Chapter 282: The End of the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword
Zhan Ziyang hesitated slightly before agreeing to Cui Yunfei's proposal. Originally, he wanted to refuse, but Cui Yunfei was after all an outstanding disciple of the Nine Gods of War League.
Although he doesn't care about the intimidation of the God of War Alliance, if he refuses, it will embarrass Cui Yunfei in front of everyone, and even cause some unnecessary troubles. Zhan Ziyang doesn't want to cause such trouble, not to mention Cui Yunfei has helped him, so he will treat it as
Return the favor to him
Later, Shan Yun ordered people to deliver the dragon fruit to Cui Yunfei's room. Then, through the induction of the token, he sent the monks from the early stage of Huanying who had sold the alchemy furnace to Zhan Ziyang. After deducting one million of the alchemy furnace,
After paying the fee and a million handling fee, the remaining five million spirit stones and a jade slip from Cui Yunfei were sent to Zhan Ziyang's hands.
Then the auction continued
Shan Yun walked to the side of the woman holding a jade plate in her hand, her eyes revealed a hint of solemnity, and even her breathing became a little quick. He glanced at the many monks below who were also full of expectations, took a deep breath and said: "Fellow Taoists,
, finally this moment has come, I believe you have all vaguely heard about the origin of this magic weapon. He is a failed semi-finished immortal weapon that was refined by the senior of our sect after spending hundreds of years... the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword!
"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Yun made a strong force and lifted up the red cloth on the plate in an instant.
A crystal-clear flying sword, as bright as crystal, no bigger than a palm, without a hilt, suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Along with a shocking sword energy, everyone in the illusion array suddenly stopped breathing.
, even the disciples from the Nine Great Schools couldn’t help but be moved, with greed in their eyes.
This Ice Soul Cold Light Sword was made by the Great Elder of the Refining Pavilion. He collected rare treasures from all over the world and spent hundreds of years refining it. Although it ended in failure and did not reach the level of a low-grade fairy weapon, it was made in a certain period.
To some extent, the power of this flying sword still exceeds that of the best spiritual weapon.
This is also the rare treasure that many monks who participated in this auction are looking forward to. At the same time, everyone is full of respect for the great elder of the Artifact Refining Pavilion who can refine this semi-finished flying sword.
If it weren't for the limitations of the materials in the world of cultivation, and if it weren't for the aura of the world of cultivation that couldn't brew an immortal weapon, the mysterious elder's weapon-refining achievements alone would be enough to make him proud of the entire world of cultivation.
Zhan Ziyang's eyes were fixed on the flying sword for a moment, and his heart was filled with waves. Even though the flying sword was only a semi-finished product and a failed work, the words "immortal weapon" were enough to make his heart flutter.
Without time to think, and without waiting for Shan Yun to finish introducing the flying sword, Zhan Ziyang said directly: "Five million medium-grade spiritual stones."
This is all his belongings, and he just got it from the auction of dragon fruit. If someone can exceed this price, then he can only give up. Although he already has an answer to the price of this flying sword, it is definitely not five hundred.
Ten thousand middle-grade spiritual stones can be obtained, but Zhan Ziyang still can't help but want to participate.
Shan Yun glanced at the golden number plate with the number nine in embarrassment, and shook his head helplessly. He wanted to introduce this flying sword first, but he didn't expect that Zhan Ziyang would be so anxious to tell him the price.
I suppressed all my words
However, Shan Yun didn't care. Even without his explanation, everyone could know the preciousness of this flying sword, so he simply kept silent and let everyone increase the price at will.
"Seven million medium-grade spiritual stones" Without thinking, Dong Feng and Zhan Ziyang in the VIP room No. 12 reported the price.
In the VIP Room No. 6 of "Eighty Thousand High-Grade Spiritual Stones", sitting next to Yue Wumeng, dressed as a scribe, Renault, the son of the head of the Shaoyu Palace, casually quoted a price. But what is weird is that his
But her eyes were always fixed on the tray in the last woman's hand, as if she didn't think much of the half-finished artifact.
Immediately afterwards, other monks in the VIP rooms with golden number plates reported their prices. In just a few breaths, the price soared to 200,000 high-grade spiritual stones, equivalent to two
Tens of millions of medium-grade spiritual stones
"As expected of a person with a great background behind him, I have never seen a top-grade spiritual stone in my life." A monk in the early stages of becoming a god sighed helplessly as he listened to the occasional price increases coming from various VIP rooms.
a sentence
Even other people felt as if they were in another world. The current price was no longer within their reach. Even just listening to the sound of the high-grade spiritual stone almost made their hearts stop beating.
