A sword that cost five thousand spiritual stones would be sold for one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
Who can do this kind of behavior but not a fool?
"It's interesting." Zhang Sunsu, an elite disciple of Fenglin Sword Sect sitting in the front row, looked at Han Muye and whispered softly.
The people beside him looked strange.
Cao E, who looked pale, had a flash of excitement in her eyes, but she still shook her head.
"Second Miss, I, the sword I refined cannot be worth this price..." Behind Cao E, a thin young man clenched his fists and spoke in a low voice.
"I, I regard the Star Glory Stone as the Moon Stone. This sword, I..."
The young man lowered his head, his face filled with self-blame.
The sword was sold for five thousand spirit stones, and the Cao family lost half of it.
"Cao Teng, Senior Brother Han is a genius. Maybe he can really see that there is something extraordinary about the sword you made." Cao E turned her head and said softly.
Among the descendants of the Cao family, Cao Teng is the most spiritual and perseverant.
Even if the sword was lost, it could not dampen his ambition.
"Well, my sword has been tempered for a long time." There was not much confidence in Cao Teng's words.
He looked towards the high platform with a bit more expectation in his eyes.
Maybe there can be a miracle?
"One hundred thousand spiritual stones, this guy really dares to shout." Master Sun Tu, who was sitting far away, shook his head and muttered.
"One hundred thousand spirit stones are not much. If Senior Brother Han really wants to take action, just take it." Bai Suzhen said calmly.
Shopkeeper He nodded and said, "Okay."
Shisun Tu looked up at the two of them, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"Since Brother Han said it was worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones, this sword must be worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones." Suddenly, Lin Shen, who was sitting behind him, spoke up.
"Brother Han has never missed a sword."
Bai Suzhen and Shi Suntu all turned around and saw the bright light in Lin Shen's eyes without any hesitation.
Sheng Ke, who was standing aside, frowned and looked up at Han Muye on the stage.
At this time, Han Muye, holding a long sword, had been standing there for a while.
"One hundred thousand spirit stones, who are you selling them to?" Finally, someone sneered.
"The swords purchased with these five thousand spiritual stones, even if the star stones among them are worth tens of thousands, it is impossible to sell them for one hundred thousand."
"I'm going crazy thinking about the spiritual stone."
There are not many fools in the spiritual world, but there are many lunatics.
There are so many people who are crazy about spiritual practice, people who are crazy about making money, and people who are crazy about love.
"Boy, I want this sword with one hundred thousand spirit stones."
At this moment, an old voice came from an attic.
The originally noisy lobby fell silent again.
Someone really offered 100,000 spiritual stones?
Is this also a lunatic?
Below, Shisun Tu frowned, and then whispered: "Tao Ran? Madman Huo? What is this guy doing to get involved?"
"No, this guy is from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Is this guy Tao Ran here to save the day?"
"Are you really protecting your shortcomings, or do you value this kid's abilities?"
His voice was low, and Bai Suzhen, who was sitting next to him, didn't hear it at all.
Bai Suzhen raised her eyes to look at the attic, then shook her head and said: "It's not unreasonable for this ancestor to be unpopular."
"To save the situation at this time, it is better to say that it is to disrupt the situation."
Sure enough, after Patriarch Tao Ran paid the price, the audience was silent for a while, and then no one spoke again.
Obviously, it's up to you.
On the stage, Han Mu, who was holding a sword, sighed softly.
My ancestor is kind-hearted.
It’s just that my eyesight is really bad.
After a moment, Patriarch Tao Ran walked up to the stage and grinned at Han Muye.
At this time, Ancestor Tao Ran was wearing a black robe and a hood, covering most of his face.
Not many people in this auction house can recognize his identity.
"Boy, give me the sword." Ancestor Tao Ran stretched out his hand.
He said that if he accepted the sword with 100,000 spiritual stones, he would naturally not default on the debt.
Han Muye nodded, raised his sword, but did not let go.
"Senior, can you see why I want one hundred thousand spiritual stones for this sword?"
Ancestor Tao Ran's expression froze.
Ancestor, I'm just here to help you out and save the day. Are you still excited?
Ancestor Tao Ran shook his head.
"This sword is made of Qingfeng gold steel, and not only three taels and five cents of Star Glory Stone are incorporated into it, but also three cents of Star Source Iron." Han Muye held the sword and spoke softly.
"Star Source Iron? That seems to be a spiritual material for refining hidden weapons. What's the use of integrating it into a sword?" Ancestor Tao Ran frowned.
Star Source Iron is not expensive, but it is only added when refining hidden weapons, which can eliminate the light in it and make the hidden weapons more concealed.
In the world of spiritual practice, there are too many self-protection techniques and hidden weapon methods, which are rarely used.
"In the art of weapon refining, there is a way to fuse the Star Source Iron with the Star Glory Stone by hitting it one hundred thousand times."
"The hidden weapon refined by this method can become a starry sky."
"And the star stone shines, and the star iron dims. The two phases merge and can attract and repel each other. When combined, they become swords, and when scattered, they become stars."
"Using the sword energy to pull and cast, the starlight will shine within ten feet, and the ground will be difficult to escape."
Han Muye handed the long sword to Ancestor Tao Ran, and then said calmly: "Senior, do you think this long sword, which can transform three thousand stars, is worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones?"
There are three thousand stars in a radius of ten feet, and it is impossible to escape from the earth.
Are there really such means in the world?
Ancestor Tao Ran showed a trace of confusion on his face.
Everyone in the audience had the same expression.
"The sky is full of stars? It's the Moon Shadow Sword Sect's Ten Thousand Transformations Feiling Swordsmanship, right? This kid is really capable..."
Master Suntu's eyes lit up and he whispered softly.
