When Ye Han returned to the inn, he began to work overnight, he had to get enough spirit crystals before the auction in three days, or he wouldn't want to get his hands on anything good.

In the afternoon of the next day, he processed nine swords again, each sword was brilliant and dazzling, and the true qi poured into it, and suddenly burst out with a brilliant strong light.

Ye Han estimated in his heart that these swords were no worse than the long swords in Zhao Hongbo's hand that day, all of them were made of rare metals, and a few of them were mixed together by Ye Han according to the records in the swordsmanship inheritance, complementing each other, and the quality was even more extraordinary.

With ten finished swords, Ye Han immediately went straight to the Sword Pavilion.

Stepping into the Pinjian Pavilion, a beautiful woman quickly walked over, and was about to speak, but when she saw Ye Han's appearance, she was stunned.

"So fateful?" Ye Han was also speechless, but he didn't expect it to be the woman from yesterday.

Shouldn't there be a lot of service staff, how can you meet the same twice?

"Buying an iron sword again?" The woman wanted to turn around and leave, but because of her duties, she had to ask Ye Han ignorantly.

"Today I want to sell some of the best swords, and take me to the most knowledgeable appraiser here." Night Chill commanded.

"Are you really looking for the best appraiser? Ordinary swords, he doesn't give an old man's identification. The woman did not hide the disdain in her eyes at all, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her words, so she almost didn't say: "What kind of superb sword can you get as a little girl?" ”

"Who's your turn to look for?" Ye Han's eyes widened and he shouted.

"That appraiser's vision is different from yours, not all goods are qualified to be appraised by his old man." The woman's face was blue and sarcastic.

"Lead the way!" Ye Han stood up violently and looked directly into the woman's eyes, his gaze was cold, and the pressure fell, making the woman who had not even reached the sword qi realm tremble.

Feeling the momentum of the night cold, the woman didn't dare to say more, muttered something vaguely in her mouth, and obediently led the way in front.

After a few turns, they came to a large room, where a large number of people gathered, but they were all standing outside, probing their heads and looking inside.

"There are so many people who watch the excitement......" Ye Han touched his nose and separated the crowd and walked inside.

In the most central part of the room, an old man with gray hair sat behind a desk, with a blue sword in front of him, which looked even more dazzling and dreamy under the special light in the room.

Seeing this blue sword, Ye Han suddenly felt a little familiar, and when he looked up, he bumped into a more familiar face.

Zhao Hongbo was appraising the long sword, when he heard the sound behind him, and when he looked back, his face suddenly sank.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Han glanced at him.

Zhao Hongbo's eyes contained endless anger, and when he thought of losing in the hands of Ye Han that day, he would have an irrepressible killing intent in his heart.

As a master of the Hundred Refining Sect, he has always been arrogant and domineering, and he rarely meets opponents, but he didn't expect that when he came to Didu this time, he kicked the iron plate.

"Current Quality, Advanced, Potential, Five Stars." At this time, the old man's voice came from behind.

"Impossible, right? It's all pure water blue steel, how can the potential be only five stars? Zhao Hongbo was a little incredulous.

"The materials are really good, but when refining the sword, the power of the ocean in the water blue steel was not fully stimulated, even the five stars were barely reached." The old man didn't raise his eyelids, and said lightly.

"You ......" Zhao Hongbo just had a seizure, but he seemed to remember something all of a sudden, and swallowed the words on his lips.

"This is your sword? It doesn't look like much......" Ye Han said with a smile behind him.

Zhao Hongbo was angry, and when he heard Ye Han's words, he was even more angry, and regardless of the difference in strength between the two, he turned his head and scolded: "You don't even know how to refine swords, so it's your turn?" ”

As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, with Ye Han's strength, it was easy to kill him, if he was moved to kill him because of this sentence, it would really be a disaster from his mouth.

However, what puzzled him was that Ye Han didn't look angry at all, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, how weird it looked.

"Who said I couldn't refine swords?" Ye Han squinted.

After speaking, his right hand swiped on the storage bag, and a black short sword appeared in his hand.

Starting with the short sword, Ye Han's temperament changed greatly, the jet-black sword body, the light purple sword tip, like a venomous snake with momentum, ready to strike with all its strength at any time.

At the moment when the black se short sword appeared, Ye Han's body suddenly fell into darkness, as if night was falling, containing endless killing opportunities, and then a purple thunderbolt pierced the sky, illuminating the night, and the killing machine was revealed, making everyone around him feel a wave of fear in their hearts for no reason, and they couldn't help but tremble all over their bodies.

All this, Ye Han just injected a trace of true qi, and did not urge it with all his strength, and such a momentum had already been generated.

The white-haired old man who had been lying on the appraisal table just now straightened up suddenly, his eyes showed a bright divine light, staring closely at the sword in Ye Han's hand, and muttered: "Nine Shades of Iron, Ziyun Steel, complement each other, good swords!" ”

Zhao Hongbo's face darkened suddenly, and as soon as the short sword appeared, he felt that this sword was definitely superior to his blue sword.

Ye Han handed the short sword up, the white-haired old man gently stroked the blade, and after a moment, he said a number that shocked everyone.

"Potential, six and a half stars!"

After Ye Han got the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he also knew a lot about the potential classification of the sword, and the potential of each star corresponds to a level, and the potential of these six and a half stars means that as long as the user's strength is strong enough, this sword can at least reach the king level, and even have the opportunity to become an emperor sword!

And Zhao Hongbo's sword potential has just reached the five-star level, and it is only at the psychic level in the end.

"Is this really what you forged?" Zhao Hongbo was unbelievable.

"Can you refine it?" Ye Han's eyelids rolled and he replied.

Zhao Hongbo's face was even more ugly, as a master in the Hundred Refining Sect, it was a great shame to be defeated by a young man of unknown origin in swordsmanship!

"How much can this sword be worth?" Ye Han asked.

The white-haired appraiser thought for a moment: "Three hundred thousand spirit crystals!" ”

"Earn big!" Ye Han snickered in his heart, the few iron swords he bought added up to only a few hundred spirit crystals, and compared to this price, the cost was simply negligible.

"Well, they're all sold!"

After Ye Han finished speaking, he took out the remaining nine swords in the storage bag, all of which were forged from special metals, and each light reflected each other in the air, weaving a misty curtain of light.

When these swords appeared, everyone was stunned all of a sudden, and Zhao Hongbo was even more frightened, even forgetting to breathe!