The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

When the brocade handkerchief was finally pulled away, Wang Pu discovered that it turned out to be a magic weapon, a small sword, shining with a dazzling red light. At a glance, he knew it was a fire-attributed magic weapon.

The old man stretched out his hand to pick it up and said, "This is a yellow-grade medium-grade magic weapon made from several pieces of medium-grade flame jade. The red fire sword is very powerful. It can turn into several flame pythons to attack the enemy. It can practice fire-attribute skills." If used by fellow Taoists, the power will increase by three points. The base price of this item is two hundred spirit stones, and the price increase must not be less than ten spirit stones. Okay, is there any fellow daoist who wants this item?"

Suddenly someone in the audience shouted "Two hundred spiritual stones!"

"I'll pay two hundred and one!"

"Two hundred and fifty, I am in urgent need of this magic weapon. Please give it to me."

"Hey, the auction is for spiritual stones. There is no friendship left. Three hundred spiritual stones."

After a fight, the sword was pocketed by a monk at the price of three hundred and fifty spiritual stones.

The first one was a medium-grade yellow-level magic weapon, which made Zhan Nianchuan even more looking forward to the next auction.

According to Wang Yan, the items on the auction list are not final, and there are many precious items that will not be delivered to the auction site until the last day.

The next auction was a white jade ruler, which also caused a lot of competition. In the end, he was captured by a sixth-level Qi Condensation monk with three hundred spirit stones.

Zhan Nianchuan has been watching with a cold eye and found that the prices of items at auctions are generally slightly higher than the normal price. I think this is normal, after all, the atmosphere of auctions is different.

Three hours later, hundreds of items had been auctioned off. When the old man surnamed Yi lifted the brocade handkerchief covering the next auction item, Wang Yan's eyes flashed and she focused firmly on this item.

This was a long sword that was red all over. It was engraved with spiritual patterns and emitted amazing spiritual power fluctuations. Many people were attracted by this long sword, and there was a slight commotion in the place.

Even in several of the cabins above, there were powerful aura fluctuations that could not be suppressed.

Wang Yan secretly complained that she had many competitors.

The old man surnamed Yi stroked his white beard and said with a smile, "This object is called the Red Flame Sword. It is a low-grade Xuan-level offensive weapon. It was refined by my friend Master Mu himself. The main material is the thousand-year red flame crystal stone, and the formation method is used." Master Chen Zizai is inscribing the spirit pattern array. It is difficult to show its power here, but I can guarantee that it will not disappoint everyone. The starting price is four thousand spirit stones, and each increase must not be less than one hundred. Okay, please be interested now. The Taoist friend of the sword bids.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately placed a bid on the high platform, "Four thousand spirit stones."

"I want this, four thousand two!"

"Four thousand and five!"

Seeing so many people fighting for it, Wang Yan's face darkened, she glanced at Zhan Nianchuan, and when he saw that he didn't speak, she gritted her teeth and said, "Five thousand!"

The competition for the Foundation Establishment Realm monks was fierce. It didn't take long for the price to reach a high price of 6,000, which immediately ignited the atmosphere of the whole place. Many low-level monks watched the Foundation Establishment Realm monks compete, their faces full of excitement. , there was a lot of discussion.

"These people are so rich, six thousand low-grade spiritual stones! Six thousand!"

"How else could he be a Foundation Establishment monk? You think he is a poor man like us."

"Looking at this posture, even eight thousand may not be able to take it down."

"Tsk tsk, the happiest thing is this Xuantian Sect, you can get 10% of every item sold."

Old God Yi Xiaosheng stood on the round platform with a smile on the ground and did not continue to yell at the Red Flame Sword. He was sure that in Xuantian Sect, which mainly practiced fire-attribute skills, especially during the period when the conflict between humans and monsters intensified, this Red Flame Sect would The Flame Sword can definitely be sold for a sky-high price.

As expected, after a temporary silence on the high platform above, the next round of fierce bidding began.

"Eight thousand two!" A rich man's voice sounded, instantly pushing the atmosphere to a climax again.

This man did not hide his voice. He undoubtedly wanted to use his status to dominate others. It seemed that he was bound to win the Red Flame Sword.

"Eight thousand three!" A woman's voice sounded immediately, causing the audience to exclaim again. This is already nearly double the normal selling price. Is this year's auction so crazy?

At this time, the woman's voice sounded again, "The person who made the bid just now is the Daoist Fellow of the Beast Control Sect, I am Lingxi Sect Jialan. This item is of great use to me, so please give me some face."

After a moment of silence, a rich man's voice sounded, "Fellow Taoist Jialan, please forgive me, I am also entrusted by others to buy this thing. Please forgive me for not giving in, eight thousand five hundred spiritual stones!"

As soon as the price came out, there was a sudden silence on the high platform above. Even Jialan, who had just made the bid, stopped talking. It seemed that the price was indeed extremely high.

The monks in the audience were talking a lot and were inexplicably excited. At the same time, they were also asking each other about the situation of the two monks. Most of them remained silent, and some monks with profound backgrounds did not care.

"Qiankun, the elder of the Beast Palace of the Beast Control Sect, is in the middle stage of foundation building. This magical weapon was indeed bought for others. His own copper coin magical weapon is a middle-grade Xuan-level weapon."

"Elder Jialan of Lingxi Sect is in the early stage of foundation building. I heard that she will be recruited for this human-monster war."

"It's no wonder. After all, with such a magic weapon in hand, the hope of saving one's life is at least 20% greater."

Wang Yan now has a wry smile on her face. She gritted her teeth and yelled out the price of five thousand spirit stones. Now the price of eight thousand and five thousand spirit stones is so high that it makes her dizzy. She has completely given up on bidding and simply averted her eyes. Look at the red flame sword to avoid scratching your heart with hundreds of claws.

"Hey, I can only watch this sword slip away. That's good. At least I don't have to owe a whole body of spiritual stones." Wang Yan thought bitterly.

"Eight thousand six!"

A calm and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, causing her eyes to suddenly widen and she looked at the young man beside her.

"Buzz~"

The whole place was boiling, and many foundation-building cultivators on the high platform above sat up straight. A low-grade attack magic weapon of the Xuan level was actually priced at 8,600 spirit stones. It was like a dream.

After the noise, the whole place gradually fell into silence, and everyone was waiting for the response of the Beast Taming Sect Elder Qiankun.

"Eight thousand eight! If this fellow Taoist adds more, although I feel deeply unworthy of my friend's trust, I will have to give it up." Although Qiankun looked like he was joking, the threat in his words was unmistakable.

Qiankun himself was powerful, and he basically knew all the cultivators of the five sects who were above the middle stage of foundation building. These cultivators were unlikely to compete for a low-grade magic weapon of the Xuan level. He was sure that it must be an ordinary elder who had just entered the foundation-building stage.

"Nine thousand spirit stones!"

Zhan Nianchuan shouted out a higher price without blinking.

The whole place went wild, everyone was excited, hoping that Qiankun could bid a higher price, so that the two could have a bigger conflict, and at the same time they were wondering who dared to go against Qiankun.

"Humph!" Qiankun snorted coldly and said nothing more.

After a while, seeing that no one was bidding anymore, Yi Xiaosheng, who was very satisfied with the price, announced happily:

"Congratulations to this fellow Taoist, this lower-grade red flame sword is yours, and the next one is another item..."