Bang bang bang

Ye Tianfeng was the first to applaud, many people looked here, and the fat middle-aged man next to him looked even more ugly, and he was about to drip water.

Being so by this young man, many people may remember him deeply.

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Huang Shan took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, all he thought about in his mind was how to retaliate against the young man.

The maid handed over the Blood Yuan Pill to Huang Shan, and Huang Shan could only write an IOU embarrassedly saying that he owed Tianbaolou 100,000 taels first.

"The next third auction item is a broken blade, which has been identified by the appraiser of Tianbao Tower, and it is very likely to be a broken second-grade spirit sword!"

As soon as the words fell, many people were short of breath and looked at the two-foot broken blade in the girl's tray with hot eyes.

Ye Tianfeng didn't have much thought to look at the short sword in the center of the auction hall, but when he saw the shape of the broken sword, his heart suddenly chuckled.

The figure of a man and his sword kept appearing in his mind, and there was even the scene of the original fight:

Outside the palace of the Ming Empire, Ye Tianfeng heard that someone was going to challenge the crown prince, so he hurriedly walked out to fight.

"You want to fight me?"

"Naturally!"

swish

Mo Li agreed, but he didn't say anything more, and drew his sword out of the sheath as fast as lightning and came straight towards Ye Tianfeng's chest.

In the end, Ye Tianfeng had a slight advantage and defeated the then prominent Mo Litianya.

And Mo Li just left a sentence: "I will definitely come back!", and left alone with a sword.

Mo Li, a friend Ye Tianfeng met outside eight hundred years ago, has a very strange personality and doesn't like to talk, but he is obsessed with cultivating the strongest sword dao.

One person and one sword, people are Mo Li, the sword is the end of the world, Mo is the end of the world!

Later, he and Ye Tianfeng explored and honed their kendo everywhere in the Ming Empire, and often competed with Ye Tianfeng.

Ye Tianfeng's body trembled slightly, and he sighed in his heart: "This is not a second-grade spirit sword at all, but a real fourth-grade spirit sword, but I don't know why it was cut off and turned into the current broken blade!"

Master Cangmu's words spread again: "This broken blade is sent by someone in Tianbao Tower, and this seller said: As long as it is an elixir artifact and so on, you can come to exchange for this broken blade..."

Xiao Hei in the center of his eyebrows felt that Ye Tianfeng's mood had changed, and the dragon soul continued to probe the broken blade.

"Xiao Yezi, this spirit sword has been cut off, and the spirituality is only a little, don't you want to buy it?"

Ye Tianfeng communicated with Xiao Hei in his heart: "It's just that I have a bad premonition, it seems that this broken blade has some special experience..."

Many of the martial artists who came to the auction hall to buy the weapon pill showed very embarrassed expressions at this moment, and they were slightly embarrassed to wary of each other.

"What can I do?"

“........................”

Although valuable things can be exchanged, no one knows what valuable things the seller needs, and everyone understands the truth that wealth is not exposed.

Master Cangmu looked at everyone's reactions in the auction hall, and immediately understood: "Don't worry, you can use pen and paper to write down what you can use to exchange, and the most important amount!"

Bang bang bang

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Cangmu, as the auctioneer of this time, was clapping hands, and immediately more than a dozen young girls came out of the backstage, holding paper and pens in their hands and swaying towards everyone.

Boom

The paper was quickly passed throughout the auction room, and many people carefully took the pen and paper, and even wrote slowly with their hands on the paper.

Ye Tianfeng took the paper and only wrote the word "sword" on the paper, although it was plain, but there was a faint sword momentum.

In less than a pillar of incense, hundreds of people in the auction hall wrote it down.

The girl carefully took back all the hundreds of papers, returned to the back hall on the second floor, and handed them to a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi had starry eyebrows, and his gestures were full of energy, and he glanced at the items that could be exchanged for them.

"Two hundred thousand taels of silver?"

"One Hundred Years Spirit Fruit!"

"Five hundred taels of gold?"

"A bottle of Yang Yuan Dan!"

"Xuan-level low-level exercises?"

"Two first-grade spiritual weapons?"

“...........................”

While the people in the auction hall waited for a quarter of an hour, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi quickly browsed through hundreds of grass-yellow papers.

"Huh, sword!"

When the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi glanced at the piece of paper with the word sword written on it, he didn't think there was anything unusual at first sight, but when he looked closely, there was actually a sword momentum.

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A sword momentum automatically erupted from the middle-aged robe in Tsing Yi and rushed towards the piece of sword paper.

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The sword word paper insists on one breath, and it is sharp into two pieces.

"It's kind of interesting!"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly: "Someone is coming...... Go and get me this piece of paper with the words written on it!"

The maid walked in the door and heard the middle-aged man's instructions in Tsing Yi, and immediately came to the center of the auction hall to tell Master Cangmu.

Master Cangmu was a little surprised after hearing this, and he could only speak: "The seller of this broken blade said: Please ask the person who wrote the sword word to go backstage to talk about it!"

"Cheap paper?"

"Is this a kendo master?"

"Which one can be seen?"

“...........................”

The warriors opened their mouths to speculate, and some even pretended to come forward.

"I am!"

The middle-aged man with thief eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes spoke before Ye Tianfeng.

