Just a moment later, as a dazzling light emerged from the high stone platform, the old man held the auction hammer and said: "Everyone, this next item comes from the Tianling Sect, which was just destroyed by my Demonic Dragon Dynasty."
Before he finished speaking, a blue long sword appeared on the high stone platform, exuding sharp sword energy and forming a small green whirlwind.
Nangong Ziyun's eyes in the VIP room were red, and she shed two lines of tears as she looked at the cyan sword on the high stone platform.
After a moment, Nangong Ziyun muttered: "That is... my master Nangong Qinghe's sword."
In the auction house, the old man's narration is still not over.
"It is said that this blue long sword comes from Nangong Qinghe, the leader of the Tianling Sect. Although it is only a heaven-level spiritual weapon, under the nourishment of the spiritual energy over time, a sword spirit has been born in it."
"At the same time, this blue long sword is also the symbol of the leader of the Tianling Sect. It is profound and has a special meaning."
"The starting price is ten million monster coins!"
As the old man used the auction hammer in his hand to hit the stone platform, the auction room was immediately filled with fiery bidding sounds, resounding throughout the surrounding area.
Nangong Ziyun looked at Luo Qingcheng and Luo Qingcheng, a solemn look flashed on her beautiful face, and said: "Two sisters, I am bound to get this Qinghe Sword, so I need to use our funds."
"no problem."
Luo Qingcheng and Wu Wanqing both understood Nangong Ziyun's identity and did not care about consuming their funds at this moment. They immediately lent all the remaining monster coins to Nangong Ziyun.
Although this Qinghe Sword is only a heaven-level spiritual weapon, because it contains the sword spirit and was once the sword of Nangong Qinghe, the leader of the Tianling Sect, it symbolizes the leader of the Tianling Sect.
Therefore, in just a short time, the bidding price of Qinghe Sword has reached the price of 20 million monster coins, and the bidding price is still rising.
Soon, it has reached the level of 30 million monster coins.
Nangong Ziyun bit her silver teeth lightly and opened her bidding: "Thirty-five million monster coins!"
There was a moment of silence in the entire auction house, and many people were shocked by Nangong Ziyun's competitive price.
But at this moment, the No. 1 VIP room on the second floor of Wanshou Restaurant, which had not originally received a bid, suddenly started bidding: "Thirty-three million monster coins!"
"Thirty-four million monster coins!"
A flash of anger flashed in Nangong Ziyun's beautiful eyes, and she raised the bidding price again.
In VIP Room No. 1, a dark shadow like ink flowed slowly, leaning casually on a wooden chair, exuding the invisible pressure of a powerful Dao Emperor realm.
On the side, Long Yunhai was waiting beside him with a respectful look on his face. The person who bid with Nangong Ziyun just now was Long Yunhai, but he acted under the instructions of the shadow man.
According to what Long Yunhai knew, the shadow man in front of him was originally a human cultivator. Later, he seemed to have encountered an accident, which caused the shadow man to join the Demon Dragon Dynasty. He was deeply trusted by the emperor Long Bashi and even brought the demon to the throne.
The important position of Dragon Detective Commander was also entrusted to the shadow man in front of him by Long Bashi.
This shadow man is extremely mysterious. Except for Long Bashi, the other monsters only know this shadow man's surname is Ying, so they respectfully call him Lord Shadow.
"Master Ying, shall we continue bidding?"
"continue!"
"OK."
Long Yunhai bid again and offered a price of 35 million monster coins.
Nangong Ziyun could no longer bear the anger in her heart. She could clearly feel that the people in VIP Room No. 1 were targeting her, so she suddenly said: "Forty million monster coins!"
The Nine Underworld Divine Thunder surged, and its violent aura clung to Nangong Ziyun's voice. It resounded throughout the auction house, and bursts of dull thunder could be heard.
In the VIP room No. 1, the shadowy man leaned forward slightly and said to Long Yunhai: "Okay, stop bidding."
"Yes, Master Kage!"
