Zhong Lichuan did not open the long box immediately, but glanced at the dozen or so Qingjia commanders behind him.

More than a dozen Qingjia commanders instantly appeared in every corner of the main conference platform. They stood with swords in their hands with a solemn look on their faces. Seeing this, the cultivators below had different expressions. They didn't know what Wutian Pavilion wanted to do.

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Seeing this, Zhong Lichuan seemed to still feel that it was not safe enough. He grasped the void, and a formation flag emerged. With a slight wave, a soft light enveloped him and Chang He.

After doing this, Zhong Lichuan let out a breath, as if this could make him feel safe.

"Fellow Taoist Zhongli, when did you, Wutian Pavilion, become so timid?" An old man's voice came from a certain pavilion. There was a hint of ridicule in his tone.

When Zhong Lichuan heard this, he was not angry. He smiled bitterly and said: "It's not that our Wutian Pavilion is timid. It's just that this thing is too precious. So it's not an exaggeration to be safer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Lichuan slapped the long box hard.

With a sound of "Bang——", the long box instantly turned into powder. A simple long sword appeared in the void, and there were faint tooth marks on the sword. This long sword didn't seem to have any brilliance, except for its weird shape.

, it seems to be no different from ordinary long swords in the world.

However, the monks present were not fools. Naturally, they would not think that the final item was an ordinary long sword. Instead, they stared at the changes on the field more intently.

I saw Zhong Lichuan in the field, gently squeezing a drop of blood from his fingertips and dripping it on the long sword. The moment the blood touched the long sword, the long sword emerged with a dazzling blood-colored light, and there were several more in the light.

The black skull appeared like a shadow. The silver sword energy flowed uncertainly in the blood.

The moment the silver light appeared, most of the monks present took a breath and started talking.

"This is actually a holy weapon!"

"It still looks like a third-grade saint!"

"What's that black skull?"

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Zhonglichuan turned a blind eye to the comments in the audience. He clapped his hands lightly, and a young man walked out from the audience and walked slowly towards Zhonglichuan. The young man looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his face was

He had a gloomy look on his face. The moment the young man first appeared, most of the monks present used their spiritual consciousness to investigate. They were surprised to find that this young man was just a mortal, with no spiritual roots and not a monk.

Just when everyone was a little surprised, Zhong Lichuan slowly held the long sword in his hand and waved it lightly towards the young man walking towards him. This swing did not inject any magic power, so it would not really attack the young man.

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However, a surprising scene appeared. The moment the young man waved the long sword, his whole body began to age rapidly. After a while, he turned into a man with wrinkles on his face and white hair and beard.

The old man also became shaky when he walked, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"This sword can actually swallow life force!" A sharp voice came from a certain pavilion.

As soon as these words came out, the group of cultivators suddenly realized, and there were expressions of surprise on everyone's face. When they looked at the long sword, there was a trace of fear in their eyes. Just imagine, if you fight with a person holding such a sword

, I’m afraid it won’t be long before I’m sucked into being fucked.

Hearing this, Zhong Lichuan smiled slightly and explained: "What the fellow Taoist said is not accurate. For mortals, this should be life force; but for us monks, what we swallow is blood essence."

"Old man Zhongli, hurry up and get your quotation, why are you talking so much nonsense here?" A sinister voice came out of thin air. I don't know where it came from.

Zhong Lichuan waved his hand and said calmly: "This fellow Taoist may know what this is in advance. However, I believe that most of the fellow Taoists here do not know. Therefore, I still want to introduce it to you.

.This sword is called the Blood-Drinking Sword, and it is a third-grade holy-level sword. It also has the special magical power of swallowing blood essence. The greater the level difference, the more obvious the effect of this blood-sucking. Even if you take over with the same-level sword, with this blood-drinking sword

Having it in hand can also increase your chances of winning by several percent."

In a certain pavilion, Lu Yu looked at the blood-drinking sword in Taichung with a strange expression.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Wen Renxue asked curiously.

"This blood-drinking sword turns out to be the same as the blood-drinking sword recorded in "Lian Tian". It should be made according to the records in "Lian Tian"." Lu Yu said with a strange expression.

"What? It's actually the weapon on your broken scroll. Can you refine it? It seems quite powerful." Wen Renxue asked with interest.

Lu Yu slowly shook his head and whispered: "According to the records in "Refining the Sky", the method of refining the blood-drinking sword requires using the blood essence of one hundred thousand monks to turn into a blood pool as the material, and then using the Yin Evil Spirit

It takes a year for the fire sacrifice to take shape. Moreover, according to what was said above, this refining method goes against the laws of heaven, so the success rate is not very high."

"Ah! It's so cruel. I really don't know how many monks died trying to refine this blood-drinking sword." Wen Renxue sighed lightly and said with an angry look.

At this moment, Zhong Lichuan had already finished introducing the blood-drinking sword in detail. Then he glanced at everyone present and slowly said: "This blood-drinking sword has a base price of 700,000 medium-grade spiritual stones. The one with the highest price will get it!"

Before he finished speaking, many people in the pavilion couldn't wait to start bidding.

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"Eight hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Nine hundred thousand!"

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A handsome young man in a certain pavilion listened to other quotes with an indifferent expression. He didn't seem to take these people seriously.

"Including what we just earned, how many spiritual stones do we still have?" the handsome man said calmly.

"Young Master, there are still a total of 2.2 million middle-grade spiritual stones." The guard in white blurted out.