The maid led the middle-aged man into the back hall on the second floor of Tianbao Tower.

boom

In less than ten breaths, the middle-aged man was blasted out of the back hall, and at the same time, a middle-aged man's angry voice was heard: Look for death, steal fame!

The middle-aged man with rat eyes spat out a mouthful of blood and fled in embarrassment.

At this moment, suddenly a young figure stood up at an inopportune time, and everything was out of place with the atmosphere here.

"Huh?"

Many people are questioning and ridiculing at this.

Huang Shan glanced at Ye Tianfeng's figure standing up, and sneered: "Boy, is it possible that you want to say that the sword word piece of paper was written by you?"

Ye Tianfeng showed a sarcastic smile at Huang Shan, and calmly walked to the back hall on the second floor, the strange thing was that this young man was not directly blasted out.

Wow

Many people in the auction hall were in an uproar, but many more showed a gloomy smile.

Ye Tianfeng came to the back hall on the second floor, but what he saw was a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi drinking tea calmly, and he didn't seem to notice that Ye Tianfeng was here.

Da-da-da-da

Footsteps gently knocked on the wooden board, and Ye Tianfeng walked towards the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

Xiao Hei in his eyebrows was surprised: "Xiao Yezi, this is a strong man who has opened up a meridian in the Zhaowang Realm!"

Ye Tianfeng was even more cautious, not daring to be disrespectful.

"The kid has seen his seniors!"

When he clasped his fists and saluted, Ye Tianfeng still looked up and down at the powerhouse of the Zhao King Realm in front of him.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi finally put down the teacup and looked at the young man seriously.

The young man is dressed in a black robe, with a sharp sword hanging from his waist, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome face like a demon that can make the girl obsessed.

"You wrote the sword paper?"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi spit out words like a clear spring in the mountains, so clear and ethereal that people are scared.

Ye Tianfeng closed his fist, looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and said, "Not bad!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged eyes of Tsing Yi were full of appreciation, and the more he looked at Ye Tianfeng, the more pleasing he felt.

"My surname is Changkong, I don't know what to call Xiaoyou?"

"Ye Tianfeng!"

The three words are simple and crisp, without any much-embellished language.

"I don't know how to exchange the broken blade of my predecessor?"

He Changkong looked at Ye Tianfeng with his eyes and said, "It seems that Xiaoyou knows that the broken blade is worth a lot of money, and it is difficult to exchange it?"

Da-da-da-da

At the door of the back hall, the maid brought the two-foot broken sword on a tray.

He Changkong put this broken sword in his hand and groped a little bit, as if there was no Ye Tianfeng in front of him.

Ye Tianfeng smiled slightly: "Seniors love swords, it's not difficult to see that this is just that this broken sword wants to be reforged, which is almost impossible to achieve!"

He Changkong rarely showed an interested look and said, "Oh, in this way, you must know a lot about the sword?"

Ye Tianfeng said with a serious look: "Actually, this sword is originally a four-grade spirit sword, which can only be cut off by someone, the spirit is lost, and the sharpness is no longer sharp!"

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After He Changkong heard this, his heart suddenly exploded like a thunderbolt, and he looked at the young man in black in disbelief.

This broken sword, even the second-grade refiners in the county town can't judge the original grade, this kid can.

"Could it be that this kid is deceiving me indiscriminately?"

He Changkong was suspicious, but when he saw the young man's serious appearance, he couldn't help but start to believe this statement.

He Changkong couldn't wait to go to Chixiao City, the capital of the Chixiao Imperial Kingdom, and ask the fourth-grade refiner to refine it.

Taking out a token, He Changkong handed it to Ye Tianfeng and said, "If you come to Yunchuan County, you can come to Qingyunmen to find me!"

swish

As soon as the words fell, He Changkong ran to the window, and his body made a smart leap.

"Sure enough, it's a powerhouse in the Zhao King Realm!"

Ye Tianfeng looked at He Changkong's ethereal figure leaping into the distance, and his heart was both envious and shocked.

It wasn't until He Changkong's figure disappeared into the place where Ye Tianfeng could see that Ye Tianfeng came back to his senses and looked at the cyan token in his hand, which was less than an inch.

"Qingyun?"

Looking at the two ancient fonts of "Qingyun" written on the front of the token, which was about an inch long, Ye Tianfeng was shocked.

"This should be the Martial Mansion of the Martial Mansion in the county town———— Qingyunmen!"

Guessing so in his heart, Ye Tianfeng looked at the back of the token again.

"Inner door?"

Looking at these two fonts, Ye Tianfeng knew that this was an identity token representing the inner disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Carefully putting the token into the spirit ring, Ye Tianfeng quietly walked back.

Under the surprised gaze of Master Cangmu and the greedy gaze of many people, Ye Tianfeng returned to his original seat in the auction hall and continued to listen to Master Cangmu's introduction.

"That broken blade that is suspected to be a second-grade spirit sword should fall into the hands of this kid!"

"Yes, you must get it back!"

“............”

"If you want to take away the second-grade spirit sword so easily, this is simply looking for death!"

"When we get out of the auction hall, we will win it in a remote place!"

"Shoot in the city, will it..."

Many people were talking in low voices, and when they glanced at Ye Tianfeng, they became hotter and hotter, and endless greed spread throughout the auction hall.