Zhou Ze's eyes burned with flames, and he slapped Zhao An's back excitedly, almost jumped up, pointed to the Shifang Zi Shuang pen on the stage and said excitedly, "Senior brother, I want this!"

"Buy it if you want, why are you patting me on the back?" Zhao An replied angrily. Zhou Ze is good at drawing talismans, so he naturally can't resist this.

"But I don't have a spirit stone. Zhou Ze said confidently. "Senior brother, you lend me the spirit stone first, and when the time comes, no matter how much, I will pay you back twice. ”

"There are no spirit stones, where have all the spirit stones given to you by the sect over the years?" Zhao An looked at Zhou Ze in amazement and opened his mouth in disbelief.

Yunhai Sect has always been extremely generous to its disciples, even the Qingyun disciples who have the least cultivation qualifications have the resources of spirit stones every month, how can Zhou Ze, an inner disciple, not have spirit stones?

"I didn't cultivate enough before, many spirit runes loomed in my mind, the more I wanted to see clearly, the more spiritual power was consumed, and I could only absorb a large number of spirit stones to supplement spiritual power, so there were no spirit stones. ”

While speaking, Zhou Ze said hurriedly, "Senior brother, you quickly buy the ten-square frost pen!"

"No money!" Zhao An directly scolded back.

At this time, the host in the stands nodded slightly, and the female cultivator's spiritual power was retracted, and the Shifangzi frost pen was put back on the platform.

"Ten square frost pens, starting at three hundred spirit stones. Now, the auction begins. ”

As soon as the host's voice fell, someone spoke directly, doubling the price of the spirit stone, and said, "Four hundred spirit stones." ”

"Five hundred spirit stones. Another voice rang out, without hesitation.

Zhou Ze saw that everyone around him was offering prices one after another, but Zhao An didn't react at all, so he couldn't help but panic a little, and couldn't help urging,

"Senior brother, help me, I need this pen!"

"Senior brother, senior brother!"

Listening to Zhou Ze's urging shout, Zhao An glanced at it lightly and said slowly, "Didn't you say that Han Da was right before, don't you two need these magic weapons? ”

Zhou Ze was stunned, he never thought that Zhao An would say this to him at this time, and said hurriedly, "It's different, it's different, this pen is different from other magic weapons!"

In the face of Zhou Ze's plea, Zhao An could sit still, but Han Da couldn't bear it, and immediately raised his leg and kicked Zhou Ze, scolding, "Don't grind! ”

Zhou Ze rubbed his ass in pain, and he didn't know where he got the courage, staring at Han Da and saying,

"What do you know! My current pen can't withstand too much spiritual pressure, many talismans can't be drawn at all, many advanced talismans have not been finished, the pen is useless, this pen is very important to me!"

When Han Da heard this, he instantly became interested, "What do you mean, if you change this pen, you can be more powerful?"

Zhou Ze nodded deeply.

"Zhao An, don't be so stingy, it's just a pen, hurry up and buy it for him, it's just a few spirit stones. Han Da's face changed instantly, and he helped Zhou Ze urge Zhao An together.

"Why don't you buy it for him?!" Zhao An replied directly, feeling more and more that these two people were so shameless!

"Do you think Lao Tzu seems to be a person with spirit stones?!" Han Da said confidently, "If Lao Tzu had a spirit stone in his hand, he would have bought this broken pen to him a long time ago, and he would have used ink with you." ”

Just when the three of them were arguing, the price of the ten square cream pens in the stands had been copied to the price of eight hundred spirit stones, which was nearly three times higher than before.

But despite this, after all, there are still many disciples of the four major immortal sects in Zhongzhou, and there are very few Fu Xiu, so although the price of the pen is called extremely high, there are only two or three people who actually bid for it, and the auction is fierce at this time.

"Nine hundred spirit stones!"

A voice that gritted its teeth came from behind one of the curtains, and the crowd was stunned when they heard this voice, although this ten-square frost pen looks good, but it is not worth so many nine hundred spirit stones, is this person stupid?

"A thousand spirit stones!" The other voice was also a little angry, but he still refused to give up, obviously he was bound to get the pen of the ten square frosts.

As soon as this price came out, everyone present suddenly fell silent, and the monk who opened his mouth to bid at the beginning stopped talking, obviously not having enough strength.

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, the host said, "Do you still want to bid?" If not, this Shifang Zi Frost Pen will belong to this Daoist friend at the price of 1,000 spirit stones. ”

"Senior brother!" Zhou Ze panicked when he saw this, and while desperately begging Zhao An, he looked at the stands nervously, for fear that this money would be returned to someone else in the end.

Seeing that no one answered, the host put an hourglass upside down on the table, the sand in the hourglass is very small, as long as the five breaths of work can be completed, and before the flow is finished, if no one continues to bid, then this ten-square frost pen belongs to others.

