Chapter 300: The Sword Monk

"Hmph! This seat is not as good as you, there are a lot of disciples and grandchildren, this seat is shy and tight, fifteen million, if you increase the price of something, you will take it. "Although the Qingjian Monk is reluctant, he is also measured.

And the monk who had raised the price with Qing Jian before also stopped at this time, he didn't want to grudge with a guy with terrifying strength because of a flying sword that he couldn't use at all.

You must know that although Qingjian is not as good as his disciples and grandchildren, Qingjian, as a lone ranger, does not have so much concern for him, and grudges with Qingjian are definitely not a good choice for him, the master of the great family.

If he really annoys this guy, he won't make any sense with you, who can stop him if he wants to kill someone?

Even if you can stop it, the aftermath of the battle alone can kill a bunch of your disciples and grandchildren, and it is really not a wise choice to be an enemy of such a strong and unconcerned strongman.

What's more, the cultivation has already reached their level, and it is really not a wise choice to settle grudges.

Any one battle will cost them a lot of money to each other.

The powerhouses of the Yuan Shen Realm were already scarce, and there were only so many Yuan Shen Realm cultivators in the Dongzhou cultivation realm, and they were not completely without enemies.

Internal friction with each other will only cheapen the group of demon clans in the eastern sea, as the top combat power of the human race, they are also extremely restrained with each other, if it is not a last resort, they will definitely not do it themselves.

Even if there is something between them, they will let the people below fight.

Of course, a lone ranger-type Yuan Shen Realm powerhouse like Qing Jian is naturally even more different.

At critical moments, they will stand up and fight for the Terrans, they are all nominal in the Eastern Alliance, although they will not manage actual affairs, but when fighting the demon clans in the eastern sea, they will spare no effort.

Their strength is strong, adding to the cutting-edge combat power of the human race.

There is also a powerful demon king on the demon clan's side, and the price of fifteen million allows Qing Jian to take down the quaint sword.

The price of the two of them stunned the monks in the auction hall, whether it was a Huadan Realm monk or a Purple Mansion Realm monk.

is already a little numb to the bidding of the two, and it is not on a grade at all.

The price of one million and one million without blinking in people's eyes is raised, but even if it is a million spirit stones, I am afraid that they will not be able to accumulate wealth in their lifetime.

However, there is no need for any doubts about their cultivation, they are definitely powerhouses of the Yuan God Realm!

Only when they reach this realm will they be so unconcerned about the high-grade spirit stones in their eyes.

Tens of millions of high-grade spirit stones, which made the duckweed mountain master in the box swallow his saliva involuntarily.

Fifteen million high-grade spirit stones, which he can't even take out by smashing pots and selling iron.

However, the two masters who had just quoted were still so calm, as if they were only fifteen hundred spirit stones.

After the price of the Qing sword was determined, he took the sword on the spot.

However, this sword is spiritual, and when Qing Jian reached out to take in the flying sword, the body of the flying sword trembled, and then let out a crisp sword sound.

"The sword is unsheathed!" everyone said silently in their hearts, this sword was about three feet four inches long, and the splendor of the so-called sword that he did not have, he was like a dusty old wine.

Simple and unpretentious, but with a power that no one can ignore, the sky-high sword intent was restrained in the scabbard, but at this moment, the sword was unsheathed, and everyone felt an incomparable sword intent.

People who did not cultivate enough were even created by the sword intent, and Ling Feiyang also felt the existence of this sword intent.

However, the reason why this sword was unsheathed was only to compete with the clear sword monk.

The Qing Sword Cultivator was powerful, and he reached out to take in the flying sword and wanted to hit his brand on the sword, but the flying sword of unknown origin naturally refused.

As a sword cultivator's sword, he condensed the sword intent of that sword cultivator, sword cultivation has always been known for its strong combat effectiveness, and sword cultivation is the most undesirable existence among many cultivators.

The terrifying combat power makes people tremble, the sword cultivation sect that existed in ancient times was only two or three hundred people in the whole sect, but the power they exerted made some major sects with thirty or fifty thousand disciples incomparable.

The entire sect is like a humanoid killing machine, and the sword cultivation is unmatched!

Although the sword master is no longer there, the sword lying on the auction table now still inherits the sword intent of the sword master, his way.

Qing Sword Monk, from his name can also see some doorways, but this person is proficient in the way of the sword, otherwise he would not have spent so much effort to buy this flying sword.

However, the fierce resistance of this flying sword was beyond his expectations, and he had already felt a rather strong sword intent from the sword.

However, because of the scabbard, he did not really feel the power contained in this sword.

The strong sword intent suppressed everyone and couldn't raise their heads, and a figure suddenly jumped out of the second box, and he felt like a sword.

"Here comes the sword!" Qingjian snorted softly, and his hands were about to grasp the hilt of the sword.

But how could this extremely spiritual flying sword be honestly let him grab it.

"Boom!"

The plane was completely unsheathed, and the sword intent that had been suppressed by the scabbard was released, and immediately many monks in the clubhouse were injured and vomited blood.

This sword directly injured the soul of a person, and the strong sword intent made it impossible for a weak cultivator to resist at all.

"Look!" A powerful momentum suddenly erupted from the Clear Sword Monk's body, and the cold sword intent shocked people's hearts, but it did not cause any harm to people.

On the contrary, it was because of the coercion he unleashed that alleviated the damage caused by the sword.

"Be quiet. "The Sword Monk's hand was on the hilt of the sword after all.

The flying sword is just a flying sword, no matter how brilliant he used to be and how many strong people he has killed, but now he has no ability to resist when facing the Qingjian monk.

The already powerful flying sword, after losing the sword master, fighting on his own strength, he can't compete with a monk after all, not to mention that the Qing Sword monk is also a strong sword man.

The flying sword was suppressed by the Clear Sword Cultivator, who took the scabbard from the auction table and dropped a Qiankun bag, "Here are fifteen million high-grade spirit stones. ”

After that, people disappeared without a trace like a gust of wind.

Fifteen million high-grade spirit stones were thrown on the auction table, which is a wealth that makes many people blush.

However, despite the red eyes, no one dared to cross the chasm to snatch the bag of spirit stones.

Unless you really don't want to live anymore, you won't be stupid enough to snatch the spirit stone.