Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

This ancient sword is one of the finale of this auction.

The sword is no more than three feet long, and it has mottled rust on it, but through the streamer light on the blade, one can feel the extraordinaryness of the sword.

"Everyone should know that in the ancient times, my Western Xinjiang was also very famous in the world of practice, and great cultivators appeared frequently."

"It was only later that the chaos continued and the Spiritual Qi was worn out too much, and my Western Xinjiang fell from the practice of Sacred Land to this point."

The shopkeeper of Yuntai Xiange looked around, and then stretched out his finger to the ancient sword in front of him: "This sword was discovered in a large cultivator Immortal Cave. After tens of thousands of years, this sword still shines."

His words caused many practitioners below to tremble with excitement.

Swords that have not been rotted for tens of thousands of years, this is a treasure!

It's just that the older ones shook their heads slightly.

"The older the sword, the better, especially the sword that has been stored for a long time and has not been properly nurtured, and the spiritual material has lost its strength." Shopkeeper He, who was sitting beside Bai Suzhen, said in a low voice.

Bai Suzhen nodded.

She has come into contact with such ancient swords, and she really can only look at it.

"This thing is actually quite good as a collection." The teacher Sun Tu beside Han Muye said softly.

collect.

This kind of swords with an asking price of 10,000 Spirit Stones is used for collection. It is really only possible for people with good money to do it.

When the price of swords reached 10,000 Spirit Stones, most of the people below lost their minds to compete.

This is not something ordinary Rogue Cultivators can play, and for some family cultivators, Spirit Stones can't be spent on useless swords.

There were several token bids, and the final price came to nothing at 13,000 Spirit Stones.

In the attic, Cao E looked at the ancient sword and said in a low voice: "The art of refining weapons that was passed down in ancient times is no worse than it is now. This sword can not rot for decades, there must be its magic."

She paid the price of 13,000 Spirit Stones.

Seeing that no one raised the price, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The Cao family is now relatively difficult, and every piece of Spirit Stones cannot be wasted.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below: "Fourteen thousand Spirit Stones."

Cao E was stunned, and looked down at the bidding position.

"Senior Brother Han..."

At this time, there were still people bidding, the venue was silent, and then looked back.

It's him!

Many people's eyes flashed with light.

Is there anything special about this sword?

This is a strongman who can directly sell 100,000 Spirit Stones with a sword of 5,000 Spirit Stones.

Could this fancy sword have a big secret?

"This fellow daoist, what's wrong with this sword?" The middle-aged 40-year-old sitting in front of Han Muye turned his head and looked at him.

"At Xiahe Lingdao Gate, Zuo Sandao, please ask fellow daoist to explain his doubts."

As soon as Zuo Sandao made a sound, many people came to see him.

Ordinarily, in the auction venue, such questions should not be asked when the dust is uncertain.

But at this time, many people were really curious, and they all looked at Han Muye.

"What's special?"

"Maybe there is."

Han Muye stood up and walked to the high platform: "Swords with years of precipitation, don't they look very charming when placed on a desk in a quiet room?"

The years have settled.

flavor.

Many people in the venue were full of strange expressions.

"Hmph, it's just a rich second generation with some stinky money." Someone whispered, with envy in their eyes.

Still rich.

"This kid is young, but he has good taste." Some older people smiled and nodded when they heard Han Muye speak.

Still rich.

Han Muye, who walked up the high platform, came to the wooden frame and looked down at the sword.

If you get close, you can see that the sword is covered with countless cracks.

No wonder the shopkeeper of Yuntai Xiange did not set the reserve price high, this sword really can only be regarded as a collection.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed the hilt of the long sword.

"I would like to bid 16,000 Spirit Stones." Someone suddenly spoke out from the audience.

Han Muye's hand paused and turned to look down the stage.

Fengyun Jianzong, the eldest grandson.

"Brother, I like this sword too, give it to me, how about it?"

Changsun Su cupped his hands towards Han Muye and chuckled.

Fengyun Jianzong is not a small Sect.

Sixteen thousand Spirit Stones is not a decimal.

Changsunsu looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"No."

Han Muye's words surprised Changsun Su for a moment.

On the stage, Han Muye's palm was already gripping the hilt of the sword.

A faint trace of Sword Qi was poured into the blade, and then one after another dark images flashed in Han Muye's mind.

It's a pity that this sword is too old, and those pictures are all dark and dim.

Just as Han Muye was about to lift the long sword, he heard a click, and the long sword shattered into countless pieces.

Broken.

Under the stage, the irritated Changsun Su was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Thank you Xiongtai for helping me save this Spirit Stones."

Hearing his words, many others in the audience also smiled.

This kind of ancient artifact is like this, maybe if you touch it, it will be smashed in your hand.

Han Muye shook his head, held the half of the sword hilt in his hand, and said to the attendant handyman standing beside him, "What are you doing? Wrap it up for me, not a single piece will be missing."

After he finished speaking, he put a bunch of Spirit Stones in front of the stage, put his hands behind his back, and walked straight off the stage with a sullen face.

On the field, many people bowed their heads and chuckled.

Anyone who smashed 15,000 or 6,000 Spirit Stones would be in a bad mood.

At this time, no one noticed that Han Muye's hand holding the hilt of the sword never loosened, and there was a faint Sword Qi infusion.

Back at his seat, Han Muye sat silently.

"Senior Brother Han, it's not like that, it's just ten thousand pieces of Spirit Stones." Bai Suzhen said with a smile.

"Just treat it as a waste of a pot of pills." Bai Suzhen thought it was funny when Han Muye missed a rare chance.

As for the lost Spirit Stones, as she said, it was only 10,000 pieces.

Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, "I don't have any medicine pills that have been refined."

