Yu Xiao also looked at the small sword in the jade box, feeling amazed in his heart.

To put it bluntly, the sword pill is a semi-finished magical weapon. Of course, it is different from ordinary magical weapons.

Because after it is refined, it becomes a natal magic weapon.

Refining the natal magic weapon requires cultivation above the foundation building stage.

Those monks in the Qi Refining Stage are not even qualified to try, they are only envious.

Generally speaking, the natal magic weapon is not as good as the magic weapon in the initial stage, but the advantage of the natal magic weapon is that it can be enhanced through continuous training by monks.

Under such a long period of cultivation and sacrifice, the natal magic weapon is bound to surpass ordinary magic weapons.

However, this is not absolute. The power of magic weapons and natal magic weapons is stronger or weaker. Ultimately, it depends on their refining materials, the number of restrictions inside them, and the strength of the monks who control them.

This sword pill is the seed for refining the flying sword type natal magic weapon. It is very attractive to those monks who have not broken through the foundation building stage and have reached the ninth level of Qi refining.

As long as this sword pill is refined, the natal magic weapon can be refined without the need for a monk to break through the foundation building stage. In this way, the natal magic weapon can be cultivated as early as possible. When the foundation building stage is broken through, it will be a great help.

It's a pity that Yu Xiao has no chance to control this sword pill. Not to mention that his cultivation level is not enough to control this sword pill. Even if he can, the spiritual stone on his body does not allow it.

Among the people present, there were definitely many people who wanted to take advantage of this sword pill.

Tu Qianren looked at the fiery atmosphere of the venue and was very satisfied. He immediately gave the bidding price: "The starting price of this sword pill is 1,500 yuan for low-grade spiritual stones. Each increase in price must not be less than 100 yuan!"

Sure enough, as soon as Tu Qianren finished speaking, someone raised his hand and bid: "One thousand, six hundred spiritual stones!"

The other people who were interested in this treasure also made bids: "I will pay 1,700 yuan!"

"Eighteen hundred spiritual stones!"

…

"Three thousand spiritual stones!"

In just a moment, the sword pill was priced at a high price of three thousand spiritual stones, and many people shook their heads and gave up.

Three thousand spiritual stones were spent on three or four high-grade magic weapons. It was really not worth it to buy the embryo of a natal magic weapon.

Right now, there are only two people still fighting for the sword pill.

One of them was Cui Changdao, who had previously dismissed Jianwan. He was the one who joined the bidding halfway, but he screamed the most.

The contrast between before and after makes it difficult for people not to doubt whether he was a trustee invited by Black Eagle Hall.

I don't know who the other person was, but he was also from the private room on the second floor. After Cui Changdao shouted out the high price of 3,200 spiritual stones, that person also gave up.

In the end, Cui Changdao got the sword pill as he wished. As expected, no one can escape the true fragrance theorem.

The auction continued, and the prices of the few items brought out were only two to three hundred spiritual stones. There were not many people shouting, and most of them were casual cultivators on the first floor.

During this period, many people got up and left after taking pictures of something. Yu Xiao couldn't help but couldn't sit still. This kind of auction that came just for one thing was really boring.

He had no choice but to continue waiting for Qian Zhiye to appear.

After burning the incense, Tu Qianren happily described the next auction item on the stage, which was an inconspicuous talisman that looked wrinkled, as if it had been used.

"As you can see, this is a talisman, called the forbidden talisman. Even though it is ordinary, it has great power.

Its greatest function is to search for the weaknesses and formation eyes of the formation, and even directly break the restrictions. Even for some large formations with multiple formations, it has unexpected miraculous effects.

This talisman can be used three times. After three times, the spiritual power will be exhausted. The starting price is four hundred spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than ten dollars."

As soon as the words finished, a slightly hoarse voice spread throughout the audience: "Four hundred spiritual stones."

Hearing the sound, Yu Xiao suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar. Looking sideways, the man was wearing a long robe with his face covered, and all he could see was a pair of eyes as black as ink.

Isn't this one of the people who came with him?

