I just planted a demon on the saint, how can I become a villain?

The entire auction was silent, and everyone was waiting for the finale treasure to appear on the stage.

The previous treasures are already very rare in the outside world, so it is conceivable that as the finale auction item, it must be even more precious.

Yi Haoran and Wu Bisheng who had just slipped down to rest in desperation slipped back quietly and sat in their original positions.

Wu Bisheng looked helpless, and whispered: "Brother Haoran, listen to my advice, let's leave immediately after the auction is over, don't be impulsive."

He is now sitting on pins and needles, afraid that Yi Haoran will cause trouble at the auction due to an impulse.

If the time comes to implicate him again, then he really can't even find a place to cry.

The crimson in Yi Haoran's eyes dissipated a bit, but there were still a lot of bloodshot left, making him look extremely hideous.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Brother Wu, don't worry, I'm calm now, I just want to see who is in Box No. [-]. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and I will definitely get back this face!"

Wu Bisheng relaxed for a while, and complimented: "You're right, brother Haoran, with your talent and strength, it's not a problem to win the position of the Holy Son, and it won't be too late to find the place at that time!"

Hearing this, Yi Haoran finally looked better. He stared at the position of Box No. [-], then at Gongsun Ling on the stand, and secretly gritted his teeth:

"Sooner or later, I will make all those who bullied me regret it!"

The corner of Wu Bisheng's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

If I give you some paint, you will open a dyeing workshop, right?

It is not certain whether you can become the Holy Son of the Holy Land in the Beginning!

A gloomy light flashed in Wu Bisheng's eyes.

He naturally has ideas about the position of the Holy Son, after all, this time the Holy Son is selected, and every inner disciple has a chance.

Then why can't it be him?

But thinking of this, Wu Bisheng felt a little melancholy.

Originally, he planned to buy a good treasure and add some hole cards before the Holy Land Competition, but he missed all the auctions just now...

It's all to blame this bastard Yi Haoran!

Wu Bisheng was so angry that he couldn't help but curse secretly.

While the two were talking,

on the auction block,

The stunning girl named Xiao Qi moved lightly with lotus steps, walked up to the stage, and brought up a wooden plate in her plain hand.

The wooden plate was covered with a red cloth, and there was a slight bump on the red cloth, which seemed inconspicuous.

Xiao Qi went all the way to Gongsun Ling's side and stood there.

Gongsun Ling smiled slightly, facing the monks, and said softly:

"This is tonight's finale treasure, let me keep it a secret, let everyone observe it first, and then tell its base price and name."

This violation of the normal auction process aroused everyone's curiosity.

However, this kind of red cloth is made of special materials, and engraved with complex inscription formations, they can't do it even if they want to use their spiritual sense to spy.

He could only widen his eyes and watch Gongsun Ling lift up the red cloth bit by bit with all his attention.

In box eight,

Qin Mu was amazed.

"Your young pavilion master is really not easy, this sense of expectation is really full of him."

It's fine not to mention the name and the reserve price. The most annoying thing is that he didn't open all of them at once, but opened them little by little, as if in slow motion.

He obviously didn't say a word, but he attracted the audience's attention.

A girl smiled lightly: "Young Pavilion Master is indeed very powerful, and our old Pavilion Master often praises him that much."

As the red cloth was pulled apart, the things covered under gradually revealed their true form.

A brown diamond-shaped square appeared in front of everyone.

At first glance, there is nothing strange about this square piece, it is ordinary, with many grooves and cracks on it, as if it is a piece of bark picked up by the roadside.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that there is nothing strange about it.

Everyone looked left and right, and even used the magical power of the pupil technique, but they still couldn't see why.

"This... what is this thing?"

"Looks like a fragment of a weapon, but not sure what it is."

"I think it should be the bark from some kind of ancient spirit tree."

"No, there is no plant smell on it, and it can't be bark."

"It's strange, my sword seems to be trembling, and I seem to be very afraid of this fragment..."

"Hey, mine seems to be too..."

Everyone exchanged and discussed in low voices, and gradually discovered some unusual places.

Gongsun Ling smiled slightly, and began to uncover the mystery of this fragment.

"Actually, everyone is right. This fragment is from the ancient spirit treasure... the Xuantian Sword!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar.

"It turned out to be this ancient spirit treasure!?"

"Xuantian Immortal Vine! No wonder it doesn't smell like a plant at all. It turns out to be the only immortal vine in the world!"

"This is a spirit treasure comparable to a fairy weapon! It actually appeared in the three-year auction?"

"Who said it wasn't? It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise I would have missed it!"

"Xuantian Sword... If I remember correctly, it disappeared with the fall of Master Xuantian 10 years ago. I didn't expect there are still fragments left in the world..."

"Unfortunately, there is only one fragment..."

"Hey, let's be content. The catastrophe 10 years ago swept across the entire Canglan Continent. It was so dark that the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark. I heard that the void was shattered. There is only one fragment left." Not bad..."

"It's true, the catastrophe that year was too tragic..."

This fragment of Xuantian Sword aroused the emotions of many monks, and they couldn't help sighing repeatedly.

However, the eyes of more monks are bright, and their breath is a little heavy.

This is the Xuantian Sword that can rival the Immortal Artifact!

Even if there is only one fragment now, it is an unimaginable opportunity for them.

Looking at the excited crowd, Gongsun Ling smiled slightly, and said calmly in a slightly cold tone:

"Everyone, don't be so excited, this fragment is not as powerful as you think now."

"According to the judgment of our Wanbaoge appraiser, this fragment may have lost all its spirituality back then, and after 10 years of baptism, it now has nothing strange or usable except for its solidity."

"The only thing that is still valuable is that the fragment contains a trace of the true meaning of Xuantian's sword. Of course, this fragment itself also has a certain collection value, it depends on how you define it in your heart."

Gongsun Ling's words chilled everyone's hearts, and many people showed a look of sudden realization.

It turned out that what was auctioned was not the piece of the Xuantian Sword itself, but the true meaning of the way of the sword contained in it.

No wonder it appeared in the triennial auction.

At this moment, many monks retreated. After all, they are not sword cultivators, and it is of little use to ask for the true meaning of the way of the sword.

But even if they didn't retreat, they couldn't afford it, and the target of Wanbao Pavilion was not them.

Gongsun Ling glanced at those VIP boxes, and said loudly:

"Xuantian Sword Fragments, the base price is 1000 million low-grade spirit stones, and each price increase must not be less than [-] low-grade spirit stones."