Zhan Ziyang's expression didn't change much. He had already guessed that this would be the result. Although he didn't know the origins of the characters in the other VIP rooms, he could guess that even if they were not disciples from the Nine Great Guests,
He must also have strength that is not weaker than Yuan Mingzong
Otherwise, there would not have been such a fierce bidding. You must know that even Dong Feng, who has always been arrogant, chose to withdraw after adding tens of millions of mid-grade spiritual stones. That was already the limit of their Yuan Ming Sect, and it would be impossible to continue.
It will only hurt the foundation of Yuan Mingzong, not to mention other people
In the end, the half-finished fairy weapon, the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword, was bid for by the woman in the VIP Room No. 30, who had millions of high-grade spiritual stones.
At this point, the competition for the flying sword has officially ended. However, the people in the illusion array did not leave. Instead, they all looked at the last jade plate in confusion.
The same is true for Zhan Ziyang. His eyes have never left the jade plate in the hand of the last woman after the flying sword. He can put it at the end. According to his understanding, the items in the final auction are not ordinary magic weapons, even those
A semi-finished artifact may not be comparable
But Shan Yun glanced at the many monks in the clouds below in a strange way, and then scanned the many number plates that were lit up one by one, and then reached out and opened the jade plate in the hand of the last young woman.
What is surprising is that where is the amazing magic weapon, it turns out to be a piece of worthless parchment.
This made everyone on the clouds of the phantom formation, who had been waiting full of hope, suddenly filled with disappointment.
Even Zhan Ziyang was like this. He thought it would be some amazing treasure, but he didn't want it to be just an ordinary piece of parchment.
Taking a strange look at the parchment, Zhan Ziyang secretly guessed what the origin of this parchment was, otherwise it would not have been put up for sale at the end of the auction.
"One map, no reserve price, fellow Taoists, feel free to bid." Shan Yun started the bidding without any introduction, or even the price.
"Mr. Shan Yun, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?" A monk asked in confusion.
"That's right, Senior Shan Yun, how can you ask us to bid without a reserve price, and what kind of map is this? You don't want to introduce me to it?" Another person full of doubts spoke up.
"Shan Yun, you and I have known each other for a long time. What's the intention behind this?" asked a man with a similar level of cultivation to Shan Yun and who seemed quite familiar with him.
Many monks in the illusion formation were all doubtful and asked Shan Yun what his intention was in doing this.
But what is quite surprising is that no matter how the people on the clouds below asked, Shan Yun just smiled and shook his head.
He even looked at them with a strange look, as if it contained some kind of information, and then looked at the numbers on the number plates that were always on, and said in his heart: "You must not be greedy, I have already
I’ve warned you, if there is any danger, you won’t have to blame others.”
Zhan Ziyang's eyes were fixed on the map in the jade plate held by the girl on the colorful clouds. He frowned and said to himself: "There is no introduction, the secrets in this are very deep."
At the same time, many monks in the illusion array suddenly became silent, as if they didn't care about this map. However, if you can see the solemn expressions on the faces of the other distinguished guests, you can see
Show how much they care about this map
After half a stick of incense, there was still silence in the illusion array. The doubts in Zhan Ziyang's heart gradually became serious. He glanced at the people on the clouds below and found that they were almost the same as him. Their hearts were full of suspicion, but no one dared to
Speaking out, his eyes occasionally glanced at the golden number plates that lit up, and he was wary of Shan Yun's warning.
They are all monks who have been cultivating for a long time, so they will naturally understand the warnings from the strange looks in Shan Yun's eyes. Except for those with unusual backgrounds in the VIP room, this map can be obtained. If anyone else wants to get involved, they must
Life or death
Zhan Ziyang also understood the meaning in Shan Yun's eyes, so he carefully chose to keep silent. Although he was not afraid of threats, it did not mean that he was reckless and participated in it even though he knew there was danger.
After a cup of tea, it seemed that someone finally couldn't hold it any longer. A clear and sweet female voice, like an oriole singing, but with a hint of coldness, floated out from behind the number plate.
"Since none of the senior brothers want to speak first, then I, Liu Han, representing the Hidden Immortal Valley, will be the first to bid, one hundred low-grade spiritual stones. What do you senior brothers think?"
As the voice of the woman in VIP Room No. 6 came out, everyone on the clouds below suddenly became shocked.
This is because this woman named Liu Han is one of the nine great disciples of Xiazhou and Jizhou in China. She is an outstanding contemporary disciple of Yinxian Valley. She even far surpasses Cui Yunfei in terms of cultivation. She has entered the realm in just a hundred years.
, middle stage of becoming a god
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