"Nineteen thousand!" Lu Beixuan gritted his teeth and shouted again. Finally, no one followed him. After all, what he called out was the top demon spirit master located in the VIP private room. Moreover, they had to keep money to trade the treasures behind, so there was no need to waste them here.

Seeing that no one was calling, Fan Ling gently tapped the auction table with the silver hammer in his hand three times, and then the void flower returned to the private room No. 97.

In the private room, the waiter standing next to him quickly took notes. Lu Beixuan let out a sigh of relief, and Mo Tianxing, who was sitting behind him, shone with excitement and bowed to the sect.

Fan Ling below was also satisfied. It was a good start. The real price of this Void Flower should be around 160,000 yuan. The auction of 190,000 yuan is already considered a profit. Besides, this is just an appetizer.

"Okay, then, let's do the second one!" Fan Ling smiled and another maid walked out with a plate...

The entire auction was completely ignited. During this period, Lu Beixuan also knew that he could not afford some things, but he always had to shout them, just to feel the rich and generous look. Not only did he shout, but Duan Qingfeng also made him feel at ease.

Of course, they are basically shouted at the starting price, and they dare not shout it later. If no one shouts or there is a entrusted position, wouldn’t it be a scam for me?

Su Yan looked at the excited and flushed faces of several old children with their children with resentment. Is it interesting? If you don’t buy it, and then you will return to the sect, you will have to give me some of the two million sources of gods.

"The next is the sixty-fourth treasure, a half-destroyed halberd. I won't deceive you. What we identified may be the natal weapon that an immortal king used thousands of years ago!" As Fan Ling's words fell, a huge war halberd more than two meters high was lifted up by two people.

When everyone heard of the Immortal King's halberd, they all stretched their necks excitedly.

What kind of war halberd was that? It was rusty. The sharp point at the top of the war halberd had long been broken. The four-corner blade of Fang Tian was also a pothole that had collapsed.

The gun bar of the eptuagint itself also has some obvious bends, which makes people look like scrap iron.

Everyone was waiting for Fan Ling’s follow-up words.

Fan Ling seemed to understand everyone's doubts and walked to the big ellipse: "The age of this big ellipse is probably at least seven or eight thousand years, and it has a certain amount of time. The reason why he is the weapon of an immortal king is because the immortal king has passed by firmly. There was indeed the breath of another immortal king on it before.

However, this ellipse is very damaged. Perhaps, when it comes to your hands, it may recover. The natal weapon of an immortal king is hard to come by and is worth a lot of money. No matter how bad it is, it is also very good to treat it as a collectible. The starting price is 100,000 yuan, and each price increase must not be less than 10,000 yuan!"

After hearing Fan Ling's words, everyone was a little disappointed. Is it a defective product that I bought so many divine sources as a decoration? I asked the Immortal King to identify it. If I could practice it, why did that Immortal King not? It can only be explained that Immortal King can't do it, and we are even less able to do it.

And how long will it take for seven or eight thousand years? Fortunately, it doesn’t work well. Don’t buy it back and it will become a pile of iron slag.

Seeing that no one raised the price, Fan Ling glanced at a certain direction without a trace, and suddenly someone shouted: "I'll pay 110,000!"

"Immortal King's weapon, I'm 120,000!" Someone raised the price again.

...

Su Yanbai, who was lying on the windowsill, looked bored below, fighting for a piece of scrap iron, and yawned for a long time. Today, he did see many magical things, but he had not yet encountered the things he wanted to buy.

and……

Su Yan turned his head to look at An Yingying, and immediately smiled, stretched out six fingers without a trace, and then laughed.

An Yingying also saw it. It was really, this guy was lying in the front, and as long as he was not blind, he could see it. The sixth generation of ancient spirits was a bit too early. Our bet was not over yet. At most, you won half of it. If the sect didn’t pay you money, it would be impossible for you to pay.

Ling Yu, Lu Beixuan and others looked at Su Yan's six fingers in confusion. Is this kid lying there, his hands numb?

"It's all for you!" Su Yan said boredly.

"Buy it!" The next moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from Su Yan's mind, and Su Yan immediately straightened his body and quickly reviewed.

"Senior Aokiji, is it you?" Su Yan was excited in an instant. He couldn't forget the sound that he had beaten to death. Soon, he found that the waiter standing beside him was stiff at some point, his pupils turned pure black, like a puppet, motionless, because he was looking forward, so no one noticed something wrong with him.

"Turn around!" Aokiji's voice sounded again, and Su Yan quickly turned his head, feeling excited.

"Senior, have you escaped? I heard that three immortal kings are chasing you. Is it okay?" Su Yan asked.

"Well, it's really a bit troublesome. I guess I can't come to find you yet. I'm still running away. After I dumped them, I'll always look for you." Aokiji's voice sounded again.

Su Yan nodded repeatedly: "Third, you are now..."

"It's just a wisp of my spiritual sense that I used a secret technique to get in. I didn't dare to show off too much, and I couldn't hold on for too long. There was an immortal king in the venue below." Aokiji said, and Su Yan's face changed.

"I came here only for one thing today, that is, the Eight Desert Salutes below. Since you are here, it will be easy to deal with. No matter what, you have to take a picture of it." When talking about the Eight Desert Salutes, Aokiji's voice felt indescribable loneliness.

"Eight Wilderness Halberd, that scrap iron?" Su Yan said incredible.

"That's not scrap iron, that's honor, that's military achievements, that's the weapon of a colleague who is floating outside and unable to return, that's his life!" Aokiji's voice fluctuated indescribable.

Su Yan immediately looked at the weapon below that was constantly being entrusted to increase the price.

"The first time I saw him was in the depths of the starry sky eight thousand years ago. At that time, he held the Eight Desolate Salutes, wearing silver armor and combat boots, and killed all over the world. Countless ancient starry beasts were frightened by the hearing. They were also well-known to him by the people from other real worlds. They were named the title of Jiuli God of War. It was with the Eight Desolate Salutes that he had opened up the Eight Desolate Salutes and became our resource colony.

Later, many times, we fought side by side and became friends who were drinking and having fun.

The last two times I saw it was the fall of the True Realm and the colony was robbed. As the guardian immortal king of the Eight Desolate Tribe, he fought against three immortal kings and more than a dozen immortal kings alone. I was determined to help, but I was also entangled by many people from other true realms, and finally watched the fall of the Eight Desolate Tribe.

The last time was more than 500 years ago, I met him in a plane in the Haotian Zhen Realm. His head was covered in white hair, his arm was missing, and he was wearing tattered clothes. He was lying in the alley by drinking and basking in the sun.

He only said to me one thing: I can't go back to my home, I lost my Bahuang tribe, and lost my battle halberd!

I know that his heart is completely dead.

And this Eight Desolate Sphur is below at this moment. It’s a pity that no one knows. I don’t know how many soldiers of the Immortal Court were frightened by it back then, but now it is, alas, sad, alas.” Aoji’s voice was filled with deep sorrow.

Su Yan only felt the blood and blood surge. It turned out that the so-called scrap iron below was the weapon of the immortals in his own world.

"Who is he?" Su Yan asked in a low voice.

"The Eight Wilderness God of War—Mo—Fan—Chen!" Aokiji said word by word: "A real immortal king!"
Chapter completed!