man carefully lifted the brocade cloth on the silver plate, and suddenly, a dilapidated piece of ancient cloth appeared in everyone's sight.

"Shh...!" Seeing the tattered piece of cloth, the auction hall was silent for a while, and then there were boos all over the place.

Hearing those disdainful boos, the white-haired auctioneer's smile was also a little embarrassing. After their research, this ancient piece of cloth should be a map, which can be recognized from the route signs above, but except for Besides, they didn't gain much.

Glancing at the ancient piece of cloth out of the corner of his eyes, the auctioneer picked it up with two fingers and spread it out in everyone's sight. , This map should be quite old, although it is not clear what it hides, but ancient things are not ordinary goods, right? People always have to gamble. If someone gets a complete map, if they are lucky, Maybe there is something hidden in it that will cause a sensation in the entire continent.”

"(ˉ▽￣～)Cut~~" Most people scoffed at his remarks.

On the crystal stage, the white-haired auctioneer introduced the mysteriousness of this ancient and broken piece of cloth. In short, he tried his best to increase the value of this ancient piece of cloth, but unfortunately it seems that the effect is not effective. Big, because under his impatient introduction, some people in the field have begun to become impatient, and some people with hot temper even started to curse.

Hearing that there was still no enthusiastic response from below, the white-haired auctioneer had no choice but to shake his head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his dry throat, and smiled bitterly: "According to the setting, the low price of this broken piece of cloth is ten Ten thousand gold coins, now, let's start the auction."

As the voice of the white-haired auctioneer fell, the huge auction hall was suddenly silent, and some people swept the stage as if looking at idiots, who would spend [-] gold coins to buy a broken thing that is not known at all. ?And even if you have money, it's not such a mess, right?If this map is complete, it can be bought. After all, if you are lucky, you might be able to get the treasure inside, but unfortunately...

Looking at the quietness in the field and the countless mocking gazes, the white-haired auctioneer could not help but shake his head helplessly again, constantly slandering the guys who assessed the price. The information shown above is simply not enough to allow people to distinguish what is hidden in it, and in such an unknown state, even he himself does not have much confidence that he can successfully auction it. The price of one hundred thousand.

After the silence in the auction hall lasted for a few minutes, the white-haired auctioneer finally sighed. Just when he was about to announce that the auction was over, a voice suddenly made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"One hundred and ten thousand…"

The faint voice broke the silence in the arena. Suddenly, countless eyes moved in the direction of the voice, and finally stopped on a black-robed man in the front row, and a little muttering sounded.

"Is this guy mentally ill? Spend [-] for this rubbish thing that doesn't know its purpose?"

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Not only those in the back, but even some forces in the front row, all cast their slightly surprised eyes on Huo Xuan, who was wrapped in black robes.

The Young Sect Master of the Blood Sect, Fan Ling, turned his head to look at Huo Xuan, but his brows could not help but wrinkle slightly. For some reason, he always had a very sensitive feeling in his heart towards this mysterious man. Bidding on the old piece of cloth that no one knows what it is used for, a strange feeling is entangled in my heart, lingering.

Shaking his head, Fan Ling pondered for a while, and with narrowed eyes, he stared at the ancient torn piece of cloth that was swaying slightly in the auctioneer's hands, his eyes flickering.

On the crystal stage, someone finally made an offer, and the auctioneer also breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and smiled at the place where Huo Xuan was, "This lord bid [-], does anyone want to increase the price?"

Hearing the auctioneer's words, countless people rolled their eyes. He was such an idiot in this world...

The auctioneer seemed to know that this was a question in vain, and after sneering, he was about to smash the auction hammer in his hand.

"and many more."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, causing the hammer in the auctioneer's hand to stiffen. He followed the voice with doubtful eyes, but saw Fan Ling, the Young Sect Master of the Blood Sect who stood up slowly, he was stunned and smiled. Said: "The Young Sect Master of the Blood Sect is..."

Ignoring him, in front of everyone's eyes, Fan Ling turned around and stared at the black-robed man who was sitting on the chair motionless, suddenly laughed, and said, "It's nothing but suddenly I have this thing. Be interested, [-]."

Beneath the black robe, Huo Xuan's sharp eyes suddenly became icy cold, his eyes looked through the cloak, staring at the pale young man, his faint fighting qi couldn't help but roar in the meridians like a roaring lake. , Pentium up.

"Humph! I don't know what to do!" Taking a deep breath, Huo Xuan allowed himself to regain his composure. If he didn't want to make things too big and ruin the trajectory of the plot, he would have to grab it now. , by the way, killed the young man and the old man beside him.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Huo Xuan leaned lazily on the soft back of the chair, and in a plain tone, as if he was arguing with others at will, "[-]."

Huo Xuan's increase in price made Fan Ling's eyebrows twitch. In this auction hall, apart from those who also had tyrannical forces behind them, Huo Xuan was the first soloist who dared to bid directly.

"[-]." Staring at Huo Xuan for a long time, the young sect master of the blood sect waved his palm and tried to add nearly [-] extra.

There are some inexplicable bidding contests here, which suddenly made the eyes of the audience a little astounded. No one knows what the madness of this young sect master of the blood sect is going crazy. , This kind of thing that harms others and not oneself is really a bit strange.

Of course, apart from these confused people in the field, the auctioneer on the crystal stage cracked his mouth with a smile. He didn't expect that something that was already considered to be of little use would actually attract two people's bidding. And one of them is the young sect master of the blood sect with deep pockets.

"[-]." Just when everyone thought that Huo Xuan would not increase the price, Huo Xuan, who was hiding under the black robe, once again quoted a price that made them feel incredible.

Huo Xuan's bid again made Fan Ling a little stunned. He looked at the ancient fragment with gloomy eyes, and finally Fan Ling said lightly, "[-]."

"Young Sect Master..." Seeing Fan Ling's actions, the old man beside him couldn't help worrying in a low voice, "If we spend like this again, then we may be unable to compete for the last thing."

If it is said that it is an auction of important things to spend a lot of money, it is still excusable, but now to spend some useless money to be angry with others, this is really inconsistent with Fan Ling's previous temperament.

"What's the hurry?" Glancing at the old man, Fan Ling sneered: "Since my father has already made preparations, then no matter who auctions the item, it will also fall into our hands. In that case, we can save a lot of money. A lot of money."

"But that is too unsafe, and if the news is leaked, it will be a little troublesome." The old man hesitated.

"I have my own opinion, Elder Luo don't have to worry too much." Fan Ling's face turned cold, and he shouted at the old man coldly.