"This gun is called the Spirit Slashing Spear, which has been refined by the Iron Master, the master of the Five Spirits School in recent years, with Silver Star Iron as the main material, and there are five hundred battle souls smelted in the gun, and the person holding this gun stimulates the power of the war soul with the power of the soul, which can hurt the enemy's soul body. This gun has a reserve price of 500,000 spirit stones. Each increase is not less than 50,000 spirit stones. Bidding begins. The old man surnamed Meng spoke lightly, and as soon as his words came out, the entire auction hall was silent at first, but then immediately set off a monstrous wave.

The treasure that can hurt the enemy's soul is enough to cause a strong sensation and competition among all the monks present. You must know that the level of a cultivator's realm has a lot to do with the growth of the soul, and the soul is the core and foundation of all cultivators. Judging from the previous cultivation history of the Dao Soul Continent, it is often difficult to recover from soul injuries, and it is difficult for the light ones to cultivate from this point on, and the heavy ones to cultivate to the point of being completely wasted, or even reduced to a vegetative person.

In fact, spiritual weapons that can hurt the soul are also very rare in the cultivation world because the refining conditions are extremely harsh.

Therefore, as soon as the spirit slaying spear came out, everyone at the auction shook and was moved.

It is worthy of being a well-known secret auction on the entire continent, and the first auction item shocked everyone.

Hua Xia Jiu sat in the corner, and was startled by the reserve price of 500,000 spirit stones at first, but after thinking of the degree of cherishment of this spirit weapon, he already knew in his heart, and it was not surprising that the low price of 500,000 spirit stones was not surprising.

As the first item of this auction, the spirit slaying spear immediately caused a sensation in the auction hall, and the sound of bidding came and went one after another for a while, making the price rise steadily, and it had already far exceeded the reserve price of 500,000 yuan, which had reached a level that made Huaxia Jiu jaw-dropping.

In the end, the spirit slaying spear was bought by an old man who was covered by a black mist and couldn't see his face clearly, and bought it for one million and two hundred thousand spirit stones.

The auction of the Spirit Slayer Spear successfully set off the atmosphere of the entire auction room. Immediately after the second one, more than a dozen items, although not as precious as the first one, are all rare items of monks, which makes the atmosphere here to the extreme, and not only does not stop, but there seem to be signs of improvement.

This is the first time Hua Xia Jiu has participated in the auction, the first time he has seen the madness of the monk, after being shocked by the auction price several times, his heart gradually calmed down, after some thinking and calculation, he has seen the advantages of the auction items compared to ordinary buying and selling items.

Hua Xia Jiu is an extremely pragmatic person, and after having the above judgment, he calmly watched the monks around him offer prices again and again, and at the same time began to comb through the items in the storage bag one by one in his mind, thinking about finding a suitable item and handing it over to the auction for auction. In particular, he saw that several auction items were what he needed, but because he was shy in his pocket, he could only watch the treasures being auctioned off by others, so he spared no effort.

However, although Hua Xia Jiu had recently killed several Condensing Realm cultivators and taken the other party's storage bag, except for Zhao Shiguang, who also had some identity backgrounds, the rest of the people were weak in the entire cultivation world, but they were also extremely ordinary, and there was nothing that could be put out at this auction.

"The thirteenth auction item, the Purple Ghost Sect entry selection qualification token. Presumably, all of you Daoists know that tomorrow will be the day when the Purple Shadow Sect, which ranks seventh among the three sects and nine sects in the Dao Soul Continent, will recruit disciples once every five years, and this token is the qualification token to participate in the entry selection. The old man surnamed Meng still spoke lightly, and while he was talking, a sweet and lovely young girl had appeared behind him, holding a jade plate with a white jade plate in both hands.

When the old man surnamed Meng was halfway through his words, he raised his right hand and waved, and immediately behind him, on the jade plate held by the young girl in both hands, the jade medal flew up and floated in front of the old man surnamed Meng.

"What? Sure enough, it's this token, why didn't I think of auctioning this token!" Hua Xia Jiu secretly regretted it. In addition to his own token, there was also Zhao Shiguang's token in his storage bag.

"The reserve price of this token is 100,000 spirit stones, and the price increase is not less than 10,000 spirit stones each time, and the auction will begin. The old man surnamed Meng saw that everyone had understood the value of this token, so he didn't say much and announced the beginning.

"110,000 spirit stones!" A man sitting in front of the left wearing a hat and unable to hear his age couldn't wait to open his mouth as soon as the old man surnamed Meng finished speaking.

"Eleven thousand spirit stones want to worship the Purple Shadow Sect, it's really wishful thinking. I will give out 150,000 spirit stones. In the middle, a male cultivator with a concealed figure and a slightly hoarse voice followed.

"I gave out 180,000 spirit stones, and in the second elder of the Ice Blood Sect, Ma Sanping, I will give my grandson the opportunity to worship the Purple Shadow Sect, and I hope that all my colleagues will give face. A monk who was cold but could not see his face clearly stood up, exuded a powerful aura in the late stage of the out-of-body realm, bowed around, and said very politely, but the threat in his eyes was also obvious.

Feeling the strong aura of the Second Elder of the Ice Blood Sect, many of the Hua Dan Realm cultivators in the field who were about to bid couldn't help but hesitate in their hearts. But there are still many people who don't take the Second Elder of the Ice Blood Sect in their eyes at all, and there are even some people with strong strength and extraordinary backgrounds, and there is even a faint laughter.

Hua Xia Jiu was secretly looking at Ma Sanping, and suddenly heard a sneer from the side, and then a cold snort came out.

"Hmph! It's ridiculous that a little Xiaoice Blood Sect elder dares to threaten all cultivators here! I gave out 200,000 spirit stones. ”

Hua Xia Jiu heard the sound and looked, at the corner of one meter to the left, a man with a moderate figure and a black robe, wearing a devil mask, was staring at Ma Sanping coldly.

Ma Sanping's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, he took a deep look at the black-robed man, and said in a cold voice: "The old man gave out 250,000 spirit stones." ”

"Two hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones!" The black-robed man was not to be outdone.

"Three hundred thousand spirit stones!" Ma Sanping no longer looked at the black-robed man, sat down slowly, and said seemingly calmly.

"Three hundred and one thousand spirit stones!" the black-robed man shouted without hesitation.

This time, Ma Sanping didn't say anything.

"This fellow Daoist bid 310,000 spirit stones, and there is no Daoist friend to bid. The old man surnamed Meng saw that more than ten breaths had passed, and there was still no one to bid, and said with a little disappointment.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones!" A pleasant and delicate woman's voice suddenly sounded, and the old man surnamed Meng suddenly showed a look of joy on his face.

"Four hundred thousand spirit stones!" The black-robed man glanced at the woman sitting in the middle, wearing a white veil, and gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones!" The woman in the white veil paused slightly, and then increased the price again.

"500,000 spirit stones! This thing is determined to be obtained! Fellow Daoists still don't waste time. The black-robed man still didn't hesitate. It's just that Hua Xia Jiu faintly heard that when this person said the words just now, he was clearly short of breath and nervous in his heart. Hua Xia Jiu guessed that 500,000 spirit stones were already the limit of this person.

"Five hundred and one thousand spirit stones!" Ma Sanping, who had not said a word for a long time, glanced at the black-robed man and said suddenly.

"You're looking for death!" the black-robed man scolded in a low voice, glanced at Ma Sanping with a devouring gaze, and then stopped speaking.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones! The concubine is from Danshen Mountain, and I hope that Elder Ma will give it a convenience. As the woman in the white veil spoke, a strong medicinal fragrance emanated from her body and spread out in all directions.

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