Not only that, but the host was still not enough, and threw out another sentence, "In this auction, there is only this spirit pen weapon, and you fellow Daoists should seize the opportunity." ”

When Zhou Ze heard this, his eyes trembled, and now the short five breaths are as long as five years for him. Every grain of sand that fell down was like a knife cutting through his heart, dripping blood drop by drop.

He kept urging Zhao An, but the other party sat quietly in place, without the slightest intention of making a move for him. Helplessly watching the hourglass about to shine, the brilliance in Zhou Ze's eyes gradually dimmed.

Zhao An saw Zhou Ze's reaction in his eyes, and when the last grain of sand in the hourglass was about to run out, he suddenly opened his mouth and said an incredible number in the eyes of everyone.

"One thousand and one hundred spirit stones. ”

Zhou Ze opened his mouth and looked at Zhao An as if he couldn't believe it.

"What are you doing!" As soon as Zhao An's words came out, the monk who had just bid for a thousand spirit stones was suddenly furious.

originally thought that this pen had belonged to him, but who would have thought that at this time, he would suddenly play a Cheng Biting Jin.

"I didn't want it before, but now I want to. Zhao An said lightly, "If you like it, you can continue to bid." ”

For this pen, a thousand spirit stones is already the limit, not to mention the 1,100 spirit stones that Zhao An photographed.

Maybe it was because of the lack of strength, the man hesitated for a long time, and did not continue to shoot, obviously giving up.

The host asked three times, and when he saw that there was still no one to follow the price, he deducted the hourglass again, and finally said, "Congratulations to this fellow Daoist, now this ten square frost ratio belongs to you." ”

Almost at the moment when the host finished speaking, a storage bag was thrown down from the stage where Zhao An was, and the female cultivator next to the host took it, counted the quantity, and nodded lightly at the host, and then with a slight touch of his right hand, the Shifang Zi Frost Pen instantly turned into a white light and shot towards Zhao An's room.

This method of direct trading on the spot made Zhao Anxin extremely satisfied.

Zhou Ze held the Shifang Zi Frost Pen in both hands, carefully checked it, and only after confirming that it was correct, he rubbed it back and forth with both hands, very happy.

"Thank you, brother!"

Zhou Ze was happy, and threw out the pen in his sleeve, obviously he would not use it again in the future.

Zhao An lowered his head and said in amazement, "You used it before, and it's always been this?"

Han Da also subconsciously glanced at the pen on the ground, and his pupils shrank, "There are not a few hairs left, baldness has become this virtue, you used this talisman to draw last time?"

"When did Zhou Ze draw a talisman in front of Han Da's eyes last time?" Zhao An'an flashed, could it be that Han Da already knew that the person in front of him was Zhou Ze?

But Zhou Ze didn't have such a mind as Zhao An, and said, "What's the fuss, all my talismans are drawn with this pen, and I use it sparingly, if it weren't for the fact that many talismans can't be drawn with this pen, I won't change it." ”

"Zongmen, don't you have a pen?" Zhao An glanced at the pen on the ground, and sure enough, the vertical and horizontal cracks on the pen shaft were obviously unable to withstand the spiritual power and cracked.

"I'm nostalgic and don't like throwing things. Zhou Ze said proudly.

It is also strange to say that since the auction of the ten squares of frost pen, the auction of a thing is much more powerful than the previous magic weapon, and the number of people participating in the bidding has gradually increased, and the whole auction has become extremely lively.

After another set of magic weapons was auctioned at a high price, the host seemed to be in a happy mood, and his voice was not as indifferent as before, and he said a little excitedly,

"I believe that there must be a lot of sword cultivation present, for sword cultivation, in addition to having a good sword, what is more important is to have a set of infinitely powerful sword formations. ”

As he spoke, the presiding officer lightly touched his left hand, and the two monks on the side obediently opened a roll of parchment in their hands, opened it gently, and poured spiritual power into it.

At the moment when the parchment was opened, everyone saw the phantoms of countless flying swords suddenly flying out of it, and after circling in mid-air for a few times, a huge sword array was formed in mid-air.

"Sword Array!?" Zhao An's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body involuntarily leaned forward, his eyes showed excitement, not only him, but also many of the eyes of the auction house were focused on the sword array, and there was a longing light in his eyes.

I only heard the host continue, "This set of sword formations is called Tianjun Xunfeng Array, although it is only a set of remnant formations, not a complete one, but the most basic sword formation is still there, if there is really a Taoist friend with profound swordsmanship attainments, he can naturally evolve the subtle essence of it by himself and constantly improve." ”

The host kept tempting, "Don't say it's all fellow Daoists, even I have a few flying swords in my hand, if it weren't for the fact that I am the host of this auction, otherwise the old man would definitely auction this set of sword formations first." The starting price of this sword array is 1,000 spirit stones. ”

"A thousand?!"

As soon as he heard this price, Zhao Anxin was secretly speechless, he had already guessed that the price of this sword array would not be low, but he didn't expect that it would be the price of a thousand spirit stones from the beginning!