"The base price is two hundred gold coins each, and the price increases by ten gold coins each time." The middle-aged man on the stage finally had a chance to speak.

It’s actually not expensive!

Zi Shiran made up his mind and immediately bid, "Two hundred and forty gold coins."

Qin Long didn't wait for the appraiser to ask if anyone would continue to bid, and then said: "Three hundred and twenty each."

Zi Shiran frowned. Qin Long's bid was already close to the unit price of a third-order long knife on the market. If he raised the price even if he sold it, he would still lose money.

Knowing that Qin Long specifically stuck this amount to disgust himself, although Zi Shiran was dissatisfied, he could only suppress it. There was no other way, this was the price of showing off.

"Three hundred and forty each."

Qin Long glanced at Zi Shiran provocatively, "Four hundred and twenty each."

"I..."

Zi Shiran was angry. This guy who pushed for the next step was so shameless! Each weapon cost four hundred and twenty, which was already a lot more than the market price of a third-level weapon.

He only brought more than 50,000 gold coins with him in Yucheng this time. If he bought these long knives, he would have to pay more than 10,000 gold coins even if he sold them immediately!

The situation was compelling. Zi Shiran snorted angrily and glared at Qin Long: "Four hundred and forty each! How about it? Are you satisfied?"

Qin Long looked at Zi Shiran quietly and stopped talking.

"Four hundred and forty each, once."

"Four hundred and forty each, twice."

It wasn't until the middle-aged appraiser on the auction stage started singing three songs that Qin Long suddenly said.

"Tsk, tsk, Brother Zi is so generous. Forty-four thousand gold coins is not a small amount of money. If you spend so much money to buy a hundred third-level weapons, will your ancestors of the Ziyue family be angry when they find out?"

Qin Long mocked: "Do you think you will definitely be able to get these weapons? Ignorant Xinhen people, today I will let you experience what it feels like to have something you don't want."

Zi Shiran had a bad premonition in his heart and asked warily: "What are you going to do?"

He is really a little afraid of Qin Long. He is obviously a Wenhuo monk, but he doesn't save any face for himself. If he offends himself so much, isn't he afraid that he will take revenge when he leaves?

Qin Long is really not afraid. He is invincible in his realm, but he has a back-up. Didn't he look at where Shuangyue was going, and was he really crushing Zi Shiran?

Qin Long bid again, "One thousand gold coins for each handful."

"What?"

Zi Shiran was shocked. One thousand for each hand, one hundred for one hundred thousand gold coins. Have you ever seen so much money?

There was a sound of gasping all around. One hundred thousand gold coins, based on the original price, can buy five hundred of these long knives. Such a lot of money is not something ordinary cultivators can come up with. It seems that this strange young man should be from a certain family.

's children.

If it were placed in a general auction house, it would be fine even if the price of each hand was 100,000. Just to argue for words, this kind of thing happens too often. At worst, the family members would be asked to put in a good word with the auction house and then lose some money.

This matter has passed.

Moreover, the auction house is also very happy to see the results. They are eager to see more similar situations. The money lost by the clan elders can be more than what they can earn from holding auctions.

But that is a humane auction house that always negotiates everything. The Li family is different. No matter who they are, they have to spit and nail each other here. So far, no one has dared to rely on the Li family's account.

I don’t know where this stupid guy came from. One hundred thousand gold coins is not a small amount for an ordinary family. Even though those families all say they have a millionaire, in fact, the gold coins they can use are only a few hundred thousand.

, this stupid boy’s words today are really useless.

Do you have to go bankrupt just to compete with Zi Shiran? Everyone shook their heads secretly, glad in their hearts that Qin Long was not a descendant of their own family.

"You said there are one thousand for each handful. That's one hundred thousand gold coins. Can you get it?"

When it comes to saying that Qin Long has one hundred thousand gold coins, Zi Shiran is the first one not to believe it.

Look at his state, and look at his clothes. He doesn't even have a decent spiritual weapon on his body. Does he look like a rich man?

Qin Long: "Can I take it out and it's none of your business?"

No one could bear to be bluffed on the forehead by a bully who was two levels below him. Zi Shiran laughed angrily: "Come and get it, I'm going to see where you got the 100,000 gold coins from today."

, Hum hum, if you can't get it out, I don't mind giving you a lesson before I take action."

Shuangyue glanced at him with cold eyes and suddenly said: "You are not worthy."

Zi Shiran: "???"

No, did I offend you?

I'm on your side, can't you hear that?

Unable to offend Shuang Yue, Zi Shiran aimed his attack at Qin Long again, "Boy, I heard that no one can take advantage of the Li family. If you can't come up with one hundred thousand gold coins today, even if I don't take action,

, the people here will also destroy you!"

Qin Long can really get it. He is not short of money now. He killed many monks in the black market and searched countless space bags. He has been too busy recently to count them, but he still has hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

These weapons were originally refined by him, and the money will eventually return to his hands. He is still the nominal weapon refiner of the family, and he doesn't even charge much in handling fees. What's the point of buying them with money?

Tossing Zi Shiran is the right way.

In Qin Long's memory, there is no good family in the Xinhen Empire. Although these memories are not his own and there is not much hatred, the things done by the Xinhen Empire are indeed a bit disgusting. It reminds him of some barbarians in the previous life.

The favorability of the Xinhen Empire directly turned into a negative number.

