At this moment, Ye Wushuang had no intention of stopping. As soon as the mark appeared, he waved his sword fingers again. In a blink of an eye, several more runes appeared.
But this time, there were nearly twenty runes drawn in Ye Wu's hands. Obviously, they had exceeded the level of a ninth-grade formation master!
"Oh my god, there are so many formation runes..."
"Could it be that this guy is an eighth-grade formation master?"
"Needless to say, it must be!"
Seeing this scene, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank and they held their breath.
At this moment, in Box 1 on the second floor of the auction, on a large and luxurious bench, a man wearing an apricot robe embroidered with four five-clawed golden dragons was sipping tea and looking at the scene with interest.
The auction table below.
This person's bright eyes, white teeth, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, all exudes the aura of a king who is inferior to ten thousand people and looks down on the world. However, his expression is quite gentle, especially the smile that is always at the corner of his mouth.
It makes people feel inexplicably comfortable and friendly.
"This sword is also weird. Although it is made of spiritual material, it has no inscription. Why does it emit such a sharp energy?"
"Your Highness, I feel that this dagger is not as simple as it looks. There is probably something else inside it!"
Behind the young man, a middle-aged man who was eight feet tall, strong and wearing black armor took a step forward and said respectfully: "I once traveled in my early years and heard that there is a magical method of hiding things among the people.
, to treasure treasures.”
"To treasure a treasure?"
The young man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "You mean, this dagger... is a sword within a sword?"
"I'm just guessing!"
The middle-aged man bowed quickly.
"If this is really the case, how vicious is this man's vision!"
The young man nodded slightly and immediately ordered: "Thank you, go and check this person's background. At such a young age, his eyesight is so vicious, and he is still an eighth-grade formation master. His future is limitless. If you can win him over, what will happen to the people behind me?
The plan is quite useful!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Xie Tian immediately bowed his hands and turned to leave.
At the same time, in Box 2 on the second floor.
On the same large and luxurious bench, the old man in sword robe who had been leaning on it suddenly stood up at this moment, staring closely at Ye Wushuang under the stage, with a bright light shining in his muddy old eyes.
"Array Master, and an eighth-grade formation master!"
The old man looked excited, his whole body trembling slightly, and said slowly: "It has been a hundred years, I at Cangyun Academy have been waiting for a hundred years, and finally we have waited for an formation master!"
"Du Chen, immediately report what happened here back to the academy and inform the dean. The time has come for Cangyun Academy to defeat the Tengjian Sect!"
"Here!"
Standing next to the bench was a young man wearing a blue robe, bowing respectfully, but a hint of evil flashed across his face.
...
At this moment, on the auction stage, as dozens of runes fell, the brand-new body of the dagger began to tremble more violently, and the sharp energy surged in all directions, as if it wanted to strangle everything.
But at this moment, streams of light suddenly spread out from those runes, easily pulling all the sharp sword energy back and forcing it into the body of the dagger.
Bang!
The next moment, the dagger suddenly shook, the runes dissipated, and cracks appeared on the brand new sword body, looking like it was about to be broken into pieces.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.
"Sword, is the blade broken?"
Yao Jiaxuan was also stunned and said in disbelief: "How... is this possible?"
"What's impossible?"
Xu Lang had an expected expression at this moment, and explained proudly: "The formation master's seal carving of inscriptions is not as simple as just casually; the whole process must not only be careful, but also must be done step by step."
"Then someone would be like him and directly carve dozens of inscriptions at the same time? With such a huge power of formation poured into the sword body at the same time, it is strange that the dagger will not crack!"
"Ha ha..."
Hearing this, Zhao Zheng's heart almost lifted to his throat and dropped again.
"I never expected that you, a humble guy, is actually an formation master. No wonder you dared to bet with me so confidently before. It's a pity, it's a pity, even God won't help you!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng took a step forward, glanced at the dagger covered with turtle patterns on the auction table, shook his head repeatedly, and said with a sigh: "Tsk, Ye Wushuang, I thought you could really carve dozens or twenty inscriptions.
I turned this short sword into a high-level spiritual weapon. But the result..."
"Now there are no high-level spiritual weapons, not even spiritual weapons!"
Zhao Zheng was really frightened just now when he saw Ye Wushuang drawing symbols in the air and carving inscriptions on the dagger in public; after all, if Ye Wushuang really carved twenty inscriptions on the dagger, then the dagger was genuine.
A high-level spiritual weapon.
In this case, he is the loser.
What a pity, what a pity!
Seeing Zhao Zheng gasping repeatedly, with a regretful and proud expression, Ye Wushuang looked like an idiot at the moment, and said calmly: "When did I say that I was carving an inscription on this sword?"
What's the meaning?
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Ye Wushuang was too lazy to say anything more. He stepped forward, raised his right hand and tapped the cracked sword lightly.
Ding!
A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the dagger, which was already on the verge of breaking, was completely shattered at this moment.
At the same time, a little ray of light burst out.
An inch-long dagger, as if covered with a layer of scales, with inscriptions all over it, was revealed. It was so sharp and the sword's intent was bone-piercing. Just one look at it made one feel like falling into an ice cave, with stagnant blood and tingling bones; as if
, Invisibly, there is a ghost demon crawling into my heart!
"This is.."
In the No. 1 box, the man who was sitting on the bench calmly crushed the tea cup in his hand with a click and stood up. Starlight flashed in his sword eyes.
"Fish Gut Sword!"
"What?"
Hearing this, another man in black armor standing in the corner, his body almost blending into the surrounding darkness, was suddenly startled, and said with a surprised look: "Fish intestine sword? Could it be the personal sword of Emperor Gaozu?
"
"good!"
"That is what Your Majesty has been dreaming about day and night for many years! Your Majesty, if you can get this sword and present it to Your Majesty, it will surely make His Majesty very happy. By then, His Majesty's plan to deal with the prince..."
"So, this sword must be obtained!"
Hearing this, the young man in the dragon robe directly interrupted the black-armored man and said coldly: "Go and check immediately, who is in the second box? No matter what the price, you must get the Fish Intestine Sword.
!”
"Here!"
The man in black armor bowed respectfully, and his body was hidden in the darkness again.