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Chapter 87 Half Sword Body

"Forty thousand taels!"

The ferocious warrior directly added five thousand taels of gold, which shows that he is determined to obtain this secret book of Qingyuan Palm.

"Damn it, my entire wealth is only thirty-eight thousand taels, and I'm still short of two thousand taels. If any of you lend me money, I'll pay you back double in the future." Someone borrowed money from the warrior next to him.

"We don't care about the two thousand taels of gold, but what if we encounter something good later and we don't have enough gold, so I can't accept my order."

"That's right. The small auction is held once every six months. If you miss this time, you will have to wait another half a year. How can I borrow it?"

At this time, no warriors were willing to lend money. After all, their entire wealth was only about fifty thousand taels of gold. If one or two taels were missing, they would lose their confidence. It was unwise to lend money to others.

In the end, the secret book of Qingyuan Palm fell into the hands of the vicious warrior for 40,000 taels of gold.

"The second item, three groups of low-grade spiritual stones, each group worth one hundred yuan, will be auctioned separately. The starting price for each group is twenty thousand taels of gold. Each increase in price shall not be less than one thousand taels. Let's begin."

The gold-inlaid wooden plate was put on the table, and the old man in yellow lifted up the silk and said loudly.

"What, auction low-grade spiritual stones. I haven't used low-grade spiritual stones for a long time. I must auction a set this time."

"With the low-grade spiritual stone, I might be able to be promoted to the late stage of the Condensation Realm in a short time. It's of immeasurable value!"

"One hundred low-grade spiritual stones are enough for me to use for more than a year."

Off the field, the warriors without any sect went crazy, their breathing quickened, their red eyes staring at the low-grade spiritual stone on the real auction table, wanting to go up and snatch it away immediately.

"Twenty-two thousand taels of gold!"

"Twenty-five thousand taels!"

"Twenty-eight thousand taels!"

"Thirty thousand taels!"

The bids for the first group of low-grade spiritual stones skyrocketed. The old man in yellow standing on the stage had a smile on his face. The higher the bid for the auction items, the more secure his position would be and the more salary he would get.

After a while, the first group of low-grade spiritual stones was snapped up by an ugly-looking warrior for thirty-five thousand taels of gold.

The bidding for the second set of low-grade spiritual stones began.

Perhaps because there was one missing group, some warriors who were on the fence couldn't help it and resolutely joined the bidding process, causing the price of the second group of low-grade spiritual stones to quickly exceed that of the first group, reaching thirty-eight thousand taels.

The gold was photographed by a middle-aged warrior.

When it was the turn of the third group, the scene was completely heated. The warriors who had not taken pictures of low-grade spiritual stones before risked everything and invested all their wealth in it, vowing to take pictures of the last group of low-grade spiritual stones.

In the private room.

Ye Chen was also surprised. He had thought that the price of a low-grade spirit stone would be two hundred and fifty taels of gold, but he didn't expect that it would be nearly four hundred taels. That didn't mean that a piece of gold in his storage ring would be enough.

Are more than 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones worth four million taels of gold?

"Forty thousand taels of gold once, forty thousand taels of gold twice, and forty thousand taels of gold three times. The deal is done. Congratulations to this warrior." The bidding for the third group of low-grade spiritual stones came to an end. The old man in yellow breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the low-grade spiritual stones are low-grade.

It's in short supply! It's a pity that the minimum auction price at the northwest auction house has to reach 20,000 taels of gold. Otherwise, it can be divided into groups of ten yuan. In this case, those warriors who are not rich enough will definitely fight for it, even if it is 500 taels of gold.

I won't hesitate to take a piece of it.

After all three sets of low-grade spiritual stones were delivered to the buyers, the old man in yellow cleared his throat and said loudly: "The next thing is the third item, an ancient half-section of the sword."

Whoosh!

The silk was lifted up, and the upper half of the sword appeared in front of everyone. Perhaps it was too old and broken. The sword was still dim and dull under the light of the crystal, making it inconspicuous at all.

"Damn, what the hell, what is this?"

"With half the sword blade, even if it was originally a middle-grade treasure, it is worthless! Who will bid for it?"

"Let's take a look! Maybe there is Xuanxu in it."

Everyone couldn't understand why they came, and their eyes fell on the old man in yellow, wanting to hear his introduction.

The old man in yellow was well prepared. He reached out and picked up half of the sword and said, "After appraisal by treasure appraisal experts at this auction house, this half of the sword has a history of five hundred years. In other words, this is a sword with a history of five hundred years."

It is an ancient relic with a history of 500 years. In addition, it was probably a high-grade sword five hundred years ago. Later, for unknown reasons, it was broken by someone and its spirituality was lost."

"A five-hundred-year-old antique, a top-grade sword!"

"Tsk tsk, it's such a pity. If it is intact, some heroes from Tianfeng Kingdom and even Nanzhuo Territory will definitely come to fight for it."

"A broken, high-grade sword has lost its spirituality. What would you do if you bought it back?"

"Perhaps some antique collectors will bid, but we have nothing to do anyway!"

"Well, let's just sit back and watch! Look at this piece of junk."

Hearing the comments in the audience, the old man in yellow smiled bitterly in his heart. This half of the sword is indeed of no practical use, and it is just a 500-year-old gimmick. I hope it can get a good price! Of course, it doesn't matter if it doesn't.

The method has been done in the previous two rounds of publicity. Whether it is life or death depends on what happens next.

"Is this the other half of the broken sword?" In the private room, Ye Chen's eyes flashed as he stared at the half of the sword on the stone auction table without blinking.

This half of the sword is also dull and dull. The width is the same as the broken sword I bought at Jiudingxuan. Even the crack is basically the same. Only the middle piece is missing. If nothing else, the two are originally one. Due to various reasons

Fallen into two places.

"The bidding begins now. The starting price is 20,000 taels of gold. Each increase must not be less than 1,000 taels." The old man in yellow looked around, took a deep breath and said loudly.

There was silence for a moment.

"I offer twenty-one thousand taels!" The speaker was an old man over seventy years old, with a gray beard and a traditional black robe.

Someone recognized the identity of the old man. This man is one of the few antique collectors in Wangyou City. He likes to buy some weird things and put them at home for his own viewing. He refuses to give them to others who want to see them, even his own family members.

No exception, he is called old-fashioned.

In the private room, Ye Chen was not in a hurry to bid. He had to keep his composure, otherwise he would easily arouse others' suspicion if he attacked fiercely as soon as he came up.

The place was quiet and no one followed the price.

The old man in yellow knew that it was time to liven up the atmosphere, "Twenty-one thousand taels of gold, who else can offer a higher price? Don't forget that this half of the sword may be a fragment of a high-grade sword. Even if the spirituality is lost, it may be able to be used again."

If you find anything useful in it, not to mention it has a history of five hundred years, it really deserves to have a long history!"

The place remained quiet.

At this time, Ye Chen raised the sign in his hand, "Twenty-two thousand taels!"

"Okay, someone has increased the price. Someone has the vision. Who else can increase the price? This opportunity must not be missed and will never come back." The old man in yellow said excitedly with an excited expression.

"Thirty thousand taels." This time the person following the price was not the old collector, but Ouyang Ming from the third private room next door.

Tang Manlou asked doubtfully: "Brother Ouyang, is this half of the sword important?"

Ouyang Ming said calmly: "It's nothing. It's okay to buy it back and collect it. Anyway, this small amount of money is nothing." (To be continued)


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