Just when Qin Long was in a dilemma about how to deal with the "Shadow", Zi Shiran bumped into him. If he didn't cheat him, Qin Long would have felt sorry for his status as a subject of the Zhulan Empire, and a plan was instantly formed in his mind.

Qin Long said openly: "You want gold coins, I don't have them, but I have something more valuable than gold coins!"

Zi Shiran was slightly startled. He could tell that the proud expression in Qin Long's mouth was not fake. In the auctions in the world of cultivation, gold coins are not the only way to trade, and there are also cases of bartering.

It's just that it's difficult to set a price by bartering. This method requires both parties to the transaction to be satisfied with each other's things, so it is generally not used easily.

In my heart, I was also very curious about the more valuable thing Qin Long said, "What is it?"

In Zi Shiran's impression, cultivators at this level should only have spiritual weapons worth one hundred thousand gold coins, but there was no fluctuation in this kid's spiritual weapons at all.

"Hmph, who can't tell lies? How can you, a piece of garbage in the Wenhuo Realm, come up with a spiritual weapon worth a hundred thousand?"

Qin Long said: "Although I don't have the spiritual weapon, I have two pieces of news."

"information?"

Zi Shiran laughed and looked at Qin Long with eyes full of disdain. The forest is so big that there are all kinds of stupid birds, and they don't even look at what state he is in. What's the use of his news?

Things like news are indeed valuable sometimes, but this value is graded.

Zi Shiran is a golden elixir monk, and he is also a member of the famous Ziyue family in the Xinhen Empire. With this dual blessing of identity and strength, Zi Shiran can obtain much more information than ordinary golden elixir monks.

, let alone Qin Long.

Let’s look at Qin Long’s identity, a Wenhuo monk in a small border town.

Zi Shiran knows very well what the Wenhuo realm represents. Most of the monks who can successfully build the foundation will have no problem achieving Wenhuo as long as they do not die in the battle. Therefore, these two types of monks are the most cultivators.

At his age, Qin Long can achieve Wenhuo. He is indeed more talented than others, but his strength is very limited. A true genius at his age, even if he has not achieved Wuhuo, is still on the edge. In comparison, Qin Long is nothing.

Zi Shiran just looked down on him openly, because Qin Long was not qualified to give out information worth 100,000 gold coins!

However, what he didn't expect was that the first piece of news Xia Qinlong gave would shatter his outlook on life.

"Brother Zi, although I don't have much money, I can afford these weapons even if I pay 10,000 each, because... I made all these long knives."

"At the same time, I am still the weapon refiner of my family. I can enjoy a considerable discount when selling my own weapons. Even if it is one million, I only need to pay 1% of the handling fee. For ten thousand gold coins, I want to be here

Everyone can get it." Junqu Pavilion

Zi Shiran's face turned red and turned into the color of pig liver. He turned to look at Shuang Yue hoping to see a angry face. However, there was no wave on that cold and handsome face. This can only prove one thing, Qin Long's words are true.

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Zi Shiran suddenly realized that he had overlooked something. What did Qin Long say just now? These weapons were all made by him?

"This is impossible. There is no way you could have refined these weapons by yourself!"

No matter how powerful the Zhulan Empire is, it will never be able to reach this level.

One person can refine a thousand weapons with one furnace. What is this? One person can form an army!

If the Zhulan Empire can really achieve this, let alone the Xinhen Empire, even if the entire cultivation world is tied together, it will not be a rival.

Zi Shiran didn't believe it, he didn't dare to believe it.

Qin Long nodded: "It is true that I did not refine it alone."

Hearing what he said, Zi Shiran breathed a sigh of relief. Let's just say that in the Ziyue family, which makes a living by refining weapons, a fourth-level weapon refiner can only produce about 500 third-level long knives at most. Qin Long

How is it possible to refine a thousand pieces? Although the quality is a little worse, it is impossible.

"Including the three helpers who provided spiritual energy, there are a total of four people refining this time. Only one person and I are in the Wenhuo realm, and the other two are both Foundation Builders."

Without waiting for Zi Shiran to retort, Qin Long continued: "I only want to prove one thing this time. In fact, for low-end weapons below level three, their value should not be as high as it is now.

Because this kind of thing can be mass-produced.”

"Today, what I want to sell to the Li family is not just these third-level long knives, but a truly powerful method of producing weapons."

"A third-level long sword is a discardable piece of trash to the superior, but to many people it is the foundation of their lives. And these things are so valuable, three hundred gold coins are enough to provoke ordinary monks.

The war between us, our path to cultivation, has been stuck by these things for too long."

The monks sitting in the hall nodded, and everyone including Wu Huo agreed with Qin Long's words.

Three hundred gold coins is nothing to those really big families, but in the eyes of people like them who have climbed up from the bottom, it is a huge sum of money.

How many times have brothers turned against each other just because of a few dozen gold coins, and how many cultivators have hidden themselves in secret on the road who want to rob their families and homes. They have honestly saved up a third-level long sword, which is only possible unless they are reincarnated.

There is only one way to survive here smoothly, and that is to kill and rob.

Qin Long looked around at everyone: "I am here not to see how much money you can make from weapons, but to tell everyone that this era of being suppressed by superiors is about to end. From the third level of long sword energy

It was destined to end from the moment I gave birth."
Chapter completed!