However, that person's luck was not very good. Soon a gray-robed Confucian cultivator participated in the bidding, and the bid was not low: "Four hundred and eighty spiritual stones."

Seeing this, the masked monk paused for a moment, and then increased the price without hesitation: "Four hundred and ninety spiritual stones."

The gray-robed Confucian cultivator did not give up, and was determined to win. He shouted: "Five hundred and forty spiritual stones."

None of the monks present, whether they were in the private rooms on the first or second floor, seemed to be very interested in breaking the forbidden talisman. Only the two of them were fighting for it.

After a while, the price of the forbidden talisman had soared to 700 spiritual stones.

The masked monk remained calm as usual and just kept quoting prices, while the gray-robed monk was obviously a little angry.

This forbidden talisman is only worth about 550 spiritual stones on the market. Now, due to the competition between the two, it has reached 700 spiritual stones, far exceeding its own value.

If any of them don't give up, the price will go up again.

This is exactly what Black Eagle Hall wants to see. There is nothing more profitable than holding an auction.

For this reason, they sometimes invite some trustees. Of course, this kind of thing will not be seen in the light and will not be known to others. And just in case, they will at most just show off some of the final items.

Just the price.

The situation between the masked monk and the gray-robed Confucian monk was purely due to bad luck and had nothing to do with the Black Eagle Hall.

"Hmph, for a mere forbidden talisman, do you need to pursue me like this?" The gray-robed scholar shouted coldly, and then reported his price: "Seven hundred and fifty spiritual stones, compared to

The price is high, so just take it."

"Seven hundred and sixty spiritual stones!"

The masked monk's voice also fluctuated slightly this time. It seemed that no matter who it was, this was a very, very high price.

"You have the guts!" The gray-robed Confucian cultivator's face flushed, and he was furious. He glared at the other person, stood up, and left the auction venue.

The masked monk did not move, but still sat there, as calm as an old monk in meditation.

The bidding for the forbidden talisman ended, and Yu Xiao also withdrew his gaze. This matter seemed to be over, but in fact it was not over.

The gray-robed Confucian cultivator only lost in the open. As for what happened behind the scenes, everyone present knew it.

In short, it's none of your business and just hang on high.

"Everyone, please take a look at the next auction item."

At this time, Tu Qianren's voice drew everyone's attention back.

"The top-grade magic weapon, the Golden Cicada Lock, is made from a single piece of fine gold and iron pillars. It is completely indestructible. It has sixty-eight prohibitions inside. It can break mountains and block rivers, seducing souls. The starting price is five hundred and fifty spiritual stones.

Each price increase shall be no less than fifty yuan."

The magic weapons that can be taken out at auctions are naturally of much higher quality than the same magic weapons on the market. If they are acquired, they can also increase their combat effectiveness.

"Don't rob me, I'll give you six hundred spiritual stones!"

"You want to buy this high-grade magic weapon for six hundred spiritual stones. Just dream, seven hundred spiritual stones!"

Even the people in the private rooms on the second floor could no longer restrain their temper. A voice came from one of the rooms: "Eight hundred spiritual stones!"

As soon as the price was shouted out, the casual cultivators participating in the bidding on the first floor cursed in their hearts.

Their family wealth is naturally not as good as those sitting on the second floor. It will take a long time to come up with 800 spiritual stones at once.

Besides, eight hundred spiritual stones already exceeded the value of the Golden Chansuo itself. Raising the price would only increase some income for Black Eagle Hall.

Faced with this situation, most people will choose to give up. It is not worth wasting too many spiritual stones for a good high-grade magic weapon. It is better to save it and fight for other things.

In the end, no one increased the price without thinking, and Jin Chansuo was photographed by the monk in the private room on the second floor.

At this time, the auction was already halfway through, and Tu Qianren put the next lot on the table.

It was a palm-sized, emerald-like leaf, with pointed ends and a round and wide middle. The texture on the surface was as dense as a spider web, and the inside seemed to be filled with liquid, flowing densely. It was so beautiful.

The moment he saw the leaf, Yu Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up. This was the Qianzhi Ye he had been waiting for.
Chapter completed!