After speaking, without waiting for Bai Suzhen to reply, she slowly closed her eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was angry because the sword was broken.

It's just that no one knows that at this time, his mind has sunk in the Divine Treasure.

"Little friend, thank you very much."

In Han Muye's sanctuary, an old man with white beard and white hair in a white robe bowed gently.

"Is senior really someone from thousands of years ago?"

Han Muye's voice resounded in the sanctuary.

In the divine treasure, the white-bearded old man looked at Sword Qi, the faint soul around him, and shrank his head slightly: "Yes, Pindao Dayan, according to the little friend, it is indeed 10,000 years ago."

"What senior said, Taoist treasures and sword pills are all true?"

Han Muye's soulful voice resumed.

"Hehe, of course it's true." Daoist laughed lightly, then looked at the top of his head and said, "As long as the little friend takes me to the place where I sat in the past, my remnant soul has a chance to be reincarnated, and all the treasures will be handed over to me. little friend."

"Okay." Han Muye's voice trembled, and then Daoist's remnant soul phantom dissipated.

"The treasure of ten thousand years ago, promised to be so straightforward, this senior, is not a sincere person..." Han Muye's voice contained a hint of emotion in the treasure.

...

The auction continued, and most of the treasures were snapped up.

Bai Suzhen also shot and photographed a few quite good treasures, one of which was a Magical Item, which was in the collection of the Tailing Sword Sect and had already been born with an artifact spirit.

This Magical Item Bai Suzhen spent more than 200,000 Spirit Stones to get it.

This makes many young practitioners shine in the eyes.

No one needs a female nun who can spend money like this, right?

"Senior Brother Han, I'm not sure about this sword, please help me." Bai Suzhen turned to look at Han Muye, and said in a low voice.

What was being auctioned on the stage at this time was a treasured sword of the Tailing Sword School, the peak of the semi-spiritual weapon, and the price had been raised to 250,000 Spirit Stones.

"What's so beautiful about this sword?"

The teacher Sun Tu, who was sitting on the side, pouted and said, "The swords that came out of the secret vault have already been figured out."

What he said was true.

If you want to pick up leaks, it's also the kind of trail.

The price of this treasure in the big Sect secret vault is very transparent.

On the stage, several practitioners have gone up to investigate swords.

Anyone who bids more than 200,000 yuan is cautious. Just relying on the description of the shopkeeper of Yuntai Xiange to explain how the sword is not comparable to investigating it yourself.

Everyone on the stage surrounded Cao E.

The sword is also in her hand.

After all, it is the elite direct line of the refining family.

"This sword forging technique uses ice and fire to congeal the shape, and Muyang Jin is added to make the sword's properties mild."

"There is a spirit in the sword. If you keep it warm and nurtured, Sword Qi will nurture people, and people will nurture swords. It is indeed a good sword."

A trace of emotion flashed on Cao E's face, then she looked up and looked down.

"Senior Brother Han, if you say that I still have some experience in refining weapons, and swordsmanship, I will be ugly in front of you."

Cao E had a sincere look on her face and smiled.

The person's surname is Han.

Good at swordsmanship.

The people in the field suddenly knew Han Muye.

No wonder the eldest lady of the Bai family would walk with this person, probably just to take advantage of this person's sword skills, right?

It's just that the ancient sword just now, this person missed.

But then again, as for the ancient sword, no one can be sure.

"Senior Brother Han, can we go take a look?" Bai Suzhen stood up and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and got up to go on stage with her.

The teacher Sun Tu, who was sitting on the side, whispered softly: "Jiu Xuan Jianmen knows swords? Could it be from the sword pavilion?"

"Isn't that true? Isn't Gao Changgong in charge of Jiange?"

"Interesting, I'll see what kind of flowers this kid can play with the sword."

As he spoke, he raised his head indistinctly to look at the hanging window attic on the side.

In the attic, Patriarch Tao Ran frowned.

"Old Monster Tu? Why is this guy here?"

"Is this guy also interested in Boy Han's Talent?"

Beside him, a middle-aged practitioner wearing a green robe bowed slightly: "Patriarch, do you want to take down this sword?"

"If I make a move from Jiuxuantian Pavilion, no one will fight for this sword."

Hearing the middle-aged practitioner in Qingpao speak, Patriarch Tao Ran shook his head: "What's the point of contending with such swords?"

"It's the starry sky. When I polish it, you can sell it."

"Old Ancestor, rest assured, we must treat these treasures as the treasures of the store." The middle-aged Qingpao said with a smile on his face and bowed.

The value of the stars in the sky that the ancestors personally polished must be doubled and doubled.

"Stinky boy, there are quite a few doorways." Ancestor Tao Ran muttered, his eyes fell on the stage.

Han Muye has reached out to take the sword that Cao E handed over.

Holding the hilt in his hand, his eyes slowly closed.

A faint Sword Qi circulated and ascended from the sword.

Han Muye would not let go of such an open and honest opportunity to absorb Sword Qi.

What's more, in this sword weapon, there is still half a sword intent!

"The body of the sword is three feet long and weighs eight catties and five taels. It was forged by Qingyuan iron, using the technique of forging the mountains and rivers of Wenwu."

"This technique has always been known for its prudence and gentleness. To put it bluntly, it is what Miss Cao said about the formation of water and fire."

"Muyangjin is used on the edge of the sword, so that Sword Qi is locked on the body of the sword, and will not damage the person wearing the sword."

Han Muye's voice was soft, not hurried.

Everyone around nodded.

Although what she said is actually similar to that of Miss Cao's family, she also has her own opinions.

The picture in Han Muye's mind kept changing, and Sword Qi Sword intent closed.

"Just have you ever thought about who wears a sword and needs to block Sword Qi to avoid injury?"

"You really dare to buy this sword?"