"Brother, I want that half of the sword." Zi Lin's voice sounded in Ling Lin's mind.
That thing, Ling Lin looked at the half of the sword. It was dim, inconspicuous, and didn't look like it was of any use. Zi Lin actually wanted such a thing. "Could it be a good thing? But he has no money.
Ah." Ling Lin felt a little troubled when he thought of this, it was really a penny that stumped the heroic man.
"Why, you want this half of the sword?" Apparently, Ling Lin's expression was noticed by Shi Ningning, and she asked.
"Yeah." Ling Lin was a little embarrassed, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Ningning didn't say anything, and he was really embarrassed to speak.
Immediately, Shi Ningning raised her eyebrows and stopped talking.
"The bidding begins now. The starting price is five thousand taels of gold. Each increase must not be less than one thousand taels." The old man looked around, then took a deep breath and said loudly.
There was silence for a moment.
"I'll give you six thousand taels." Someone shouted tentatively.
The place was quiet, no one followed the price.
The old man knew it was time to liven up the atmosphere. "Six thousand taels of gold, is there anyone who offers a higher price? This is an ancient sword from three hundred years ago, and it is extremely hard. It must be good for self-defense."
The place remained quiet.
At this time, a faint voice sounded, but it came from the VIP room above. His voice sounded like he was sixteen or seventeen years old.
"Twenty thousand taels." It was Shi Ningning who spoke.
"It's that boy again! I don't know why, but he's so generous!" When Shi Ningning bid for the spirit stone for the first time, she attracted the attention of many people because of her excessively young voice. The voice came from the VIP room.
And being so young, he definitely comes from a strong sect and aristocratic family. I just don’t know if this innate master is his elder or himself. If it were him, it would be a bit scary. Such a young innate master!
After being stunned for a moment, the old man surnamed Qu realized that this was obviously a good opportunity, "Ten thousand taels, someone has increased the price again, what are you waiting for?"
In a VIP room, "Uncle Shan, is this the young innate monk you mentioned?"
A young man in black brocade clothes spoke slowly, and a cold air seemed to float out of his mouth. As his words sounded, the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop a bit. Although the young man's face was not handsome, he was also
It can be called pretty. But this beauty was completely destroyed by a scar.
The scar extended from the boy's temple to his nose. The huge scar was still glowing bright red, and it looked like a centipede crawling on his face as he spoke, which looked extremely terrifying.
"Yes, Young Master." Behind him, the innate realm named Meng Shan.
"Xiantian, such a young Xiantian is actually younger than me." The young man in black had a ferocious face and gritted his teeth, filled with strong resentment.
Mengshan looked at this young man who was known as the new generation of Douwu League who was most likely to break through to the Zifu realm, and sighed slightly. He knew that the young master's strong desire to compare was erupting again at this moment.
Having a desire to compare is not a bad thing in the first place. If you don’t make progress in cultivation, you will fall back. Some comparisons can also increase the motivation for practice. However, his desire to compare is too serious, to the point of distorting his personality, and he cannot stand anything.
People of the same age are better than me, and when they see them, they will try their best to kill them! The qualifications of this young man in black are actually quite good. He broke through to Xiantian at the age of seventeen, and is now in the middle stage of Xiantian, but compared to Shi Ning
Ning is obviously still a lot worse.
"Oh, I blame you for being a genius." Reaching the middle stage of innateness at the age of sixteen or seven is definitely considered a genius. Mengshan sighed. This was not the first time he had done this. He seemed to have seen it.
The tragic scene for the talented young man came that day.
"Call brothers Ah, Da and Er." The young man in black said with a ferocious smile. His twisted abnormal psychology made him especially like to see those so-called geniuses die in front of him one by one.
"Yeah." Mengshan responded. Then, he turned around and walked out of the room.
…
Ling Lin was very nervous. Just now when he was watching other people bidding, he didn't feel anything. Now that it was related to him, he suddenly became nervous. He silently prayed in his heart that no one would follow the price! No one would follow the price!
I don’t know if Ling Lin’s prayer had any effect. After Shi Ningning made her quotation, no one followed up. The scene seemed a bit quiet.
"Twenty-five thousand taels." A voice broke the silent scene.
In the room, the young man in black was sitting lazily on the rocking chair, with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling. After smiling evilly, he said: "Let me play with you, a dying person, and then let you taste the fear before death!"
"Thirty thousand taels." Shi Ningning spoke again.
"Thirty-five thousand taels."
"Forty thousand taels."
"Forty-five thousand taels." The young man in black sneered.
"Fifty thousand taels."
Ling Lin's expression was very ugly. He thought that no one would follow him until now, but unexpectedly, the price went up to 50,000 taels. I really don't know if someone really wanted to take a picture of it, or if he was just deliberately joining in the fun. He glanced at the poem.
Ning Ning found that her complexion gradually darkened.
