Many swordsmen turned their gaze to Leng Jian with a "swish". However, before they could be surprised, they heard Cheng Zifeng in the VIP private room shouting proudly: "Seven hundred thousand!"
"Eight hundred thousand!"
Before everyone's eyes could stop on Cheng Zifeng, they moved back to Leng Jian in a "swish".
"Nine hundred thousand." Leng Jian shouted lightly, no more or more.
At this moment, everyone in the hall used to being surnamed to turn their eyes back to Cheng Zifeng, waiting for the expected shouting.
Cheng Zifeng still looked at the hall with a proud expression, but his heart was rumbling. If he increased the price by himself to one million taels of silver, these guys must have been in vain, but I spent so much money to buy a hairpin? Is it worth it?
Although I am very rich, I have also removed some of it at once!
Cheng Zifeng couldn't even imagine how much money would have left him!
On the face, Cheng Zifeng smiled proudly and said, "I don't want it."
Many swordsmen did not expect that what they were waiting for was this sentence, and they immediately looked at Cheng Zifeng with some surprise.
"It's over?" someone murmured.
"He said he didn't want it, of course it's over." Someone sighed with a little regret: "It's a pity that it's less than one million, otherwise even our Fenghua City would be difficult to buy this price!"
With a bang, An Tingfei's wooden hammer fell down and announced loudly: "Congratulations to this young master, he slapped the swordsman's hairpin for 900,000 taels of silver."
Seeing that the staff began to hand over the property with Leng Jian, Cheng Zifeng stood at the VIP room window, but he really saw Leng Jian taking out a large stack of silver notes in his sleeve, counting them up, then took out nine pieces, and exchanged them for the hairpin from the staff.
Hiss! Cheng Zifeng immediately took a breath of air conditioning. When did Leng Jian get rich again? But even if his family has money, the industrial value accounts for the majority. If it were cash, even in the past, he would not have been able to give out so much money?
Zhu Fangfang, who was beside him, also looked at the cold sword counting money in surprise. The posture was so cool, but it was useless to have more money. In this sword world, his sword path was not far away at all. Even the men around me were behind him to nowhere. Can he catch up? Can he survive this trial? Alas! Why bother?
The young master is really willing to spend so much money to buy it for him! Qing'er happily played with her hairpin, and she felt that her heart was about to jump out of her heart, and she directly ignored the envious and jealous eyes that Zhu Fangfang cast.
"Haha..." Cheng Zifeng laughed proudly: "Spend so much money to buy a hairpin? I think you are so full and you are so full. You are not what you do. I think you are just a group of mindless food!"
Lu Ming ignored the sarcasm of this villain and said lightly: "You can't even spend money, how can you make money!"
After Lu Ming said that, he took the hairpin in Qing'er's hand, pressed it hard with his hands, and with a click, the exquisite hairpin popped up in half, revealing a very thin piece of paper inside.
"Huh? What's going on? Why can this hairpin be opened?" Several swordsmen around him immediately came over.
Zhuoligetu's huge body stood directly beside Lu Ming, separated those who wanted to come, then reached out and pulled it open the tiny note. It was densely covered with small words, and read it immediately: "I have been obsessed with swordsmanship all my life, and there is nothing left to my future generations. This set of 9981 styles [Changhong Sword Technique] is the crystallization of my life's energy. Now it is put into this hairpin, waiting for those who are destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be de
When Zhuo Ligetu read this, he immediately put the small note into his mind and looked around like a thief. The fat big hand had already subconsciously started to touch the sword.
"Sword Technique? The Sword Saint's Experience?" Everyone in the auction hall was surprised. "I didn't expect that there was a set of sword techniques hidden in it, and it was also a sword technique created by a powerful sword in the Sword Saint realm, and the experience of successfully rushing to the Sword Saint realm. That was summarized by the Sword Saint powerful! This value..." As the man said, he could not calculate it.
"The sword technique of the powerful swordsman is a priceless treasure! Even if you have money, you can't buy it! The experience of the swordsman is what any swordsman dreams of!"
"Yes, it seems that what she said in the end 'just to be destined for the people' means. After all, even if she was in her former sect for a long time, no one noticed it. Moreover, the auction house inspected the goods when auctioning the items, and they did not find it. But today, this rich young master discovered it. Do you think this is destined?"
