Chapter 0243: Sword Spirit Secret Archive
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"200,000 spirit stones, give them to me!! No, I can exchange things for them!"
"Poor acid piping, two hundred and thirty thousand!"
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A fierce bidding sound came, sometimes one quotation just ended, and another quotation sounded, this [Xuan Silkworm Heavenly Parasol Method] is after all the thing of the Great Monk of the Transformation Period.
The auction was extremely fierce at the beginning, most of the people who participated in the auction were monks in the late stage of qi induction, Chen Yuan looked at the [Xuan Silkworm Sky Parasol Method] above, but he was not moved, he couldn't digest the methods he cultivated, including the Mo Lao Nameless Exercises, but at the moment he was seeking a stable word, and the foundation was very solid.
This [Silkworm Heavenly Parasol Method] is, after all, a relic of the Transfiguration Monk.
The auction has been heating up continuously, and the enthusiasm of the monks has exceeded Chen Yuan's expectations, and a recent auction sound has pushed the price of the [Xuan Silkworm Heavenly Parasol Method] down to the height of 500,000 spirit stones, and after this price, the monks also began to fall silent.
500,000 spirit stones is not a small amount, and ordinary Qi Induction Period monks really don't have so much wealth, Chen Yuan couldn't help but look over, only to see that the bidder was a black-clothed monk wearing a black mask, at this time, the middle-aged monk released his breath, and suddenly thought that he was a master in the middle stage of Qi Induction.
Feeling the powerful aura released by this person, some of the other people who wanted to make up their minds began to retreat, joking that the mid-stage monk could not be provoked casually.
After asking aloud a few times, the price of the jade slip was fixed at 500,000 spirit stones, and it was finally auctioned by the middle-aged monk.
I saw that the mysterious middle-aged monk took a picture of this jade slip and stood up directly and left his seat and went to the back, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Chen Yuan's powerful divine consciousness power of 'mimic god recreation' swept away.
Seeing that after the man left, two more people in the hall quietly left, but this situation did not attract too many people's attention, and everyone's attention was already attracted by the tray in the hand of the young woman who came up newly.
Chen Yuan also looked over, it was also a tray covered with a red cloth, and in everyone's impatient waiting, Cheng Zheng coughed dryly, looking a little weird.
"Elder Cheng Zheng, what kind of exercises are you auctioning this time, you should start quickly!!" a Qi Induction Stage monk looked a little impatient.
"Yes, are you trying to whet our appetite?" a rough-faced monk not far away became impatient. "If it's better than the one just now, Lao Tzu will smash the pot and sell it for money!"
Cheng Zhengjian had already whistled everyone's appetite, and then slowly spoke: "The next exercise can be said to be a priceless treasure."
"What kind of exercise can be called a priceless treasure, Elder Cheng Zheng, you shouldn't be joking" As soon as he heard that the exercise was a priceless treasure, some monks began to look forward to it, Chen Yuan's eyes couldn't help but light up, and the eyes of the people next to him also flashed with interest, and there was also a commotion in the auction hall.
At this moment, Shang Cheng continued: "From a certain point of view, this exercise can be said to be worthless......
Cheng Zheng's words made the monks below inexplicable for a while, and Chen Yuan was also stunned for a moment, it was a priceless treasure, and it was worthless, it was really a strange exercise.
After Cheng Zheng said this, there were bursts of questioning voices from below, but Cheng Zheng interrupted everyone's words with a wave of his hand, and then said very solemnly: "I don't know if you have heard of the sword spirit?" Cheng Zheng's eyes swept below, and the monks instantly fell silent.
"Sword Spirit!" Chen Yuan frowned, remembering that he had read a little record of the sword spirit in an ancient book, which was a kind of monk, and it could be said that the sword was on the wrong side.
What is condensed in the dantian is not a thing that can only be condensed by spiritual energy during the nucleus period, but a sword spirit, and the strength is not spiritual power, but the essence of the sword, which is a kind of pure power monk, a kind of body cultivation that can be said, and it is recorded in ancient books that the sword spirit has extremely terrifying power, and there are almost no opponents for monks of the same level, but in the end, I don't know why this kind of monk disappeared.
"Could it be the Sword Clan that stood alongside the Zixiao Clan in ancient times! Suddenly, a Qi Induction Period monk looked at Cheng Zheng with a solemn expression and said.
"That's right, the Sword Spirit is also known as the Sword Clan, a group of lonely cultivators with terrifying strength, and the next auction is a small half of the Sword Spirit Book obtained from a monument," Cheng Zheng said seriously.
"The small half of the exercises, the small half of the exercises...... Elder Cheng Zheng, you shouldn't be joking, what's the use of this small half of the exercises" After hearing about the Sword Clan, many Qi Induction Stage cultivators understood it a little, but at this time, after hearing that there was only half of the exercises, they were suddenly a little disappointed.
"Yes, there is only a small half of the exercises, how do you still ask people to cultivate?" A Qi Induction Stage cultivator shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face, as if he had lost interest in an instant.
In the auction hall below, many monks who had just begun to prepare to participate in the auction also lost interest, and they were also a little helpless when they saw the monks on the equation.
It has been hundreds of years since Guanlan Zhifang obtained this half of the Sword Spirit Sword Codex, but after several generations of research, there is still no result, so it will be put up for auction.
"Strictly speaking, this is not a cultivation exercise, but a record of the various secret techniques practiced by the sword spirit, and there is no systematic cultivation of the sword spirit.
"Hehe, Elder Cheng Zheng, you are taking everyone as the wronged leader, right, this thing is really a chicken rib, if you want to understand the secret of the sword spirit from it, I'm afraid it's not so easy......! It's also for nothing. A black-faced old man sitting in the front row said with a smile, looking at Cheng Zheng with slightly squinted eyes.
I saw that Cheng Zheng's face remained unchanged, but he said seriously: "There are several powerful sword formations recorded on it, which are definitely very valuable" Cheng Zheng looked at the old man who spoke and said.
"Sword Array!" Chen Yuan's expression moved, and a trace of imperceptible intent flashed in his eyes, he had the "Taiqing Five Elements Array Prohibition" obtained by Lu Youzhen in his hand, as well as the kind of ghost rune array given by Kuang Feiyan, the sword formation on this fairy spirit sword book is also a formation, will it be the same, it will help the formation cultivation.
At this time, Chen Yuan had already decided that if this Sword Spirit Secret Book was not very expensive, he could take pictures and study it.
Seeing that the time dragged on for too long, it became more and more bad, and the small hammer with his right hand on the face was lightly tapped.
"This supreme sword formation codex, the reserve price is 10,000 spirit stones, and the auction will start below" Cheng Zheng didn't say much about it, and hastily announced the start, but after the start, no one bid, and the venue fell into an embarrassment in an instant.
"I'll give you ten thousand and one spirit stones!" Chen Yuan slowly raised his right hand and quoted a price as if he was joking, and many monks turned their gazes.