"The combat power is increased by one to two percent?"
Upon hearing the words "Symbol", Xiang Feng immediately became energetic and his eyes lit up.
Symbol had told Xiang Feng before that when using his power, he could easily kill the Nine-Star Peak Martial Saint.
But it would be more difficult to fight against a strong man like Netherworld Black Scythe, one of the top thirty in the Martial Saint Ranking.
In other words, when I use the power of symbols, my combat effectiveness may be equivalent to that of someone ranked twenty to fifteen on the Martial Saint Ranking.
If it can be improved by another 10% or 20%, I'm afraid it won't be possible to reach the top ten on the Martial Saint Ranking.
"Xiang Feng, are you interested in this sword?"
Li Miaotong saw Xiang Feng's expression and couldn't help but ask.
Xiang Feng didn't hide it, smiled and nodded, "Well, I am indeed a little interested. Mr. Li, how much do you think this sword is worth?"
Li Miaotong quickly replied: "This sword is a high-level yellow-level spiritual weapon. Generally, only high-level martial saints can use it. It will cost at least two thousand spirit-gathering pills. If it is put at the auction, the price will rise by 20 to 30%. In the end,
The price is more suitable at 2,500 spirit-gathering pills. In addition, this sword is not an ordinary yellow-level high-level spiritual weapon, but has its own attributes, including the offensive fire attribute. Therefore, its final transaction price should be around 3,000 pills.
The Spirit Gathering Pill goes up."
"Three thousand spirit-gathering pills..."
For this number, Xiang Feng can actually accept it.
After all, simply letting the symbol refine three thousand spirit-gathering pills would not restore much strength.
Now, he first got 5,000 Spirit-Gathering Pills from Yu Jun, then 5,000 Spirit-Gathering Pills from Geng Su, and then 12,000 Spirit-Gathering Pills from the Xia family.
Dan.
There are a total of 22,000 spirit-gathering pills in his pocket.
It really doesn't matter if you spend 3,000 pieces to buy a sword and spiritual weapon.
The most important thing is that spiritual weapons are equivalent to fixed assets. As long as they are not worn out, they will not depreciate in value.
When he doesn't need it anymore, he can resell it.
"Everyone, let me introduce it to you. This sword is called Yanyue Sword, and it is a high-level yellow-level spiritual weapon. I believe someone on the field has sensed it. This Yanyue Sword is not an ordinary high-level yellow-level spiritual weapon, but
A fire-attributed spiritual weapon with inherent offensive properties. Therefore, you must all know its value."
On the auction stage, Ji Hen pointed to the Flame Moon Sword in the hand of the waitress and gave a brief introduction.
Then, he spoke again, "Now, everyone can start bidding. The starting price is one thousand Spirit Gathering Pills. Each time the price is increased, it must not be less than fifty Spirit Gathering Pills!"
"One thousand one hundred spirit-gathering pills."
"Twelve hundred."
"One thousand two hundred and fifty..."
As soon as Ji Hen finished speaking, there were many bidding sounds from the audience.
However, the people participating in the auction are basically all high-level martial saints, or they have the power of high-level martial saints behind them.
Ordinary low-level and mid-level martial saints would not dare to bid on this thing.
Regardless of whether you have money or not, even if you buy it in the end, I am afraid that you will be robbed as soon as you walk out of Dayun Auction House, and you may have to pay for it with your life.
In less than a minute, the price of Yanyue Knife reached 2,000 Spirit Gathering Pills.
Moreover, it is still rising rapidly.
Three minutes later, the price reached 3,000 Spirit Gathering Pills.
At this point, the voices of price increases have gradually become sparse, and each price increase is basically fifty Spirit Gathering Pills.
"The price has risen quite quickly!"
Xiangfeng felt a little helpless.
There is no other way, there are many people who want to get this Yanyue Sword.
Another minute passed until someone in box No. 6 reported 3,500 spirit-gathering pills. For a long time, no one increased the price.
"It's my turn!"
Xiang Feng then put down the cup in his hand and winked at Mu Fan.
"Three thousand five hundred and fifty spirit-gathering pills!"
Mu Fan understood and immediately spoke.
At this moment, there were only two people sitting in box number six.
A sixty-year-old man with silver hair and an old look.
And a beautiful woman who looks only thirty years old, but is extremely beautiful and plump.
At this moment, the beautiful woman was nestling in the old man's arms, letting the old man's rough hands penetrate the opening of her cheongsam and grope at will.
"Um?"
When he heard the quotation for box number one, the old man's face turned cold and his hands moved a little harder.
The beautiful woman frowned lightly, as if she was in pain.
"Jier, I'm so sorry, Master hurt you!"
The old man Hua Minjun said apologetically.
Zhao Ji bit her lips lightly and revealed a charming look inadvertently, "Master, actually I like this powerful feeling!"
"Grass!"
Hua Minjun's mouth twitched when he saw Zhao Ji's posture.
I can't wait to tear the cheongsam completely open and have a big fight in the box.
However, this is their territory after all.
And now the auction is still going on, and the first lot is even what he wants.
"Master, it seems that someone just reported that the person staying in box number one is Xiang Feng, right?"
Zhao Ji put her arms around Hua Minjun's neck, and her upper body was almost completely pressed against Hua Minjun's face.
Hua Minjun didn't see that Zhao Ji's beautiful eyes were looking in the direction of Box 1, filled with hatred and malice.
Toward the wind!
The bastard who killed her beloved!
In order to take revenge, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her body, and even actively transferred the blood power that had just awakened in her body to Hua Minjun.
Fortunately, in order to obtain her bloodline and her perfect body, Hua Minjun had sworn a vicious oath that he would help her avenge and kill Xiang Feng within three months.
And today, they came to the auction because they guessed that Xiang Feng might come to the auction.
"Jier, don't worry. Since Xiang Feng has appeared under our noses, I will definitely help you get rid of him."
Hua Minjun said while enjoying the gentle countryside wantonly, "But things have to be done step by step, and to kill Xiang Feng, we may not need to do it ourselves."
Zhao Ji gritted her teeth and said, "I just want to get Xiang Feng's head as soon as possible and smash his head into pieces with a hammer!"
"Haha, don't worry, this day will come soon."
Hua Minjun laughed heartily.
Then, he seemed to be unable to hold it in any longer.
So, he simply stood up and gave Zhao Ji a 'you understand' look.
Although Zhao Ji was a little reluctant, in order to let Hua Minjun help her kill Xiangfeng and deliver Xiangfeng's head to her, she finally squatted down obediently and slowly untied Hua Minjun's belt.