"Four hundred thousand mortal-level sword qi stones. ”

After hearing that Mu Wufeng had directly raised the auction price by 50,000 mortal-grade sword qi stones, the swordsmen who were competing with Mu Wufeng on the side all shook their heads slightly, obviously this sudden increase in price caught them off guard, and it was difficult for them to follow up.

After seeing that no one continued to follow the price, the old man of the auction house slowly picked up the auction hammer placed on the mahogany table, and then knocked it twice hard, and said to the people who were at the auction: "If there is no sword person to continue to follow the price, then this Qingding will belong to this silver-haired young man at the price of 400,000 mortal-level sword qi stones." ”

"Boom!"

The old man struck the third hammer, and then said, "Okay, then this cyan bronze tripod is officially owned by this silver-haired young man." ”

Then, a well-built auction house maid, carefully holding the Qingding, walked slowly towards Mu Wufeng, and when she arrived in front of Mu Wufeng, she showed a polite smile and said gently: "Childe, please accept the items you got from the auction." ”

Mu Wufeng was overwhelmed by this sudden gentle voice, so he had to wipe his nose with his hand stupidly, and then took the Qingding held by the maid.

This Qingding, which exuded a trace of soul power, was held in Mu Wufeng's hand, and a trace of warm soul power slowly seeped into his heart, warming his soul power, making him feel a burst of pleasure.

When he felt the benefits that this cyan bronze tripod brought to his soul power, Mu Wufeng also secretly praised it in his heart, it seemed that this 400,000 mortal-level sword qi stone was worth the price without white flowers.

After getting the items he wanted, Mu Wufeng put away the Qingding he had just obtained from the auction, and after reading the last item to be auctioned, he left the auction house and returned to the inn.

The last item to be auctioned turned out to be a second-grade elixir, so it's no wonder that the auction will take this item as the last thing to be auctioned.

The pill is a medicine that can only be refined by an alchemist who cultivates alchemy, and although these two grades of pill are not precious, they are also rare in ordinary times.

Because in the current Sword Qi Continent, alchemists are extremely rare, and only some traditional alchemy sects will set up special courses for alchemists, otherwise it will be difficult to master the essence of refining pills by self-study alone, and it will not be possible to successfully refine an intact pill.

Therefore, after the old man of the auction house opened the box containing the elixir and let the fragrance of the elixir inside be revealed, everyone in the auction hall showed a look of longing.

A swordsman with a lower level may not be able to take a first-grade pill for the rest of his life, but now this is a second-grade pill, which is enough for the swordsman at the auction to fight for his head and blood.

After seeing the expectant expressions on the faces of everyone at the auction, the old man also stroked his beard with a smile and introduced to everyone: "This second-grade pill in my hand is called the Rain Pill, this is a second-grade intermediate pill that is refined separately from a Rain Pill, if the swordsman below the Sword Emperor is seriously injured and takes this pill, the wounds on his body can disappear within three days, and his body is intact." ”

After hearing the old man introduce that this was the effect of a second-grade intermediate elixir, everyone in the auction house, who was already unable to hold back, made up their minds to auction off this rain pill even if it cost a lot of money.

It turned out that between this elixir, there were four levels: lower, middle, upper, and peak, and in this small grade, the highest-grade pill was the peak-level pill, but the alchemists who could refine the peak-level pill were as rare as a rarity.

Generally speaking, being able to refine a second-grade intermediate pill can already be regarded as a relatively good second-grade alchemist, so this second-grade intermediate pill will make these people who want to buy it become extremely fanatical.

The old man spoke again: "Okay, this second-grade intermediate rain pill, the starting price is 400,000 mortal-grade sword qi stones, there is no upper limit to the price, and the one with the highest price will get it, and the sword person who has thoughts about this pill can bid now." ”

The effect of this rain pill is indeed very magical for Mu Wufeng, who is now strong, but since he had already spent 400,000 mortal-level sword qi stones before, in addition to the 100,000 mortal-level sword qi stones left for Ding Zitong and his party, he now has less than 500,000 mortal-level sword qi stones left on his body.

The amount of mortal-grade sword qi stones left Mu Wufeng without enough capital to bid on this elixir with these fanatical competitors, so he gave up the idea of bidding.

As Mu Wufeng expected, after only half an hour, the price of this second-grade mid-stage rain flower jumped from the starting price of 400,000 mortal-level sword qi stones to 630,000 mortal-level sword qi stones.

