Chapter 87: Fifty Thousand Points
I haven't seen it for more than ten days, and Hua Yingyue's little face has changed dramatically!
She seems to be in a very bad spirit, holding her chin with one hand, facing the noisy auction scene, the average person will have two kinds of behavior, either feel irritated and blushing and devote herself to it, or feel irritated and sigh and want to end it all as soon as possible.
But Hua Yingyue was obviously distracted, as if her spirit had been detached from the enthusiastic auction scene, and the blankness in her eyes showed that she was actually not thinking about anything.
What's even worse is the faint black aura on Hua Yingyue's face, there is no doubt that death is approaching her at an extremely fast speed.
"How can this be?" Su Dong sighed and thought in his heart.
Su Dong watched it very attentively, if it weren't for Li Yunqian reminding him, Su Dong would have almost missed the auction of his short sword.
Standing behind the auction table, Su Dong couldn't see the auctioneer's face clearly, but it was not difficult to judge from his trembling voice that he was very excited at the moment.
"At the last time, we at Chris Auction House have prepared a very special auction item for you, please take a look!"
The auctioneer said, pointing to the side of the auction table, and the searchlight was accurately projected, hitting Su Dong's short sword, and a movable square table carried the sword, slowly moving from the corner to the center of the auction table.
"It's just a broken sword, and we have tens of thousands of this thing in our house. A young voice rang out impatiently, and a burst of laughter followed.
The auctioneer smiled slightly and said, "Everyone here is qualified to go to the Shenwu Battlefield for trial, which one is not the pride of the sky? But I'm afraid you really may not have this short sword at home, because it has super spiritual power!"
Swish~
The auctioneer's very simple words quieted down the scene, and then there was a series of surprises and doubts, and even the listless Hua Yingyue cheered up.
"Wouldn't it? This short sword doesn't look like a high-level, unless the foundries are uncomfortable, otherwise why create a low-level short sword that belongs to the super spiritual power?"
"It makes sense, foundries aren't going to be that boring. β
In the face of these voices, Su Dong was also helpless.
Normally, it is true that forgers do not create blades with low-level super-line spiritual power, because super-spiritual power requires the gathering of at least four geniuses with multi-system casting ability.
Most of the genius casters are arrogant, and it is not easy to get together, and it is obviously not cost-effective to gather such a group of geniuses together, but only to create a Lingwu-level blade.
But Su Dong is different, he is a full system of spiritual power, no matter when he creates any blade, it is a full system, even if he wants to create a blade with a single system of spiritual power, he can't make it.
The auctioneer smiled and stretched out his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and said, "I don't know why the foundries created this Lingwu-level super blade, but this super spirit weapon is placed here, and this is the most important thing." β
"As we all know, the more types of spiritual power a spirit weapon contains, the more powerful the attack power will be, even if it is used by a warrior with a single spiritual power, it will also add some additional caste attacks to the attack. β
"You are all the elite of the elite, and you should understand that a little improvement in combat effectiveness also means a breakthrough in the limit! In battle, even the slightest difference can make a huge difference, and it is a matter of life and death!"
The auctioneer said excitedly, and the boys and girls gradually began to gasp for breath.
A blade with super spiritual power is rare and precious, because it is stronger than a blade of the same level in terms of attack power, and it is not very strong, about five percent.
Don't look at this small five percent, but it means the limit and the peak!
It's like an exam, the full score is 100, and if someone can get 100 and 1, they will surpass all the 100 points!
Of course, just because you have a super-type spirit soldier doesn't mean you can win, because combat is always complicated, and there are many unpredictable factors.
But no one can deny that the probability of victory for a warrior with a super-system spirit soldier is a little higher than that of none.
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, the auctioneer said loudly: "This short sword that is now auctioned belongs to the beginner level of spiritual martial arts, and it has super spiritual power! After the inspection of our Chris's auction house, this short sword has at least twelve spiritual powers!"
"Yes, I used at least that word, because our auction house's machinery can only detect the most widely used twelve kinds of spiritual power, and this spirit soldier has already exceeded the limit of detection machinery!
Swish~
These words pushed the atmosphere of the auction to **, this inconspicuous short sword actually has more than twelve spiritual powers!? This is too unbelievable!
It's not that there are no divine blades with more than twelve spiritual powers, but those are all artifacts, who can see them?
Now that a Lingwu-level short sword with more than twelve spiritual powers is in front of them, how can these young warriors not be excited!
They are all still young, their cultivation is generally not too high, and the blades of the Lingwu Beginner Rank are not the strongest, but they are the most suitable for them to use at this age!
"I want this sword! Don't grab any of you from me!" a burly young man shouted as he stood up.
"Come on, the auction is naturally the one with the highest price, why should it be yours!?"
Most of the young people were impulsive, and the auction scene became hot all of a sudden, and the auctioneer saw that the situation was a little uncontrollable, and hurriedly said: "The auction starts now! This enigmatic super-series short sword, the starting price is 1,000 points from the Lingwu battlefield! Each time the price is increased by no less than 100, who is willing to pay 1,000 points to buy this mysterious super-series short sword!?
The fat man who shouted loudly just now to buy this spirit soldier heard that it was a points auction, and his face suddenly turned ugly, and he said loudly: "I don't have so many points, can't I use gold?"
