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Ju Xuan waved his hand slightly, closed the cloth bag behind his back again, and said unhurriedly: "This little friend, Jinguang Pavilion is not an ancient street in Fangshi that can be sold, and your actions are inevitably rude." ”

Wang Yifan turned around when he heard this, and said with a sneer: "The seniors have taught the lesson, but this matter is very important to the younger generations, and I hope that the seniors will be accommodating." Otherwise, the juniors are willing to temporarily rent the Golden Light Pavilion at the price of 3,000 spirit stones per piece of spiritual equipment, you see how it goes. ”

Ju Xuan's eyebrows jumped, and he said in his heart: This person is so generous.

But the mouth is very official: "The old man is only the caretaker of this assembly, and he is only responsible for the order and safety of the assembly, and I will not interfere in this transaction." If you really want to do this, you can talk to Bai Lao in detail. As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and kicked the ball to the old man surnamed Bai.

And the old man surnamed Bai suddenly understood, and took over the words with a relaxed expression, "This son, your entrustment, my Jinguang Pavilion can naturally take it." But before the auction, you need to carry out a series of identification and differentiation of the spirit tools you send for auction, I'm afraid you can't be in a hurry. ”

The old man said bitterly, although there was some bargaining, but there was indeed some truth.

Therefore, Wang Yifan listened to it for a while, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and laughed at himself, "Eh... That's true, but the kid was reckless, sorry, sorry. What should you do, old gentleman? ”

The old man rolled his eyes, waved his hand and said, "This son, the little old man's surname is Bai, and he can't afford the name of Mr. I think it would be otherwise, and while the guests had not yet left, I would go and invite the appraiser of the Pavilion to the stage. Let's evaluate and bid on how it goes. ”

"Oh?"

Wang Yifan was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately stroked his palm, "Then there is Lao Bailao!" ”

The old man shook his head with a light smile, moved two steps, walked to his side, and whispered: "This appraisal fee..."

"The younger generation is willing to have more... Ah, three percent more, how? Wang Yifan quietly stretched out three fingers on the side of his body and said lightly.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Bai pressed his fingers down, "Okay! Childe waits, and the old man will invite people to come. With that, he walked to the side of the stage in three or two steps, pulled over an attendant, and hurriedly ordered, "Go and invite Hai Lao quickly!" In addition, let people move two sets of tables and chairs and make a pot of hot tea! Just go! ”

"Yes!" When the attendant heard this, he bowed his hand and went away.

The old man slowly walked to the auction table and gently tapped the gong on the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this pavilion has taken over the commission of this son. Therefore, in the next half day, the 'barter' auction will continue. I hope you will be calm and the auction will begin as soon as the appraiser arrives. ”

When everyone heard this, they seemed to be curious about 'how many seventh-order spirit tools Wang Yifan could come up with', and they all spoke up.

"Bai Lao, this seventh-order spirit tool is not a cabbage on the rotten street, even if this son can get it, I'm afraid the number won't be too much. If it's for one or two, let's all do it and wait, isn't it a little unreasonable? ”

"That's right! Anyway, I have to let him come up with three or five pieces first, so that everyone has a bottom in their hearts. ”

"yes, at least let's have a bottom."

“…”

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Bai suddenly came back to his senses. Fang Cai only cared about the benefits promised by the other party, but he didn't think of this, he subconsciously turned around and looked at the young man behind him.

And Wang Yifan had already heard what everyone said, he smiled faintly, took out a silver pouch from his arms, put it in Mu Yan's hand, and Mu Yan held it to the old man.

"There are three spiritual tools in this, Bai Lao might as well take them out and let everyone give them one or two." He raised his right hand slightly, pointed to the storage bag in the hand of the old man surnamed Bai, and said lightly.

The old man replied with a bow, and took out the spirit tool in the bag in disbelief.

But just one piece was taken out, and the entire Golden Light Pavilion fell into a strange atmosphere of silence.