Hearing this, the handsome man nodded and seemed to be thinking about something. At this moment, the quotation outside had just exceeded one million spiritual stones.

"Two million!" The handsome man's cold voice echoed throughout the auction room.

For a moment, the entire auction house became silent.

When Zhong Lichuan heard the price, he felt happy and immediately said: "Is there anything higher than two million? Two million for the first time! Two million for the second time!"

Just when Zhong Lichuan was about to shout for the third time, another voice emerged.

"This fellow Taoist, I am Zhou Yi from Lingtianmen. My master also values ​​this thing very much. I hope that fellow Taoist can give this thing to me for the sake of Lingtianmen." A young man's voice suddenly sounded.

.There was no hidden threat in his words.

When the cultivators below heard the words Lingtianmen, they started whispering. This Lingtianmen is not a small sect in Cangyue City. This week, it is also a famous swordsman in Cangyue City. As for his master, he is even more famous in the city.

One of the big bosses is Yunyangzi, who has the strength of the Sword King. Such a person can shake the Cangyue City three times just by stamping his feet.

"Swipe -" After a moment, everyone focused their attention on the indifferent man's pavilion. Want to see how the monk who quoted two million would make a decision?

"Fellow Taoist Zhongli, it's time for you to announce the results!" The cold man's voice emerged again, ignoring Zhou Yi's threatening words.

As the chief steward of Wutian Pavilion, Zhong Lichuan has an even stronger backer, so he naturally doesn't care about Zhou Yi's face. Then he smiled heartily and said, "Is there anyone higher than two million? If not, this drink

The blood sword belongs to this fellow Taoist."

"Two million and one million!" Zhou Yi's gritted teeth echoed in the air.

"Two million and two million!" the cold man's voice came out immediately.

After hearing this, Zhou Yi had a gloomy look on his face and said viciously: "Okay, very good! I want to see if you have the life to take this blood-drinking sword away from Cangyue City."

As soon as these words came out, there was no suspense about the outcome. The indifferent man bought the blood-drinking sword for 2.2 million. Immediately, the pavilion where the indifferent man was was almost constantly scanned by divine consciousness.

"I didn't expect that the Blood Drinking Sword was photographed by that guy. When the time comes, I would like to see who this guy is." Lu Yu said unwillingly.

"So what if I saw it? This blood-drinking sword still belongs to someone else!" Wen Renxue said with a smile.

When Lu Yu heard this, he sneered and said, "I don't think he can easily take the blood-drinking sword away from Cangyue City."

Under Zhong Lichuan's personal intervention, the two completed the transaction. Immediately afterwards, the monks began to slowly exit. Since the teleportation array at the exit was not very large, the tens of thousands of monks below could only line up and exit one after another.

In the VIP room, since there is only one corridor, you can only exit slowly.

However, most of the monks' eyes were focused on the handsome young man's pavilion. As soon as the handsome young man left the pavilion, dozens of spiritual consciousnesses were firmly locked on this man. The handsome man didn't care about it. Fighting is prohibited in Cangyue City.

Even the powerful Sword King has to abide by this rule. Therefore, he is still safe for the time being.

Wen Renxue followed the crowd and followed slowly. Although most of the monks were attracted by the indifferent man, they were still afraid of being noticed by interested people. Suddenly, Wen Renxue felt a cold gaze staring at her.

She quickly looked back with feeling, and saw a handsome young man looking at her calmly, but with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Wen Renxue secretly thought, isn't this man the indifferent man? Unexpectedly, this man is also a monk in the realm of swordsman. It is not a good thing to be worried about this man. However, after seeing the indifferent man behind him, he said:

Wen Renxue felt relieved at the malicious look. Even if this indifferent man wanted to do harm to him, he would have to wait until he got rid of the people behind him first.

At this moment, there is still one person who has not left the pavilion. It is Zhou Yi who was bidding with the indifferent man just now. Zhou Yi has a stern expression at this time, holding a tea cup in one hand, looking hesitant.

"I didn't expect it to be the boy named Bai. I wonder if his father, the Sword Emperor, is nearby. Should I take action?" Zhou Yi whispered to himself.

Just when Zhou Yi was hesitant, Wen Renxue had already turned into a ray of light and left the auction house. Even though Wen Renxue was extremely careful, she was still targeted by two strong swordsman-level men who kept her from a distance.

Following them. Just because they are now in Cangyue City, the two swordsmen behind them have never dared to take action casually.

But just when the two thought they had captured the little guy, the young man suddenly accelerated his escape speed, plunged into a forest and disappeared. When the two saw this, they smiled disdainfully. In their opinion, it was just a sword spirit.

The little guy with cultivation level dared to hide in front of them, he was simply asking for death.

The two of them released their consciousness without hesitation, preparing to find this little guy who was overestimating his abilities. However, after a moment, the expressions of the two people gradually became serious. In the scope of their consciousness, they could not sense that person.

Where did the boy go?

"Did you use earth escape to escape?" one of them said uncertainly.

"I think it's probably true. He deliberately attracted us to stay here just to escape with Earth Escape." Another person said firmly.

After saying that, the two of them chased in a certain direction without hesitation.

About a meal after they left, a stone suddenly flashed with white light and transformed into Lu Yu's appearance.

Lu Yu touched his face and said with a smile: "Hey, even if I appear in front of them now, they probably won't recognize me."
Chapter completed!