So, as the old man dropped the auction hammer, the green lotus sword was delivered to the VIP room where Nangong Ziyun was located by the maid.
"Long Yunhai, I have an intuition that there is the target we are looking for in that VIP room."
A look of doubt flashed across Long Yunhai's face, and then his thoughts surged and he had the answer, but he still asked: "Master Ying, how did you make this judgment?"
"According to my guess, Nangong Ziyun and his party will definitely take the opportunity of this Demon Dragon Banquet to enter the Demon Dragon Imperial City, and there is a high possibility of entering the interior of this Ten Thousand Beasts Restaurant."
The shadow man continued to speak.
"So, I took advantage of the auction at the Ten Thousand Beasts Restaurant in advance to auction off the Qinghe Sword given by the Emperor, hoping to catch a big fish."
"Now it seems that the fish has taken the bait."
In another VIP room, Nangong Ziyun handed 40 million monster coins to the maid and took the Qinghe Sword at the same time.
boom!
After the maid left, Nangong Ziyun's spiritual power burst out, and the Nine Underworld Divine Thunder enveloped the entire VIP room to prevent the subsequent conversation from leaking out.
"Thank you two sisters."
Nangong Ziyun first bowed to Luo Qingcheng and the others, her beautiful eyes filled with gratitude.
If you just rely on the monster coins that Nangong Ziyun carries, it will not be enough to take a picture of this Qinghe Sword.
"Don't thank us in a hurry. Let's take a look at the Qinghe Sword first."
"OK!"
Nangong Ziyun's white palm held the Qinghe sword. Just as she touched the hilt, she felt a familiar aura. It was the Qinghe sword used by her master Nangong Qinghe.
A stream of pure spiritual power poured into the Qinghe Sword, and he felt familiar fluctuations. The Qinghe Sword made a sword cry in response to Nangong Ziyun.
In an instant, a small and exquisite girl's shadow appeared above the Qinghe Sword, exuding sharp sword energy and forming a cyan whirlwind.
“Qinghe Sword Spirit?
!”
Nangong Ziyun's beautiful eyes showed surprise, and she immediately asked the newly awakened Sword Spirit, "Little Sword Spirit, how are you?"
Qinghe Sword Spirit had just woken up, and his little eyes looked a little sleepy at the moment. When he saw Nangong Ziyun, he suddenly shivered.
Immediately, the small and cute Qinghe Sword Spirit rushed towards Nangong Ziyun with a cry, hugged Nangong Ziyun, and said tremblingly: "Ziyun, I was scared to death. You are still alive. It's so great.
.”
Although this Qinghe Sword Spirit has existed for decades, his mind is still similar to that of a three-year-old child. He looks very cute against his small and exquisite figure.
"It's okay, master passed away, you still have me."
Nangong Ziyun gently stroked Qinghe Sword Spirit's hair and gave comforting words.
"No, Ziyun, your master is still alive!"
"What, my master is still alive?"
"That's right, after your master sent you out of Tianling Sect that day, Long Bashi joined forces with many Dao Emperor Realm powerhouses from the Demon Dragon Dynasty to besiege your master. Even though your master is a fifth-level Dao Emperor Realm powerhouse, in that kind of situation
Despite the intense attack, he was still seriously injured."
"After that, the strong men of the Demon Dragon Dynasty sent your master into the deepest part of the Demon Dragon Blood Prison, and sent many strong men to guard her, while I was rewarded by the Dragon Tyrant with a black shadow.
People have come to this Ten Thousand Beasts Restaurant."
Nangong Ziyun listened patiently to Qinghe Sword Spirit's story, an invisible anger welling up deep in his heart.
However, she knew very well that the Demonic Dragon Blood Prison was most likely a trap set by the Demonic Dragon Dynasty, and she might be in crisis if she entered rashly.
While Nangong Ziyun was hesitating, a gentle male voice echoed in the VIP room. It was the magnetic voice of Patriarch Chen Xuan.
"Go and save your master. A mere Demonic Dragon Blood Prison cannot stop you."