Liu Cheng, the person in charge of the auction, was also stunned. He never expected that things would develop like this.
I thought that this sword would be easily swatted away by the Song family.
Now Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and suddenly raised the price of the sword to 200 million, and the price continued to increase.
"This kid is crazy! He actually stole something from the Song family."
"Don't he know that the Song family is determined to get any sword auction?"
"This boy has offended the Song family, I'm afraid he will be in trouble."
"I don't know what relationship this kid has with the Zhuge family, but if he offends the Song family, the Zhuge family won't be able to protect him."
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The crowd was talking a lot, thinking that Xu Qingyun was going to be unlucky.
Over at the Song family's seat, Song Xuefei was very anxious. She looked at her brother and then at her savior, Xu Qingyun.
She also didn't expect that her brother would confront her savior.
Now she can't help her brother, nor can she help her savior. It's really a dilemma.
"Three hundred million."
Xu Qingyun raised the bidding sign and quoted the sky-high price in a calm tone.
Although this ice soul sword is good, one or two hundred million is already the peak value, and the price of three hundred million is a bit worthless.
But Xu Qingyun doesn't care. No matter how high the price is, he will get whatever he decides to want.
Song Yi frowned slightly and did not immediately raise his placard to bid this time.
He looked at Xu Qingyun's calm expression, as if he didn't care about the sky-high price.
If the bidding continues like this, even if the Song family finally buys the sword, they will probably suffer a huge loss.
Song Yi didn't know whether the other party really liked this sword or was deliberately going against him.
"Ah Yi, I can help you get this sword within 500 million." Song Bucheng, the head of the Song family, whispered to his son.
We can help win if it's less than 500 million, but the implication is that if it exceeds 500 million, we'll give up.
Song Yi thought for a while and did not continue to raise his placard to bid, but walked onto the auction stage.
Everyone looked at Song Yi in confusion, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Song Yi stood on the stage, looked at Xu Qingyun and said, "I don't know who you are? But since you want this sword, I can give you a chance."
"Take my sword. If you block it, I will give this sword to you; if you cannot block it, this sword belongs to me, and you can no longer fight with me."
As soon as Song Yi said this, there was an uproar in the audience, and everyone looked at Song Yi in surprise.
Unexpectedly, Song Yi would come up with such a way to fight for the sword.
Many people seemed to have seen the result. No one could block Song Yi's sword.
The reason why Song Yi is called Song Yi is because he has a unique sword skill that can defeat the enemy with just one sword.
How could this young man who appeared out of nowhere be Song Yi's opponent?
The person in charge of the auction, Liu Cheng, frowned slightly. What Song Yi did was actually not in line with the rules of the auction, but he was from the Song family and the Song family was powerful, so he couldn't say much.
"Are you going to challenge me?" Xu Qingyun looked at Song Yi and said with a calm expression.
"You can understand it this way." Song Yi said. He also looked dull, but compared with Xu Qingyun, he looked more like facial paralysis.
"Do you think you are qualified to challenge me?" Xu Qingyun's words seemed to be a question, but in fact they were a denial.
"Of course I am qualified. I am Xin Jian Song Yi." When Song Yi said this, although there was no expression on his face, his tone was full of pride.
"I think you are not qualified to challenge me." Xu Qingyun said, "But I can still play with you."
Before Xu Qingyun finished speaking, he tapped his toes on the ground and jumped onto the auction stage lightly.
This free and elegant scene surprised everyone, and some of the family's daughters even had peach blossoms in their eyes and exclaimed that he was so handsome.
Xu Qingyun showed off his skills casually, but inadvertently showed everyone that he was not an ordinary person, but also a warrior with cultivation.
However, everyone did not think highly of him because of this. This kid was too arrogant. Although he had some strength, he was by no means a match for Song Yi, the Heart Sword.
Song Xuefei looked at the two people on the stage anxiously, one was her brother and the other was her savior.
Just now we were bidding, and now we are about to take action.
Whether it was Song Yi or Xu Qingyun, she didn't want anything to happen.
And in her heart, she was actually more worried about Xu Qingyun. She knew her brother's strength very well, and almost no one of his age could rival him.
Although Xu Qingyun also has certain strength, he should not be able to defeat his brother.
Song Xuefei wanted to go on stage to stop the two from fighting, but was stopped by her father Song Bucheng.
"Xue Fei, what are you going to do?" Song Bucheng said with a frown.
"Father, the man on the stage is my savior. As I told you before, he saved me when I was in danger on the snowy mountain."
"I want to stop my brother, but they can't do anything." Song Xuefei said anxiously.
When Song Bucheng heard this, he frowned slightly, glanced at the young man on the stage, and immediately said: "Your brother won't kill him, at most he will suffer some physical pain. Afterwards, I will personally thank him for saving your life."
"How can this be done?!" Song Xuefei shook her head.
"Xue Fei, this matter has affected the Song family's face. You can't do whatever you want." Song Bucheng looked at his daughter with a majestic look and said.
"Father, you!" Song Xuefei was extremely angry, but she had no choice but to stop the two people on the stage from taking action. She was anxious and angry, and was about to cry.
At this moment, an old man who was guarding Song Bucheng suddenly said: "This young man is not simple. The young master may need to be careful."
Song Bucheng was a little surprised when he heard this: "Uncle Song, do you think Ah Yi will lose?"
The old man said slowly: "That's not necessarily the case, just be careful."
"I can't feel any aura of a warrior from that young man, but judging from the skills he showed just now, he is definitely not an ordinary person. If he can keep his momentum under control, his strength should not be too bad."
The old man's name was Song Xueyi, a guest of the Song family. He was powerful and could be regarded as half of Song Yi's master. It was Song Xueyi who taught Song Yi when he was a child, but later he was no longer qualified to teach him.
Song Bucheng looked at the young man on the stage again.
At this time, Liu Cheng and several other auction staff had already stepped down from the auction stage, leaving their seats to Xu Qingyun and Song Yi, lest they get into a fight later and harm them.
"You shouldn't compete with me for this sword." Song Yi looked at Xu Qingyun and said.
"I said the same thing." Xu Qingyun said with a gentle smile.
"Get ready, take my sword."
Song Yi stopped talking nonsense. With a thought, a long white sword flew out and fell into his hand.
The sword is more than three feet long. It is completely white and has a sharp edge. It does not have too many patterns. It is simple and looks ordinary, but in fact it is anything but ordinary.
This is Song Yi's inner sword. In his heart, it is the best sword in the world.