"It's a little weird—"

When Zong Shou was silent, there were already bidders below. Directly opened to the two hundred and third order beast crystals, and then continued to climb up, until the number of four hundred, then slowed down.

This is close to the normal price of this Black Wave Sword, and there are only a few people who continue to follow the price, all of them are in a few boxes.

Zong Shou glanced at the sword again, and it was not until no one else bid that he made a gesture of the word 'nine' towards Yin Yang.

Seeing this, Yin Yang was a little surprised, but he didn't intend to disobey the will of the sect. But I haven't had time to say anything. Chu Xue had already excitedly rushed to the window and spoke: "The young master of my family said, nine hundred and three order beast crystals!"

In an instant, countless eyes with the intention of inquiry came from the teahouse. There was not much surprise, but each had a different color in his eyes.

There are many third-order spirit beasts in the world. However, in order to condense a qualified third-order beast crystal, it would take decades of accumulation. Often when condensing, these spirit beasts have already reached the peak of the third order.

Therefore, although there are many secret martial artists who specialize in hunting spirit beasts for a living, even if they devote their lives, the maximum number is five or six hundred.

Nine hundred third-order beast crystals were already nearly twice as many as this Black Wave Sword. It's enough to buy a well-refined first-order spirit sword.

And most of the eyes that looked over were full of contempt. The same is true of the sect spirit not far away. His eyes glared at him, and he looked like 'you're really stupid'.

Zong Shou ignored it and waited quietly for the result. After a few years, there was no quotation. Just when the old man was ready to give up waiting.

Downstairs, another low voice sounded: "One thousand third-order beast crystals!"

Zong Shou followed the prestige, and saw that the person who spoke was the middle-aged man in black who was sitting alone in the corner.

At this moment, everyone in the teahouse was already surprised. Strange to say, Zong Shou quoted a price of nine hundred, and everyone regarded him as an idiot. But when this middle-aged man in black raised the price to 1,000, no one dared to despise it. Instead, he looked at the sword carefully, trying to find something peculiar.

Shaking his head secretly, Zong Shou didn't hesitate much, and stretched out five fingers towards Chu Xue again.

Chu Xue immediately understood, and once again shouted out the window: "Five thousand third-order beast crystals!"

This time, most of the rich gentry here could not breathe. Many people here have less than a tenth of the price in their lifetime savings.

Five thousand beast crystals, even if you buy the lives of three or five innate martial artists, it is more than enough.

I don't know who it was in the box. Just for this mediocre sword, this frightening figure was reported.

The middle-aged man in black was unmoved, and muttered for a few breaths before he spoke again: "Five thousand one!"

Zong Shou grinned, and only stretched out one index finger to Chu Xue and shook it.

But this time, it wasn't just Yin Yang who frowned. Even the first snow was a little hesitant. Being forced to look at by Zong Shou, he reluctantly spoke: "Ten thousand third-order beast crystals!"

As soon as the words fell, the Zong Ling in the box over there couldn't help but scold: "Zong Shou, I think you are crazy! Our seven million clansmen and three thousand secret martial artists in Qiantian Mountain have only hunted 200,000 third-order spirit beasts in a year, and together with the offerings of the cities, the total number is only 100,000 third-order beast crystals. You are spending 10,000 third-order beast crystals today, just to break the sword with one bite? Even if you want to lose, there is no such defeat method? What is the mystery of that sword? I don't believe it, you can see it as a person who doesn't even open the chakras!"

The old god is there, and he doesn't care. In my previous life, I was used to being poor, and I said that I was careful in my calculations. In this life, I am lucky, I have become the son of the demon king, the son of a big family, and the family wealth is hundreds of millions, so naturally I can't be petty.

This kind of taste of suppressing people with money and not taking beast crystals seriously is extremely refreshing.

As for the spirit, he didn't bother to deal with it at all. What do I have to do with you if I use mine? If these beast crystals are not all used, will they still wait for the spiritual tide to depreciate when the spiritual tide rises?

Now a third-order beast crystal can be worth a thousand taels of gold. But if it is placed in two years, one hundred taels of gold is a little too high.

The middle-aged man in black downstairs also looked at it again. There was no anger in his eyes. He laughed with contempt: "What a fool!"

Everyone next to them was stunned, and then it only took a moment for them to understand. The man in the corner made a bid, most of which was just to play with the people in the upstairs box.

The old man who presided over the auction was also smiling and a little worried.

No one would have thought that an ordinary Black Wave Sword would be sold for a sky-high price of 10,000 pieces. This sword only mortgaged a hundred third-order beast crystals, but it earned ninety-nine times!

It's just that the price is so high, and the person who made the bid took it out? It wasn't until another shopkeeper-like figure whispered a few words in his ear that the old man's face was full of joy. With a wave of his hand, he asked people to immediately send the sword to Zong Shou's box. actually found the court witness of Sanlu Qianzhuang by the way, and wrote down the credentials, which seemed to be afraid of the rebellion.

After waiting for these people, they all left satisfied. Zong Shoucai picked up the black wave sword and put it in his hand to look at it.

At this moment, the auctions are all pills and talismans of some martial cultivators, and then there are antiques and some houses in the title deeds.

Somori was not interested, and only concentrated on studying the sword in his hand.

I only listened to Zong Ling, who was still scolding and scolding in the box over there, as if he was a little tired, and his tone changed to ridicule: "The first hero of the king, why did you give birth to such a foolish son? If there is a spirit under the spring, knowing that he has saved his life and is so squandered by you, but I don't know if he will vomit blood? The body of the two veins is not able to cultivate martial arts, and his head is actually so stupid? The character of Yunfang Mountain, which one is not a common thing for treachery? If the price is too high, and he is directly relied on, who can help him? You are so stupid——"

Zong Ling was chattering, and there was a cold gaze on the other side, looking towards this side, it was the Purple Thunder Spear Zong Yuan.

Zong Shou didn't see or hear it, and although Chu Xue was angry, he was also weak at the moment. Can't find the words to refute.

Only Yin Yang's face did not move, and he also looked at the Black Wave Sword, as if he wanted to help Zong Shou find out the value of this sword.

"It's a little weird!"

Zong Shou looked at it for a moment, then flicked his fingers and flicked the sword body, making a 'ding' sound that lasted for a long time.

After listening for a moment, Zong Shou focused his gaze on the hilt of the sword.

Although the sword body is black, the hilt of the sword is inlaid with ten pearls and dozens of strange talismans.

Zong Shou tried, took off all the pearls, and fiddled with them for a while. Then Yin Yang, the first snow, only heard a soft 'click'.

In the next moment, countless tightly sealed qi seemed to have found an outlet and slammed into all directions. The four-walled wooden planks were pierced through countless small transparent holes.

Then there was a fierce and sharp force, which suddenly rushed up, forcibly breaking away the roof of the box.

In Zong Shou's hand, there was also a small sword, about two feet long, and the cold light flickered.

And at this time, the entire teahouse, everyone's eyes, are looking at it again. This time, it wasn't just the surprise.

"It's a third-order spirit soldier—"