Chapter 1353: The Yin-Yang Sword Coffin is in hand
Mu Wuyan took a deep breath, hummed slightly, and finally stopped bidding.
"Is there anyone else bidding?" Chen Fuxi asked.
"Yin Yang Sword Coffin contains 810,000 magic crystals once!"
"Yin Yang Sword Coffin 810,000 magic crystals twice!"
"Yin Yang Sword Coffin 810,000 magic crystals three times!"
As the golden hammer fell, Chen Fuxi smiled and said, "Okay, this Yin Yang Sword Coffin Spirit will belong to this friend."
He felt a little contempt in his heart. The Yin Yang Sword Coffin had been severely damaged. Even the masters at their auction could not recover it. How could this little warrior recover?
I'm afraid if I buy it back, it will be rotten in my hands.
The little warrior Chen Fuxi was referring to was of course Ye Xuan.
At this time, Ye Xuan was already led by the waiter to the exchange area.
In a secret room.
"I want to sell an item." Ye Xuan glanced at the unusually spacious secret room and said calmly.
"Oh, let's take it out and take a look." There was only a man with a mustache in the secret room, and he replied without any surprise.
This kind of price-matching is normal.
At this time, Ye Xuan flipped his palm, took out a small bottle several inches high, placed it on the table, and said very briefly:
"This is a drop of blood I got accidentally. I hope sir can help me identify it."
"Essence and blood?" The man with the mustache frowned a little when he heard this.
A drop of blood essence is hardly worth more than 800,000 magic crystals.
He glanced at Ye Xuan slightly, then made a move in the air with one hand, and with a "swish" sound, the vial was captured out of thin air into his hand.
He first touched the vial in his hand and made a seal with one hand.
There was a "pop" sound.
A gray light mask about a foot large appeared out of thin air, just covering the vial.
At this time, the man with the mustache touched the vial with one finger, and the cap flew out immediately.
The next moment, there was a loud noise inside the bottle, and several purple-gold filaments flew out.
Each one is extremely slender and crystal clear, flying slowly around the vial.
And finally gathered together and turned into a drop of purple-gold blood.
"This is??????" The man with the mustache looked at Zhen's drop of purple-gold blood with a noble aura, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
"This...is this atavistic demon blood!?" He exclaimed, his expression changed drastically.
This surprise is no small matter.
The man with the mustache felt a strong demonic power emerge from the purple-gold essence and blood. His face looked dull. After a moment, he took a deep breath, his mind turned rapidly, but his face was replaced by a wry smile and he said.
"I didn't expect that what you are selling is such a rare treasure as the ancestral demon blood. If it is an ordinary material, I can still identify it. But if it is the ancestral demon blood, I may not be able to do it. Well, I'd better ask Master Zhen to come over.
Let’s go there. I can’t identify this kind of atavistic demon blood…???”
"Then it's hard work." Ye Xuan nodded and said.
"Haha, wait a minute." The man with the mustache said and left the secret room.
After a hundred breaths, an energetic old man in white robes with white beard and hair walked in hastily.
The middle-aged man with a mustache followed closely behind and hurriedly introduced:
"Let me introduce you, this is Master Zhen!"
"This is the ancestral demon blood you asked me to identify." The old man in yellow robe said without saying any nonsense, his eyes eagerly stared at the drop of purple gold blood.
"It's thanks to you, Master, this time," the man said.
The old man's face was slightly gloomy, and then he nodded, pinched the mark with both hands, and white light penetrated into the essence and blood.
This Master Zhen is surprisingly not weak in cultivation, and has achieved half-step immortality.
After a while, his mark stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what kind of secret technique he had used. There was a faint golden light flashing in his pupils, and with a move of two fingers, he pinched the blood essence and pulled out a piece of it.
A piece of purple gold wire was pulled out of the light mask, and after careful observation, it was put back again.
"This is not just a drop, but a trace is missing. But it is definitely the best atavistic demon blood. But unfortunately, it is missing a trace, and its value is greatly reduced. It can be worth five million magic crystals." The old man in yellow robe shook the vial.
After inhaling the essence and blood again, he said with regret on his face.
If it were complete atavistic demon blood, it would be a priceless treasure.
"Five million, thank you so much, master." Ye Xuan also looked disappointed when he heard this.
"I wonder where my friend got this atavistic demon blood. Apart from these, is there anything else?" the old man suddenly asked again.
Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows, then smiled and said, "I got it accidentally in an ancient cave, just this one bit, but it is not complete, there is a trace missing."
How could Ye Xuan say that this drop of atavistic demonic blood was temporarily forced out by him. The missing trace was left by him in order to retain the three atavistic demonic patterns. As long as he was given time, he could refine many of them.
of atavistic demonic blood.
After a stick of incense, when Ye Xuan walked out of the stone door of the secret exchange room, the man with the mustache followed closely behind him and kept saying:
"Friend, as long as you can still get the atavistic demon blood, the price is easy to talk about, and your friend will definitely be satisfied."
"I have already searched the ancient cave, and indeed there is only that one drop." Ye Xuan said expressionlessly before returning to the auction hall.
The man with the mustache looked at Ye Xuan's leaving figure with an uncertain expression on his face.
When this person returned to the secret room, Master Zhen was sitting on a chair, thinking about something thoughtfully.
"Looking at you, that person must not have sold anything anymore." The old man asked calmly.
"Yes, it's such a pity. It would be such a waste to have such rare atavistic demon blood in the hands of a holy king. If we could win it..." the man replied with a wry smile.
"Hmph, he obviously still has the fluctuation of the ancestral demon blood, at least one drop...???" Master Zhen snorted coldly.
"I understand what Master Zhen means. Such rare treasures are indeed not something that a junior should own. I have already sent people to keep an eye on him, as long as the harness is auctioned." The man with the mustache muttered for a moment before replying.
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"Very good." Master Zhen nodded with satisfaction after hearing this.
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At this time, Ye Xuan had returned to the auction hall, sat back down, nodded to Pang Yuxi, transmitted a few words, then closed his eyes and rested.
When Pang Yuxi heard his message, she looked surprised. What Ye Xuan said to her was that as long as the item in the photo was within four million, she could bid with confidence!
Pang Yuxi was surprised and puzzled as to why Ye Xuan became rich and wealthy just after going out.
What exactly did he sell?
Ye Xuan looked calm at this moment, but his heart was extremely excited.
He has already obtained the Yin Yang Sword Coffin, which he has included in the Zhen Luo Ring. He can only wait for the end of the conference to merge it.
He was very curious about what the soul skill of the Yin Yang Sword Coffin was, and he was full of expectations.