"Brother step, I don't know what your problem is?"

Chu Bei's gaze moved slightly, and his gaze fell on Bu Huang's body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boss Chu, in your previous battle, what happened to that whistling cyclone? With your cultivation, you definitely can't release your spiritual energy!"

Bu Huang's eyes froze, and he asked the confusion in his heart.

Martial arts cultivators, when they reach the spirit master realm, the aura in their bodies can penetrate through their bodies, so as to form long-range attacks.

But Chubei's cultivation is a four-star talent, and according to common sense, it is impossible to trigger a cyclone.

On the round platform, Chu Bei heard Bu Huang's question, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Bu, do you mean this with your doubts?"

Chu Bei took a step forward, raised his left hand and danced the black iron rod again.

Within a moment, a large number of its cyclones were surging in the void, whirring.

"Little friend, how the hell did you do it!"

Without waiting for Bu Huang to speak, Yue Hao, who was not far away, had already stood up directly, staring straight at Chu Bei with a pair of eyes.

"Pavilion Master Yue, please don't get excited. The reason why I was able to swing these cyclones was because of the trick I said earlier. ”

"What the hell is this, and where is it now?"

The two of them glanced at each other and spoke at the same time.

"This move is called Sweeping a Thousand Armies! The momentum of condensing heaven and earth is on the blade of the sword, and it can send out a powerful blow!"

The words fell, and under the gaze of everyone in the audience, only Chu Bei shook the sleeve pocket in his hand, and a worn-out ancient scroll fell off it.

"Condensing the power of heaven and earth? Doesn't that mean that this move is not only useful for spirit masters, even spirit master realm cultivators can also improve their combat effectiveness?"

A flash of joy flashed in Bu Huang's eyes, and there was a hint of greed in his words.

For those who cultivate martial arts, cultivation is the foundation, and martial arts are auxiliary.

In the same level battle, the winning side often has an advantage in martial arts.

However, there is also a big restriction on martial arts, martial arts that are too high have rigid requirements for the cultivation realm of cultivators, and martial arts that are too low are of little use to those who have cultivated to high martial arts realms.

In other words, martial arts cultivators have to choose martial arts according to their own cultivation.

But right now, it is very likely that this so-called [Sweeping Thousand Armies] has no restrictions on cultivation, and the amplification effect in actual combat is not limited to spiritual warriors.

"Step brother, as you think. I don't dare to make a guarantee for the long term, but I can guarantee that even if your cultivation reaches the Spirit Master realm, this move can also increase your combat power by two stars!"

As soon as Chu Bei's words fell, Yue Hao's eyes instantly widened, and his eyes were full of longing.

"I don't understand the conversation between martial cultivators!"

"Me too, but one thing is for sure, the ancient scroll in the pawnshop's hand is a good thing for a martial artist!"

"It's still useless, you said, didn't you see that the pawnshop brother just defeated those five people with the tricks on the ancient scroll?"

"Boss Chu, what is the starting price of this ancient scroll?

............

Under the round table, on the west side.

"Dad, you can start to stay in such a noisy environment, and I am also the one who admires the five-body throw!"

Wang Xiaohu glanced at Wang Batian, shook his head, and reached out and patted the latter's shoulder blade.

"Did you see how the scroll appeared?" Wang Batian's brows furrowed, and his voice was slightly low.

"What, Daddy, what do you say?"

Wang Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Wang Yanxi had already paced his position, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Daddy, I'm sure the scroll fell out of the pawnshop's sleeve pocket. ”

"Sister, you're always confused! How can that palm-sized sleeve pocket fit the ancient scrolls, you must be dazzled. ”

The slightly sarcastic words fell, and Wang Xiaohu opened his mouth and laughed.

However, he smiled and smiled as if he had thought of something.

The laughter stopped dumbly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said, "That.... The bag, it's... It can't be the legendary Sumeru bag!!"

Looking at Wang Xiaohu's surprised look, Wang Batian squinted his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Damn! it's really a Sumeru bag, my brother is my brother!"

Affirmed by Wang Batian, Wang Xiaohu slapped his thigh, and his admiring eyes once again stared at Chu Bei on the round platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item to be auctioned is none other than the [Sweeping Thousands of Armies] in my hand. Ordinary people may not know the significance of adding two stars in actual combat, but martial arts cultivators must know it very well!"

Speaking of this, Chu Bei shook the ancient scroll in his hand, took a step forward and continued: "Sweeping thousands of troops, the starting price is twenty spirit coins, and each increase must not be less than two spirit coins!"

"Hiss--the starting price is twenty spirit coins! It seems that this sweeping army is really not on the same level as the previous treasure!"

"It's a pity, I'm just an ordinary person!

"Martial arts cultivators are already rare, even if there are so many people, there shouldn't be many!"

"Then again, I can vaguely guess who will win the sweep of thousands of armies in the end. ”

"I also have a lot in my heart, either Xie Zhuang's step is famine, or the Yue Pavilion Master, or it was photographed by the Huang Mansion Lord. ”

............

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but there was no quotation.

Chu Bei leaned against the auction table, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no trace of anxiety on his face.

At the same time, at the end of Anyi Road, on the periphery of the mountains.

In the dense forest, a young man about twenty-one or twelve years old was slowly walking forward with a rickety old man.

The young man is gorgeously dressed, and his facial features are harmonious, but he can be regarded as a handsome young man.

But his face, which should have been white, was now covered with dust, and there were even unwiped blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the rickety old man he was supporting, his breath was weak, his clothes were broken, and there was no intact place on his body.

Looking at its complexion, sometimes pale, sometimes purple, very weird.

"Elder Xue, you hold on a little longer! I have already sent a message to my father, and I believe that it won't be long before he sends someone to arrive. ”

Fang Zhantang took a deep breath and dragged his steps with difficulty.

"Zhantang, I really can't do it, just leave me here and leave alone. ”

The rickety old man coughed lightly, and a large amount of black-purple blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Old Xue, stop talking. Anyway, I won't leave alone. ”

Fang Zhantang reached out and kept patting the rickety old man's back, and at the same time stared in the direction where An Yixiang was located, with firmness in his eyes.

"Elder Xue, if we hold on for a while, we can get out of this mountain range. As long as there are people, there will inevitably be a teleportation array. At that point, we will be able to return as soon as possible. ”

The words fell, and without waiting for the rickety old man to reply, Fang Zhantang exhaled, and his heavy steps continued to accelerate.

[PS: Spoilers, sweeping thousands of troops is not the finale, ask for recommendation votes]