"Fifty-five thousand taels." Shi Ningning added another five thousand taels.
"suck."
Everyone in the arena took a breath. Fifty thousand taels of gold was not a small sum of money. Many warriors in the martial arts realm would never earn so much money in their lifetime.
"Fifty-five thousand taels is nothing, but there's no need to follow him any further. Anyway, it's just to tease him, and it's of no use if I take it." The young man in black said to himself, with a touch of teasing, "I think this must have happened suddenly.
The extra tens of thousands taels must have made him feel quite distressed."
"Fifty-five thousand two once, fifty-five thousand two twice, fifty-five thousand two three times. Congratulations to this distinguished guest. This half of the sword will be delivered to you immediately." The old man smiled brightly, as if he had picked up fifty thousand for nothing.
The same as five thousand taels of gold.
After a while, a maid came in holding half of the sword.
"Tsk, tsk, this piece of shit is actually worth so much money. I really don't know why you fell in love with such a piece of shit." Shi Ningning took half of the sword in her hand, looked at it for a few times, then lost interest, and threw it to
He asked Ling Lin, "I borrowed these fifty-five thousand taels from you."
Ling Lin took the sword and quietly stroked the half of the sword. Since it was what Zi Lin liked, it must be extraordinary. Ling Lin observed it carefully, but after studying it for a long time, he couldn't see the end of the half of the sword.
What is the use.
"Brother, although this half of the sword was said to be a high-grade spiritual sword in the past, it has broken now and only this half of the sword is left. It is indeed of no use. What is useful is the material used to make it. It is called a soul stone.
It is a very precious weapon-refining material and is of great use to the soul. If I swallow it, my soul body will grow a little, so I won’t have to fall into a deep sleep after a while, and I can also help my brother." Zi.
Lin said happily.
"Okay." With a thought, Ling Lin slowly brought half of the sword into the sea of consciousness.
"No, you want to use this junk as your weapon?" Shi Ningning looked surprised. It's not surprising that she would think so. The sea of consciousness can contain weapons, but it will consume a lot of her own energy or vitality.
Therefore, generally speaking, only the weapons used by oneself will be put into the sea of consciousness. Ling Lin's approach undoubtedly made her think that she was going to use this half of the sword as a weapon.
Spreading his hands helplessly, Ling Lin said nothing. "Is it possible to tell him that I still have a weapon in my mind? If I tell him, he will probably be regarded as a madman." Ling Lin curled his lips. He knew that he was a special case.
Not everyone has such domineering devouring power as he does.
Under normal circumstances, innate monks only dare to put one weapon into the sea of consciousness. If you put it any more, it will affect your cultivation. Basically, martial arts realm will not put weapons into the sea of consciousness, unless it is those who know that their innateness is hopeless.
Only a few people would do this, but even so, it would usually not exceed one weapon. However, Ling Lin, a warrior in the martial arts realm, actually released two weapons into the sea of consciousness, which would really shock countless people.
When half of the sword slowly sank into the sea of consciousness, Ling Lin heard the Purple Blood Sword let out a joyful sword cry, and erupted into a ball of dazzling purple light, dyeing the entire sea of consciousness purple, and surrounded by purple light.
Half of the sword, slowly pulled it to the purple blood sword. Purple flames jumped on the dim half of the sword. The half of the sword quickly softened at a speed visible to the naked eye, but slowly turned into a ball of juice dripping underneath.
On the Purple Blood Sword.
"Tick tick tick..." As the juice from half of the sword body dripped in, the purple blood sword trembled more and more violently, and the dazzling purple light became more dazzling. When the last drop dripped in, the purple blood sword stopped shaking, and the purple light became more and more eye-catching.
Rewind it and put it all back into the sword. After a few seconds of silence, a comfortable groan sounded, and a cute little fat man wearing a purple bellyband slowly walked out of the Purple Blood Sword.
"Brother." Zi Lin called in a low voice.
"Are you ready?" Ling Lin said with a surprised look on his face. He has the power of devouring, and this purple blood sword has repeatedly demonstrated its overbearing devouring power. This person and sword are really a perfect match!
"Yes." Zi Lin nodded happily, his face full of joy, and said: "Zilin doesn't have to sleep anymore, Zi Lin can help brother."
Looking at the cheering little Zi Lin, Ling Lin was also full of excitement. The power of the Purple Blood Sword and the mysterious space filled with corpses of ferocious beasts were all waiting for him to slowly explore. Zi Lin's growth undoubtedly made him
I have more opportunities to climb to the pinnacle of cultivation.
"Why, is there any use for this piece of junk?" Shi Ningning saw Ling Lin's inadvertent excitement and asked in surprise, "Did you really find a treasure by a piece of wood like you?" She shook her head.
, maybe she felt that there was no such possibility, and then Shi Ningning seemed to have lost interest, and her eyes turned to the auction that was in progress again.