"After the owner of the ghost knife, the ghost king, disappeared, the ghost knife was left in the world, and this was brought back from the ghost city by the prince of the treasure pavilion. ”

"The specific information has been revealed on my side, the following is the auction of the ghost knife, its low price is five thousand low-grade spirit stones, and each increase shall not be less than one thousand low-grade spirit stones, and the ghost knife auction begins. ”

"Six thousand low-rank spirit stones!"

"Seven thousand low-rank spirit stones!"

"Eight thousand low-rank spirit stones!"

The price of the ghost knife was lifted up, and the face that never left became more and more ugly, and the dragon aura on his body couldn't help but burst out.

If it weren't for the fact that Di Ling was here to suppress his breath, the auction site of the Treasure Pavilion would definitely be chaotic, after all, Jiaolong was full of good things inside and out.

The aura was only revealed for a moment, and Duanmu Jin in the same room didn't notice it, let alone those monks outside.

Although Duanmu Jin didn't feel the breath of the dragon, he could see the indescribable expression of Bu Bu's face, and he carefully glanced at Di Ling.

Di Ling didn't bother to dwell on what was out of control just now, anyway, she didn't bother to find the reason.

Seeing that Bu Buli had been staring at the strange-shaped ghost knife silently, Duanmu Jin and Di Ling thought that he wanted it very much, and Di Ling said, "Want it?"

Bu Bu nodded like a ghost, didn't explain anything, only said that he wanted it, didn't say a word, and Di Ling was not stingy, so he would naturally help take a picture.

The ghost knife has now been auctioned for a high price of 30,000 low-rank spirit stones, which is a sky-high price for ordinary monks.

However, for Emperor Tingfeng, it was not a pity to lose 30,000 low-level spirit stones, and Di Ling naturally would not worry about wasting spirit stones for his master.

"100,000 low-level spirit stones!" Di Ling's indifferent tone directly bombed the scene without making a sound, and it suddenly rose to 70,000 low-level spirit stones, and it was really stupid and had a lot of money.

The cultivators took a look, isn't this the same room where they bought flowers and grass just now? Who was in it? He actually had so many spirit stones on his body at one time.

Not only were the monks in the hall curious, but even the other monks who were also in the VIP room were curious about Duanmu Jin's identity, after all, there were very few monks who took out 100,000 low-level spirit stones at once.

Di Ling didn't blame himself at all for his high profile that attracted everyone's attention, but instead glanced at all the guests in the Treasure Pavilion auction with cold eyes.

Duanmu Jin has no opinion on buying magic weapons for Bu Bu, anyway, they have a lot of spirit stones, so if they waste a little, they will waste a little.

However, the main step is not calm, and the 100,000 low-level spirit stones are converted into thousands of middle-level spirit stones, and those that can be exchanged for 100 high-level spirit stones.

Bu Bu Li's interest in the ghost knife was not very serious, but it only caught his attention because of the traction, and if the price was too high, he would definitely give up.

There were many guests with spirit stones on the scene, but there were even fewer monks who carried a hundred high-grade spirit stones at any time, and they could only watch as Di Ling blocked them with a word.

The spirit fairy was also dumb for a long time before he reacted, and sighed secretly in his heart, he was really stupid and had a lot of money, and he lost seven thousand low-level spirit stones in one sentence, and he didn't dare to play like this in the rich lord.

Di Ling couldn't hear the voices of those monks at all, in her eyes, that ghost knife was worth the price, let alone Bu Bu Li.

If someone dares to compete with her, Di Ling doesn't mind letting the other party shut up for a month and can't spit out.

"100,000 low-rank spirit stones once! 100,000 low-rank spirit stones twice, 100,000 low-rank spirit stones three times! ”

The spirit fairy is not a fool, he didn't ask halfway if there was anyone who had increased the price, and it was really impossible to buy a broken knife for 100,000 low-grade spirit stones.

There are many sword cultivations in the world, but there are very few sword cultivations, because the sword is not as beautiful as the sword, and the level of the magic weapon is still much worse.

With a nonchalant face, Di Ling threw out a storage bag containing 100,000 low-grade spirit stones to the waiter, and beckoned to take the ghost knife, and threw it into his hand in a second.

After Bu Buli got the ghost knife in his hand, he was dumb for a long time before he said, "This is my father's former knife." ”

His father's name is Ghost Ji, although he doesn't understand why the spirit fairy said that it is the knife of the ghost king, but it is certain that because his father's name has a ghost character in it, he is called the king of the ghost king.

Especially when he was a child, he remembered that there was a time when his father was not in the deep sea, and that memory was so clear that people who couldn't leave couldn't forget it.

Di Ling was stunned, his eyes blinked, and he didn't say anything, but Duanmu Jin looked at Bu Bu with an apologetic face, and when he saw his appearance, he thought something was wrong with his father.

Bu Bu is probably thinking about things, and he has no other expression for a long time, and after saying the origin of the ghost knife, he pursed his mouth and stared at the ghost knife silently.

Duanmu Jin thought about it, and finally reached out and patted the shoulder that never left, and said, "Mourning!"

"......" Bu Bu glared and asked, "What?" Let him mourn!

"I'm sorry about your father. Duanmu Jin comfortingly patted the shoulder that never left, and the other words were in his eyes.

"What's wrong with my father?" Bu Bu was confused, he was sure that Duanmu Jin didn't know his father, but he didn't know if Emperor Tingfeng had told her.

Duanmu Jin looked at Bu Bu with a little doubt, frowned, and said, "Your father is not ...... Isn't it dead?"

"......" Bu couldn't leave his breath and almost suffocated to death, and it took a long time before he asked, "Who said my father died?"

His father didn't know how well he lived, how could he die so easily, not to mention that the special father-son connection of their Jiaolong clan was still there, he was sure that his father was good.

"Didn't you say that the ghost knife belonged to your father?" Duanmu Jin was also confused, didn't the expression that he couldn't leave just now look like mourning his father?

"The knife is his, yes. Bu Buli was a little depressed when he talked about this, and snorted: "The ghost knows when he came to Kyushu to become the ghost king, and he dared to lie to me." ”

"What do you mean?" Duanmu Jin was confused by the words that Bu Bu did not leave.

Listening to the meaning of inseparable, his father is on the outlying island, but the ghost knife he uses is in Kyushu, so what is the difference between the two?

"My father must have been to Kyushu at some point. Bu Buli affirmed: "My father's name is Ghost Ji, so those who don't know call him Ghost King." ”

Bu is inseparable from his father, who must be disguised as a low-level monk in Kyushu to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, otherwise the name of the ghost king would be so easy to start.

"Okay! Your father is fine. Duanmu Jin touched his nose embarrassedly, why did he suddenly feel that this child didn't want his father's name to appear in Kyushu.