"In this kind of thing, having money or not is one aspect, and eyesight is the most important thing!" Everyone sighed.
Host An Tingfei looked at Lu Ming with a wry smile on his face. At first, he was secretly happy that he was still selling a watermelon and collected half a sesame seeds, which made a huge loss!
Lu Ming looked at Cheng Zifeng and Zhu Fangfang's constipated face and smiled indifferently: "Look, right? Just say that the two holes under your two eyebrows are vent holes, not eyes at all. Even if they are eyes, they are still eyes without beads. Otherwise, why can't you see such a good thing? At your level, I see that your level of sword practice is average."
Chapter 4
In the wide hall of the auction house, everyone turned their heads or stood up, staring at the small note in Zhuo Ligetu's hand in shock, as if even this was the case, they could find something from it. However, not long after, many of them had scarlet blood lines filled with their eyes, as if a bunch of rabbits suddenly appeared in the crowd.
In a slightly dark corner, a middle-aged man dressed in adventurer looked at the note, looked at Lu Ming, and murmured: "This kid's luck is really... so too..." As for what his luck was, he thought about it for a while, but could not describe it.
A short and black adventurer next to the middle-aged man approached him and whispered: "Brother, these guys are very average in strength, not as good as us..."
Seeing his hand stretching out a hand and cutting it hard, the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned cold: "Do you forget where this place is? This is an auction house, and the backer behind it is the state government office. Do you want to cause trouble for me? Here, you must always forget this topic and sit back!"
After being scolded by the boss, the adventurer suddenly remembered the incident of an adventurer team being wiped out silently, which made him sweat coldly and dared not say anything again.
"Sword Saint's Sword Technique? Sword Saint's Experience?" In the VIP Room on the second floor, a Jiansheng looked downstairs in shock with his eyes, but his right hand was directly placed on the sword placed horizontally on the table, and then a wide hand pressed his arm.
"Senior Brother..." The young man turned around and saw that it was his senior brother who kept pressing his arm calmly, and said with a serious expression: "Senior Brother, although you and I are a great man in the city, our luck is not as good as that little white-faced. Judging from our current situation, it is absolutely impossible for us to have the opportunity to contact us for a long time, so we must not let go of this opportunity now. Make a quick decision, Senior Brother!"
"Junior brother, I know your mood, but we must put the overall situation first." The handsome senior brother gently handed him a cup of tea and said, "We are here to participate in the trial now. Although it is not under the jurisdiction of the government office, the rules of the sword hall are not something we can bear."
"But senior brother, the Sword Saint is definitely a strong person in the entire Sword Qi Continent. If we gain experience and sword skills, we will take a shortcut in our swordsmanship. Should we let this opportunity go now?" Jiansheng looked unwilling.
"Haha, junior brother, how could I let go of the opportunity?" The senior brother took a sip of tea and said, "What are we here to do? By the way, it's a trial, so in the trial, everything can be solved very well."
"It's still the senior brother who thinks deeply." The Jiansheng pressed his heart and looked at Lu Ming and others with his eyes. He raised his head and drank all the tea. Then he breathed out a very comfortable breath and thought to himself: "These people's realm is not very good, and there are only five people. So what I want during the trial is not enough? Senior brother, he is the real master of Yifeng's sword!"
For a moment, only a few people in the hall were still immersed in shock, and whispered almost everywhere. They bought the swordsman's sword skills and experience for 900,000 taels of silver. This was almost non-existent on the sword energy continent, and these people had to be envious and jealous.
Lu Ming sat steadily, very calm. In the whole hall, he was the only one who could still calm down. Not to mention Leng Jian and others, even the host An Tingfei was completely stunned. He intuitively flew into the hands of others, and it flew out of his own hands.
Lu Ming had a faint smile on his face, and everyone's movements in the hall were firmly captured by the sword marks he released. Everything was as expected. These people would never dare to attack him during the trial stage of the sword hall. And during the trial, Lu Ming could completely regard it as his home.
Bang! The violent sound of the collision between the porcelain and the floor scared almost everyone. Many guilty people thought that the sound was a hint, so they drew their swords directly, looked at the source of the sound with the sword, and looked at it. Several of them were even too nervous. As soon as the sound sounded, they crawled under the table.
Lu Ming raised a small curve in the corner of his eyebrows, and followed the others to look over and looked at the VIP room where the villain was. (To be continued.)