It was a long sword, about three feet over. The body of the sword is covered with scars, the spike of the sword is tattered, and its appearance can be called shabby. But the faint blue light on his body, as well as the word "Hui" at the end of the long sword, all show the extraordinaryness of this sword.

There is no problem with the spirit tool itself, and its level is still above the ordinary seventh-order spirit tool. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the peak of the seventh order or the eighth order of the half-step. But its identity made everyone in the cabinet dumbfounded.

"Wisdom Sword!"

As a major repair of Dao Mountain, Ju Hao is very familiar with the spiritual tools of the four kings of the Heavenly Palace. Almost as soon as the long sword was taken out, he recognized the identity of the sword, and blurted out in a low voice.

And his shouting was also the culprit who made everyone in the cabinet fall silent.

This sword is the "Wisdom Sword" that Wang Yifan snatched from King Changliu when he first participated in the war. At that time, this spiritual tool was affected by the "killing" word sword technique, and its power dropped greatly, and it fell a large section from the eighth order of life.

But even so, this sword is still a rare weapon among the seventh-order spirit tools.

Therefore, it is the best choice to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger at this time.

The sentence was extravagant, and he was quite hesitant in his heart. In the end, he simply walked to the stage, copied the long sword into his hand, turned around and asked: "Why is the 'Hui Sword' in your hand, isn't it the sword of the Changliu King, and why is it broken like this." As he spoke, he stroked the sword with regret and smacked his lips.

Seeing this situation, Wang Yifan shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly, and came out of his mouth: "Senior, this long sword is a gift from my senior brother." The younger generations didn't know that it still had such an identity. ”

"Senior brother..."

When he heard the extravagance, he was stunned, and a person flashed in his mind.

If there is anyone in the world who is likely to get the 'Wisdom Sword', it is only 'he'.

He strode up to Wang Yifan and asked urgently, "Your senior brother, are you wearing a mask?" ”

Wang Yifan was amused in his heart, but he pretended to be shocked on his face, "Senior, how do you know?" ”

"Does he have electric wings on his back?!"

"Exactly!"

"A sword and a sword at your waist?!"

"Indeed!"

"Don't like words?!"

"Senior, don't you know my senior brother?" Wang Yifan forced a smile and got up and smiled.

"Unexpectedly, this 'Wisdom Sword' was taken away by the 'Blue-faced Rakshasa'. Unexpectedly, it turned out that Xiaoyou was the junior brother of the 'green-faced Rakshasa'. Ju Xuan muttered for a while, then looked the young man in front of him up and down, nodded and said.

With that, he put the long sword back on the auction table and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, this sword is called 'Hui Sword', which was once owned by the Heavenly Palace Changliu King, and it is a rare weapon. According to my estimates, its original grade was definitely above the middle grade of the eighth order. But because of the Great War of the Six Sects, it was extremely damaged, which caused its grade to drop significantly. But don't worry, even if it doesn't have the power of the eighth-order spirit tool, the seventh-order mid-grade will definitely not run. ”

After speaking, Ju Hao returned to his seat and sat down again. He beckoned to Wang Yifan, leaned over and said, "Little friend, the 'blue-faced rakshasa' is kind to my Dao Mountain, I don't know if I can introduce one or two on my behalf." It's okay for us old men to say thank you in person. ”

Wang Yifan smiled slightly and declined: "The kindness of the seniors, the younger generations have understood it." It's just that he is withdrawn by nature and doesn't like words. Even if I am a junior, I can't see him a few times a year. But the seniors can rest assured, if the juniors see him, they will definitely help the seniors bring the words. ”

Ju sighed when he heard it, "Okay, then thank you very much." By the way, I don't know Xiaoyou's surname. ”

Wang Yifan was in a straight figure, and arched his hand, "Haha, if the seniors don't say it, I will forget it." Junior Wang Yifan, this is a junior apprentice. ”

Hearing the words "Wang Yifan", Ju Hao was shocked again, "You are... Wang Yifan! That Dongzhou Wang Yifan? ”

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