As soon as he finished speaking, a round stone pillar on the auction stage slowly rose up, and an ancient sword was stuck straight on the stone pillar.
This ancient sword immediately caught Yuan Futu's attention. Its blade was wider than those he had used before. Although the tip and blade seemed to have no sharp edges, they could no longer conceal the scattered appearance.
The sharp energy in the void, the blade and spine of the sword are covered with a thick layer of bronze, as if it has experienced a long time in the dark closed space, and the hilt is a darker dark gold, highlighting the
Completely regal.
Everyone was looking at this spiritual treasure carefully and making sounds of exclamation from time to time.
Xuan Xuan continued: "The maker of this spiritual treasure is the last work of Wen Xiaoxiao, a master forger who was famous in the imperial court thousands of years ago, and his rule is that the new sword should be upright and the old sword should be upright.
It will be destroyed, so it is also the only work."
Qin Rongxian raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully: "What kind of strange rule is this? Does this mean that every time he completes a new work, he must destroy the old one?"
Yuan Futu chuckled and said: "General Lingbao casters have very weird tempers and pursue so-called art and peak attainments. I can probably understand the thoughts of Master Wen Xiaoxiao. He is forcing himself to constantly climb to the top.
Never allow the slightest step back.”
Suddenly, a practitioner stood up and said: "It is said that Master Wen Xiaoxiao had a duel with Lin Wanshi and there was no news after the forging. Could it be that this Tianque Sword is the pinnacle work of the duel with Master Lin Wanshi?
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Xuan Xuan nodded and said: "You are right, but Master Wen Xiaoxiao did not disappear back then, but died when he was casting the Tianque Sword. In order to complete the Tianque Sword, he did not hesitate to throw his body into the furnace fire and refine it.
"", the unprecedented 'Supreme Karma Fire'."
Yuan Futu was shocked, but he did not expect that the story on this sword would be so twisted.
"In order to compete for the title of 'King of Soldiers', Master Wen Xiaoxiao risked his life to make this Tianque Sword. However, after his death, his apprentice was unable to complete the subsequent steps due to lack of ability, until Master Lin Wanshi learned the truth.
, when he saw the unfinished Tianque Sword, he took the initiative to give up the title of 'King of Soldiers' and used the eighth-level 'Wuding Emperor Formation' to attack it, and the overall grade was a mid-grade Tongtian level spiritual treasure."
"Mid-grade?!" If it was mid-grade, the price would have risen a lot. Yuan Futu subconsciously touched the storage bag containing nearly 2 billion with his hand, frowning slightly.
"What happened next?" The practitioner seemed to be more interested in the story than the Lingbao.
Xuan Xuan smiled charmingly and said: "Later, the Tianque Sword was put away by Lin Wanshi. It seemed that he had this benchmark in front of him and knew that it would be difficult to surpass, so from then on, no new works came out, and the Tianque Sword was passed down by his descendants.
According to legend, it was only recently that it fell into the hands of our God-Gathering Treasure."
"What's the base price?" A disciple of Zhou Xu Sect asked impatiently.
Xuan Xuan said: "The base price is 500 million spiritual stones, and the bidding starts now."
"Five hundred million?!" The disciple gritted his teeth, thinking that this was too expensive, but Lingxuzi, who was sitting next to him, had an indifferent expression and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this spiritual treasure will definitely be ours.
.”
All of a sudden, the practitioners became restless and began to raise the bidding cards in their hands.
Those who can sit here have a net worth of at least several billion. Among them are famous sects with deep foundations, and some are unscrupulous cultivators. The low price of 500 million did not wait for a quarter of an hour. "Tingchao Pavilion" was updated the fastest.
It was raised to 800 million.
Qin Rongxian was about to raise the bidding sign, but Yuan Futu waved his hand and said: "Let them bite each other for a while, and then we wait until the end to see how much this heaven-level spiritual treasure can be sold for."
Qin Rongxian nodded and said: "I have roughly counted the number of spiritual stones in it. There are probably about 1.5 billion. Plus I still have some on my body, and the maximum number can be as high as two billion."
"You actually have so many?!" This was completely beyond Yuan Futu's expectation.
Qin Rongxian stuck out his tongue and said, "They gave this to me before I left. They said I could buy some things I like in Jushen Tongbao."
"I'll give you 500 million to buy you something!" Yuan Futu rolled his eyes, wondering how many spiritual stones the Heavenly Demon Sect had and could afford such a squandering.
"One billion!" A disciple of the Zhou Xu Sect raised the bidding sign. Lingxuzi looked at the Tianque Sword with interest, as if he was sure of victory.
Some of the practitioners' faces twitched, obviously engaged in a strong psychological struggle, and then they raised unusually heavy bidding cards.
"Two billions!" The asking price of Zhou Xu's disciples made everyone feel extremely painful, and most of them had begun to give up.
Yuan Futu observed the situation on the field and said: "It's almost done."
Qin Rongxian understood the idea, and when Zhou Xu's people were feeling proud, he suddenly raised the bidding card.
"1.4 billion!"
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned over. When Lingxuzi saw the two familiar faces, his heart felt as if he had been punched hard. He coughed twice and said in shock: "How...how?"
It’s them again?!”
Yuan Futu met his eyes and smiled, but felt very mocked in Lingxuzi's eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Continue to bid!"
"1.5 billion!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Rongxian raised his sign again and said: "1.6 billion!"
"Elder..." The cultivator holding the sign looked at Ling Xuzi with an extremely ugly expression.
Lingxuzi grabbed the bidding card and shouted: "1.7 billion!"
"1.8 billion!" Qin Rongxian shouted without hesitation.
Yuan Futu's face was solemn, he was almost reaching his limit. He didn't know how rich the Zhou Xu Sect's background was, but if he continued to call, he would not be able to raise his sign again.
Ling Xuzi's hands were trembling, because he had obviously reached his limit and his face was ashen.
However, at this moment, a group of people walked into Yunxian Pavilion and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Yuan Futu looked sideways and found that one of them was the eldest young master Chen Sheng who gathered magic treasures.
Standing next to Chen Sheng was an old man with white beard and hair. He was elegantly dressed and had an extraordinary bearing.
"Master." Lingxuzi walked up to the old man and said politely.
Yuan Futu suddenly narrowed his eyes and said: "He is actually the sect leader of Zhou Xu Sect!"
Chen Sheng raised his hand and signaled Xuan Xuan to pause the auction first, and then Lingxuzi briefly stated the reason. The sect owner looked at Yuan Futu, but with a contemptuous smile on his lips, he turned around and said: