"190,000!" Lu Beixuan gritted his teeth and shouted again, finally no one followed, after all, it was the top demon spirit master located in the VIP room, and they still had to keep the money to trade the treasures behind, so there was no need to waste it here.

Seeing that no one was shouting anymore, Fan Ling took the silver hammer in his hand and lightly knocked it on the auction table three times, and then, the Void Flower returned to the No. 97 private room.

In the private room, the waiter standing next to him quickly took notes, Lu Beixuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Tianxing, who was sitting behind him, had excited eyes and bowed to the sect.

And Fan Ling below is also satisfied, the start is very good, this void flower, the real price should be around 160,000, and the auction is 190,000, which is already considered to be earned, besides, this is just an appetizer.

"Okay, then, let's move on to the second piece!" Fan Ling smiled, and another maid walked out with a plate......

The entire auction was completely ignited, and during this period, Lu Beixuan also knew that there were some things that he couldn't afford to buy, but he always had to shout, which was to feel the kind of wealthy appearance, not only shouting himself, but also letting Duan Qingfeng shout.

Of course, it's basically the starting price shouted, and you don't dare to shout in the back, in case no one shouts, or there is a trust, wouldn't it be a pit yourself.

Su Yan looked at the excited and flushed faces of several old children with children with a resentful expression, is it interesting, if you don't buy it, when you return to the sect, how can you give me a share of the two million divine sources.

"Next is the sixty-fourth treasure, a half-crippled halberd, the old man will not deceive you, what we have identified, this may be a natal weapon used by an immortal king thousands of years ago!" As Fan Ling's words fell, a huge war halberd more than two meters high was carried up by two people.

When all the people heard the immortal king's halberd, they all stretched their necks excitedly.

What kind of war halberd was that, rusty, the sharp point at the top of the war halberd had long been broken, and Fang Tian's four-cornered blade was also a pothole with a collapsed tooth.

And the barrel of the halberd itself is also a little obviously bent, which makes people look like it is a scrap metal.

Everyone was waiting for Fan Ling's follow-up words.

Fan Ling seemed to understand everyone's doubts, and walked to the side of the halberd: "The age of this halberd is estimated to be at least seven or eight thousand years old, and there are certain years, the reason why he is said to be a weapon of an immortal king is because there is an immortal king who has been firm, and there is indeed the breath of another immortal king left on it before."

It's just that this halberd is very seriously damaged, perhaps, in your hands, maybe it will be revived, a fairy king's natal weapon, but it is hard to find, it can be regarded as priceless, no matter how bad it is, it is also very good as a collection, the starting price, 100,000 divine sources, each time the price increases, not less than 10,000! ”

After hearing Fan Ling's words, everyone couldn't help but be a little disappointed, a defective product, spend so much divine source to buy it back as an ornament, please ask the immortal king to appraise it, if it can be repaired, why doesn't the immortal king want it, it can only show that the immortal king can't do it, and we people can't do it even more.

And seven or eight thousand years, how long will this take, it's good to make it, don't buy it back, it will become a pile of iron slag.

Seeing that no one had raised the price, Fan Ling glanced in a certain direction without a trace, and suddenly, someone shouted: "I'll pay 110,000!" ”

"Immortal King weapon, I'm 120,000!" Someone raised the price again.

……

Su Yan, who was lying on the windowsill, looked down boredly, fighting for a piece of scrap iron, and yawned for a long time, he had indeed seen a lot of magical things today, but he hadn't come across anything he wanted to buy.

And......

Su Yan turned his head to look at An Yingying, and immediately smiled, stretched out six fingers without a trace, and then smiled.

An Yingying also saw it, really, this product is lying in the front, as long as you are not blind, you can see it, the six generations of ancient god essence blood, you think a little early, our bet is not over, at most you can be regarded as half of the win, the sect did not pay for you, and it is impossible to pay for you.

Ling Yu and Lu Beixuan looked at Su Yan's six fingers in confusion, this kid, is he lying there, is his hand numb?

"It's all To!" Su Yan said boringly.

"Buy it!" At the next moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Su Yan's mind, and Su Yan immediately straightened his body and hurriedly reviewed.

"Senior Pheasant, is that you?" Su Yan was instantly excited, he really couldn't forget that voice, and soon, he found the waiter standing on the side, I don't know when, his body stiffened, his pupils turned pure black, like a puppet, motionless, because he was looking straight ahead, so no one noticed anything wrong with him.

"Turn around!" The pheasant's voice sounded again, and Su Yan hurriedly turned his head, excited in his heart.

"Senior, did you escape, I heard that three immortal kings went after you, are you okay?" Su Yan asked.

"Well, it's really a bit troublesome, I guess I can't come to you yet, I'm still on the run, and I'll always look for you after I dump them." The pheasant's voice sounded again.

Su Yan nodded again and again: "That senior, you are ...... now"

"It's just a wisp of my divine sense, mixed in with a secret method, I don't dare to show too much, and I can't hold on for too long, in the venue below, there is an immortal king." Qing Pheasant said, Su Yan's face changed.

"I'm here today for only one thing, that is, the Eight Desolate Halberds below, since you're here, it's easy to do, no matter what, you have to take a picture of it." When talking about the eight desolate halberds, the pheasant's voice was indescribably lonely.

"Eight Desolate Halberds, that scrap iron?" Su Yan said incredulously.

"That's not scrap metal, that's honor, that's military exploits, that's, that's, like me, the weapon of a colleague who wanders around and can't go back, that's, his life!" The pheasant's voice fluctuated indescribably.

Su Yan suddenly looked squarely at the weapons below that were constantly being entrusted with price increases.

"The first time I saw him, it was in the depths of the starry sky eight thousand years ago, at that time, he was holding the Eight Desolation Halberds, wearing silver armor and combat boots, killing all directions, countless Starry Sky Ancient Divine Beasts were terrified, and even other people in the real world were also like thunder to him, and he was named the title of Jiuli God of War.

Later, many times, we fought side by side and became friends with each other.

The last two times I saw it, it was the fall of the true realm, the colony was robbed, as the town guard immortal king of the Eight Desolations, he singled out three immortal kings and more than a dozen immortal monarchs, I had the heart to help, but I was also entangled by many other people in the real world, and finally watched the fall of the Eight Desolations.

The last time was more than 500 years ago, I saw him in a plane in this Hao Tianzhen Realm, he was full of white hair, missing an arm, wearing tattered clothes, lying in the alley by drinking and basking in the sun.

He only said one sentence to me: Home, I can't go back, the Eight Desolations, lost, the war halberd, lost!

I know that his heart is completely dead.

And this Eight Desolate Halberd is below at the moment, but it's a pity that no one knows it, I don't know how many Immortal Court armies were terrified of it back then, but now it is, hey, sad, lamentable. The pheasant's voice was full of deep sadness.

Su Yan only felt that his qi and blood were surging, it turned out that the so-called scrap iron below was the weapon of the immortals in his own realm.

"Who is he?" Su Yan asked in a deep voice.

"Eight Desolations God of War - Ink - Fan - Dust!" The pheasant said word by word: "A real fairy king!" ”