The already lively auction hall was boiling like a bomb had been thrown into it today.

The auction on the last day is always the highlight, and everyone's eyes are almost glued to the auction table, for fear that they will miss something in the blink of an eye.

"The next treasure to be auctioned, everyone must have heard of it, it was brought out of the sword mound in the secret realm a few months ago-"

As the law enforcement elder's voice paused, the disciple came up with a heavy sword.

The entire sword was placed on a tray, covered with ayara, revealing only a small hilt, and the gray-black gem stood out under the light of the auction table.

Even from a distance, some of the monks could feel the murderous aura coming from the sword's body, carrying the bitter cold of winter.

Zhu Yan's eyes shrank suddenly, and his body leaned forward unconsciously, his eyes following the sword.

"The Sword of Poor Wonder!"

As the name of the sword was called, the covered Ayara was also revealed, and the entire great sword appeared in everyone's sight.

Qi Qi was more lenient than ordinary long swords before, and before bringing them to auction, Shu Jue deliberately cleaned the entire sword, and the original bloodstained ancient sword finally revealed its original appearance.

The body of the sword is brown, about three feet long, and the body of the sword is carved with a strange image in the shape of a giant tiger, with wings growing on its back, and its fangs glistening in the light. The lines on the hilt of the sword are complex, and those who understand the formation can see at a glance that the lines are not low-level formations, with gray and black gems as the eyes, constantly exuding the murderous aura accumulated over the years.

A good sword indeed.

But why don't you have any demonic energy?

Zhu Yan's face changed drastically, and he looked at Pei Xingmo sharply, who smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't understand why she was like this.

Without waiting for her to send a voice to ask, the law enforcement elder above had already smiled and spoke: "This Poor Qi Sword is originally a magic sword, and ordinary monks can't use it, I know that everyone has doubts in their hearts, but since Qing Hongzong dared to put this sword out for auction today, it was naturally because it could ensure that everyone could use this sword normally - the demonic qi on the sword had been cleaned up by someone we had found someone, and so was the anger." ”

The sound of wood shattering came from under Zhu Yan's hand, the armrest of the chair was already shattered to slag, and she squinted her eyes and looked at the law enforcement elder's gaze with a cold gaze.

If the magic sword has no demonic energy, can it still be called a magic sword?

Qing Hongzong ...... Terran ......

Zhu Yan's eyes drooped slightly, and the killing intent was breeding.

Unlike her, the others would be suspicious when they heard what the Law Enforcement Elder said, and in order to dispel the concerns of this group of people, the Law Enforcement Elder also found a willing disciple to practice a set of introductory swordsmanship on the stage with the Qiqi Sword on the spot.

Seeing that the disciple's swordsmanship was safe and sound, everyone was overjoyed.

That's the Sword of Poverty! The sword used by Qiqi, one of the twelve demon generals! The grade is definitely not low!

And the next sentence of the law enforcement elder made them even more emotional: "This sword has given birth to a sword spirit, and after the contract, the sword spirit will recognize the lord with this sword." ”

As if in response to his words, the Poor Wonder Sword broke free from his grasp, spun around the auction table, and finally lay back in the tray.

There is no owner, but the sword spirit can be born and self-thinking, who has ever seen such a sword present? There are sword spirits in this world, and it is estimated that they can be counted on one hand.

There was silence for a while, and the entire auction hall was boiling.

Seeing that the time had come, the law enforcement elder directly quoted the starting price: "The Sword of Poor Qi, the auction of five thousand high-grade spirit stones will start!" Each price increase shall not be less than one hundred high-grade spirit stones! ”

The price was negotiated for a long time before it was finalized.

Originally, the law enforcement elder was worried that the starting price was set too high and no one would pay for it, but it turned out that he really thought too much.

Not to mention sword cultivation, even other professions also want to join in the fun, so they quote the price, and someone will follow immediately.

"Five thousand three hundred high-grade spirit stones!"