But the price of this second-grade mid-term rain pill does not seem to have risen to the end, and there is a trend of continuing to increase the price.

"Sixty-five hundred and fifty thousand mortal-level sword qi stones. A haughty male swordsman said indifferently.

In fact, this mid-stage second-grade pill can be fried to the current price, and it has reached the peak of its value, if it continues to increase the price, it will be a little more than its value, so after this arrogant swordsman added another 20,000 sword qi stones, no one continued to follow the price.

And Mu Wufeng looked at this arrogant swordsman, remembering that he was the object of his focus after going out to collect information for a while, this swordsman was named Nie Zihao, and he was the young sect master of the Tiangu Sect second only to the Holy Sword Sect in the Holy Sword Continent, and his strength had also reached the middle stage of the fourth grade.

Nie Zihao was able to reach such a sword qi cultivation realm, thanks to the Heavenly Materials and Earth Treasures in the Heavenly Dog Sect and the fact that he was now twenty-two years old, that is to say, it took Nie Zihao three more years than Mu Wufeng to reach a level comparable to Mu Wufeng's current strength.

And the origin of the name of this Tengu sect is because the sword beast worshipped by the people of this sect is the Tengu clan that can swallow the moon, so the name is taken as the Tengu sect.

And this Tengu clan is another prominent sword beast race after the four great divine beast races, this race is also a sword beast race that has been handed down from ancient times, and it has also experienced the ancient war, and the heritage of this race is also not to be underestimated.

"If no one continues to follow the price, then this second-grade mid-stage rain pill will belong to this swordsman. The old man at the auction house reminded.

But the swordsmen below all shook their heads, no longer ready to follow up, it seems that this Nie Zihao has been prepared for this rain pill for a long time, and today he is determined to take this rain pill into his pocket, so he opened a high price of 650,000 yuan to buy this rain pill.

The old man saw that everyone below had no desire to bid, and slowly picked up the auction hammer, preparing to ring the third auction hammer.

"Wait a minute, I still have something to say!" said a thin teenager who squeezed out of the crowd with a weak and anxious look on his face.

Seeing this thin young man, Mu Wufeng frowned, because when he went to collect information just now, he didn't collect any information about this young man who suddenly broke out, if he came to compete for the rain flower, then Mu Wufeng should have collected even a trace of information, but he didn't.

"Could it be that this young man is a genius boy from the Hidden World Sect who has come out to practice?" Mu Wufeng wondered in his heart, because he couldn't feel the fluctuation of the sword qi on this young man's body at all, which made Mu Wufeng's doubts even stronger, and he was eager to find out the identity of this young man.

But the young man's next words caught Mu Wufeng a little off guard.

The young man showed a pleading look, and said to the old man in the auction house: "Old uncle, my name is Ah Kun, my mother has had a strange disease for five years, and it has not worked after taking many medicinal herbs, and now her life is in danger, can you give me this rain pill, if you agree, I will definitely treat you as a cow and a horse, and I will not give up." ”

But the old man didn't have a trace of pity, and said angrily: "This second-grade mid-stage rain pill is already in the swordsman's bag, if he is willing to give you this pill, then the old man has no opinion." ”

Then the old man pointed to Nie Zihao, who had just bid for 650,000 mortal-level sword qi stones, and was ready to push the role of this bad guy to Nie Zihao.

And Nie Zihao also knew the thoughts of the old man in the auction house, and then stared at the old man fiercely, and said to Ah Kun who came to him and pleaded with a fierce face: "Humble slut, don't you even understand the qualifications to beg me, today is Ben Shao's good mood, so I will let you come here, don't get out of here, otherwise your life will be lost." ”

Ah Kun ignored Nie Zihao's warning words, many crystal teardrops flowed from his eyes, and the begging voice became more intense, and then Ah Kun knelt heavily in front of Nie Zihao, kowtowing vigorously, expecting Nie Zihao's softness.

But instead of relenting, Nie Zihao pulled out the sword he pinned to his waist, injected a trace of extremely sharp sword qi in his body into this sword, and stabbed at the weak young man in front of him.

In this young man's body, there is no trace of sword qi fluctuations, he should be just a mortal, if he is attacked by this sword containing a trace of sword qi, then even if he will not die, he will be seriously injured on the spot, and it is impossible to continue to stand up for the rest of his life.

In the auction house, some people were watching the excitement, others were covering their eyes, not daring to continue looking, and others were actually shouting for Nie Zihao to kill this humble beggar boy.

The warmth and coldness of people are vividly reflected in the auction house at this time...