"Is there really such a sword? It can fight in the battlefield? It is really worth a hundred thousand spirit stones." Bai Suzhen nodded and whispered.
One hundred thousand spiritual stones can buy a good semi-spiritual weapon.
If this sword can fight in the battlefield, it will certainly be worth 100,000 yuan.
In the attic, the young man beside Cao E looked confused.
Not only him, but everyone in the Cao family looked dull.
Does their Cao family have such a legacy?
Ancestor Tao Ran stretched out his hand and grasped the sword handed over by Han Muye.
He examined the spirit sword energy, frowned and said: "Boy, the three thousand stars you mentioned——"
Before he finished speaking, Han Muye chuckled and said, "With the power of my senior, it's not you who has the final say whether you have three thousand stars or ten thousand stars?"
Tao Ran was shocked.
"However, if this sword has 10,000 stars floating in the sky, it cannot be sold for 100,000 spirit stones."
"At least double it."
Han Muye's voice sounded again.
"Shatter the blade of this sword into ten thousand star fragments? This is a delicate job." Ancestor Tao Ran laughed, took the sword, turned around and walked off the stage.
Han Muye followed him down, and after walking only a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at the owner of Yuntao Xian Pavilion who was auctioning.
"What I just said is true, right?"
The shopkeeper of Yuntai Immortal Pavilion nodded and said: "Such sword-breaking methods are among the swordsmanship inherited from the Moon Shadow Sword Sect."
"Most of the Xingyao Stones in Western Xinjiang were taken away by them."
Although the shopkeeper of Yuntai Xiange is not high in cultivation, as the person in charge of Yuntai Dao Sect here and the host of this auction, he will never tell lies.
Until Han Muye walked back to his seat, the auction house had not recovered yet.
Some people whispered, some were confused, and more people turned their heads to look at Han Muye's position.
"No wonder this man is traveling with Miss Bai. This magical method of turning rotten wood into something is not like turning stone into gold?"
A sword worth 5,000 spiritual stones was sold for 100,000 spiritual stones.
How much is the price difference?
And from what I just said, does this sword still have room to increase its value?
"Senior Brother Han, can this long sword really turn into stars all over the sky?" Bai Suzhen asked curiously as Han Muye sat down.
"It's done, it just needs to be slowly polished by a strong person who has mastered the sword spirit." Han Muye said calmly.
A master who has perfected his sword spirit slowly polishes it.
Bai Suzhen covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.
A strong man who has mastered the sword will polish it, which may cost more than 100,000 spiritual stones.
With Han Muye interrupting the auction, the atmosphere in the venue was a bit strange.
Several swords produced by the Cao family, even if their quality was not very good, were sold at a good price.
This made the young people of the Cao family look happy.
Cao E sat there with a strange look on her face.
"Today, I am fortunate enough to get two top-quality pills from Miss Bai."
"Yunqi Pill, top quality, lowest price is 8,000 spirit stones."
The shopkeeper on the stage had just finished speaking when countless bids were already made.
Han Muye felt that there was a solemn gaze staring at him above his head.
Beside her, Bai Suzhen leaned forward and said, "Senior Brother Han, I really can't help it. Shopkeeper Lu's price is quite high..."
"Eighty percent, eighty percent of the proceeds go to you, senior brother, how about that?"
The final price of these two pills reached 50,000 spirit stones.
Han Muye calculated that at 80%, two would earn nearly 40,000 spiritual stones.
good.
I just felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Ancestor Tao Ran.
"Do you know how to make alchemy?" Beside him, Master Sun Tu looked at Han Muye, then raised his head to look at the attic.
In an instant, Han Muye felt that the eyes staring at him disappeared.
"How can a low-level sword cultivator not master the art of alchemy?"
"I heard that Patriarch Tao Ran of Jiuxuan Sword Sect supplemented his sword skills with alchemy skills when he first started."
Han Muye spoke softly.
Unfortunately, there was no response from the top of my head.
Flattery slaps the horse on the leg.
"The way of alchemy supplements the way of sword?"
"Tao Ran, ancestor?"
Shisun Tu nodded.
Ahead, on the stage, another treasure was presented.
"Qingling Bamboo Root, this substance can be used as the main ingredient of many elixirs."
"I believe this item doesn't need much introduction. The base price is three thousand spirit stones."
The shopkeeper of Yuntai Xiange placed the bamboo root on the wooden platform and took a step back.
These treasures are not like swords and elixirs, their value is almost fixed.
In just a few moments, the bamboo root was bid for five thousand spiritual stones.
At this time, no one made any more bids.
"How about giving this bamboo root to the ancestor of the Mu family?" Han Muye, who had never made a bid, suddenly said.
Hearing his words, Bai Suzhen nodded, raised her hand and said, "I want this."
wanted.
No bids.
The cultivator who had reached Five Thousand Spiritual Stones turned his head, his expression changed, and he was about to speak out when someone around him stopped him.
"Brother, forget it, do you know what the famous saying of Miss Bai family is?"
"I don't know anything other than Western Xinjiang. In Xinjiang, there are no treasures I want to buy that I can't get."
The man opened his mouth and finally sat down depressed.
Bai Suzhen waved her hand, and Sheng Ke walked up to the stage behind him and brought the Qingling bamboo root.
It's that simple.
Han Muye collected the bamboo roots naturally.
This is what Bai Suzhen said she would help him win.
"Senior Brother Han, there are still some good swords in today's auction. Will you help me control my eyes later?"
Bai Suzhen looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye nodded.
Choosing swords is his strength.
"The auction item below is an ancient sword."
"Comes from an ancient monk's cave."
The shopkeeper's words on the stage made Han Muye's eyes light up.
He just likes things like this. It doesn't matter whether they are expensive or not, just for the sake of ancient times.