"Five thousand five!"

"I'll give six thousand!"

Law Enforcement Elder: "......" The hand holding the hammer trembled slightly. Qinghong Sect seems to be a big sect on the surface, but in fact, it is really not rich, and many spirit stones are taken out of the private treasury by the sect master.

Otherwise, they will not repair the roof, and the disciples will have to pay for the materials themselves.

But these people, they are really rich!

And those sword cultivators who shout poor every day, all of them are pretending to be poor?

He's going to fight with this group of stinky rich people!

"Master, this sword ......" The price became higher and higher, and Tan Lin, who was sitting next to Zhu Yan, looked entangled.

Before coming, the master explained that he must take a picture of the sword of Qiqi, but now that the sword has been purified, not to mention, the price of even a few breaths of kung fu has soared to nearly eight thousand high-grade spirit stones.

Is this to shoot or not to shoot?

Zhu Yan rubbed his eyebrows, forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, closed his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Shoot, shoot as much as you want." ”

Tan Lin understood, raised his card, and directly called out the price: "I will pay 10,000 from the Scarlet Moon Sect!"

Before the words fell, the hall was silent, and everyone looked at each other.

Didn't the price just now only reach 8,000, why did it mention 10,000 all of a sudden?

Which deflated calf is deliberately driving up the price?

Oh, Crimson Moon Sect, that's fine.

The casual cultivator with a little money just shut up.

Compared with the Scarlet Moon Sect, their small amount of money is a bit insufficient, and they still don't make up for the kind of excitement that will offend people.

The law enforcement elder grinned, his mind full of thinking about how to collect the money later, and the sound of bidding suddenly stopped.

The corners of his mouth suddenly couldn't laugh, and he looked around: "The Scarlet Moon Sect has 10,000, is there any higher?" ”

Stop and do what? Don't stop? Keep shooting! What a desperate person!

Fortunately, there are still many people who come in the end, and there are many big sects, and they are not afraid of offending the Scarlet Moon Sect for scattered cultivators.

lived up to the expectations of the law enforcement elders, and the atmosphere was stagnant for a while, and immediately became lively again.

"One in one!"

"Ten thousand twelve!"

"Fifteen thousand!" Tan Lin raised his card to suppress the two voices.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they even added another three thousand directly! Three thousand high-grade spirit stones!

Without hesitation, the two of them continued to follow the price, and the price went straight to 18,000, which was already the limit of most sects and scattered cultivators.

Tan Lin followed the voice and looked, but found that the bidding just now was for two relatively large sects, not as good as the Scarlet Moon Sect, but it was also quite famous in the immortal cultivation world, no wonder even if he raised the name of the Scarlet Moon Sect, they still dared to follow the bidding.

"Master" He glanced at Zhu Yan, but the other party closed his eyes and did not respond, so he gritted his teeth, and Tan Lin raised the sign again: "Twenty thousand!" ”

The law enforcement elder was really laughing so much that his eyes couldn't see it, and he struck down with a hammer: "Twenty thousand!" Is there anyone else offering a higher price? If not, this sword will belong to the Scarlet Moon Sect! ”

The two sects that followed the auction discussed for a while, but there was no movement.

"Twenty thousand times!"

"Twenty thousand twice!"

"Twenty-three times - deal! This Poor Strange Sword is owned by the Scarlet Moon Sect! Please send someone from your sect to stay with the sword, and there will be a disciple to collect the money later! ”

Tan Lin hurriedly stood up and stepped forward, and the Qinghong Sect disciple came down with a tray and handed it to him.

The first time he came into contact with a sword spirit with a sword spirit, Tan Lin was also a little nervous and excited in his heart, wiped the sweat in his palms on his shirt, and he reached out to take the sword.

Who knew that when I touched the hilt of the sword, the mutation was steep!

The Sword of Poor Wonder actually moved on its own! It was slapped in his face at a very fast speed!

(End of chapter)