The auctioneer smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the owner of this short sword has already confessed, as long as you have points, you don't want gold and silver treasures!"
"Cut! What kind of gold and silver treasure is? Our thing has long been a disaster, so let's play with eggs without points! A thousand points, I'm out!" a very thin warrior stood up and said loudly, holding his number plate aloft.
The fat man with a loud voice was red-faced with shame, and he forgot that this was the Shenwu Battlefield! No one was short of money!
As soon as they heard that it was a point auction, many people immediately retreated, after all, no matter how rich the family was, they couldn't exchange it for points on the Shenwu battlefield, and every point was fought by the soldiers with their fists!
"Two thousand!"
"Three thousand!"
The bidding was fierce, and in the blink of an eye, it was raised to five thousand points!
Hua Yingyue was also eager to try, but when she heard that the price had reached such a high level, it was completely beyond her ability, so she had to shake her head and sigh.
After all, Hua Yingyue doesn't practice martial arts at all, and she doesn't have any points, she is just doing some investigation work here, which is her hobby.
More than half of them stood up in excitement and pushed the price upwards with all their might.
"I'm out of eight thousand!" said a bald-headed warrior as he raised his number plate in his hand.
The person next to him turned his head and shouted strangely: "Dead bald head! You are so high-level, what do you want a Lingwu junior blade for?"
The bald head said quietly: "I have two younger brothers. β
Everyone was speechless for a moment, most of the people here were from famous families, even if they were not suitable, it was a great gift for their brothers and sisters.
At least twelve blades of spiritual power! Although it is the first level of spiritual martial arts, it is the highest attack power of all primary spiritual martial blades!
"Ten thousand!"
"Ten thousand twelve!"
"Fifteen thousand!"
"Twenty thousand!"
The price reached an insane 20,000, and the bidder was a little older, very personable, and liked to rub a black ring on his right hand with his left hand.
It seems that he has a good reputation among the fighters who participated in the auction, and although he bids aggressively and does not like to leave room for others, no one complains about him.
"I'll give 30,000!" a voice rang out lazily.
That's 10,000 points!?
Everyone hurriedly went to look, only to see that it was Nian Fuguang, the rumored fiancΓ© of Xiao Chili Qinyin, and there was a bewitching woman sitting next to him, and Nian Fuguang's chubby hand was stretched out in her arms, rubbing her thoughts wantonly.
"Young, you want this thing but give it to Miss Qin, if it is, I won't fight with you, it can be regarded as a wedding gift for the two of you in advance." The slightly older warrior said with great grace.
Nian Fuguang pursed his lips and said disapprerovingly: "Qinyin is my wife, how can there be a reason to give a big gift to my wife? Good things are naturally given to the little lover." β
After that, Nian Fuguang deliberately hugged the little goblin next to him tighter, and the girl let out a string of laughs.
Everyone here sighed, Nian Fuguang is a well-known evil boy, and it is a waste for Pepper to marry him.
The very personable warrior shook his head slightly, and then sat down, presumably unwilling to have a bad relationship with Nian Fuguang, there were some sighing voices from the scene, Nian Fuguang was notorious, but after all, his family background was too strong, and no one wanted to be an enemy of him because of a little thing.
Just when Nian was beaming with pride, a fluttering voice came from the last row of the auction, "I'll pay 50,000." β
Swish~
The people hurried to look, but found that they did not know anyone.
"Who is this? Why haven't you seen it?"
"Yes, I'm also strange, if you can take out 50,000 points, at least you have to fight in the fifth war zone, right? I didn't hear of this person on the battlefield. β
Su Dong really looked behind him, and it was actually the one next to him who was asking for the price, a young man with two sharp sword eyebrows.
From the very beginning of the auction he sat there without moving, no matter how hot or noisy the scene was, he was always so quiet.
But after the floating light appeared, the young man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he nodded lightly to the person next to him, and then the man stood up and shouted out 50,000 points, an exaggerated number.
The scene is boiling!
Fifty thousand points is indeed very high, very high, but if someone dares to argue with Nian Fuguang, I am afraid that it is the main reason why everyone is surprised!
Nian Fuguang's face turned pale, and the number of 50,000 points was really embarrassing to him, because all his points added up to just over 50,000, and if he asked for the price again, he would have to return to the primary battlefield, which would be very embarrassing.
That is, a freak like Little Pepper Qinyin, who likes to toss when he has nothing to do, and obviously hit the fourth war zone, but he spent all his points in one go, and started again from the first war zone.
"When you are young, it's only 50,000 points, you just take a few hundred thousand points out and scare this guy to death. β
"Yes, young, you can't lose this face, what is your identity? How can you lose to a stranger. β
The bold ones have begun to flirt with the new year, which makes the atmosphere of the scene more enthusiastic.
It's not that Nian Fuguang doesn't want to fight, but it's a pity that the points of the Shenwu battlefield are hard currency, and the young are not tricks, and they can't conjure up points.
"Good boy, you wait!"
Nian Fuguang put down a cruel word, and didn't wait for the auction to end, and pulled the fox spirit next to him away in embarrassment.
"Fifty thousand points, deal!"
The auctioneer probably didn't expect to be able to fetch such a high price, so he blushed with excitement and smashed the small mallet in his hand.