"Something weird-"
While Zong Shou was pondering, there were already bids below. It drove directly to the two hundred and third level beast crystal, and then kept climbing up until it reached the number four hundred, and then it slowed down.
This is close to the normal price of this Black Wave Sword, and there are only a few people who continue to follow the price, and they are all within a few boxes.
Zong Shou glanced at the sword again, and when no one bid again, he made a 'nine' gesture towards Yin Yang.
Although Yin Yang was a little surprised when he saw this, he had no intention of disobeying Zong Shou's wishes. But I haven't had time to speak yet. Chuxue had already excitedly rushed to the window and said: "My young master said, the nine hundred and third-level beast crystal!"
In an instant, countless inquisitive eyes looked around from inside the teahouse. There wasn't much surprise, but each of them had a different look in their eyes.
There are many third-order spirit beasts in the world. However, it takes decades of accumulation to condense qualified third-level beast crystals. Often when they condense, these spirit beasts have reached the peak of the third level.
Therefore, although there are many secret martial arts masters who specialize in hunting and killing spirit beasts for a living, even if they spend their whole lives, the number will only be five or six hundred at most.
Nine hundred third-level beast crystals are already nearly twice as powerful as the Black Wave Sword. It’s enough to buy a well-refined first-order spiritual sword.
And most of the eyes that looked over were filled with contempt. The same goes for Zong Ling not far away. He stared at me with a look like 'You're really stupid'.
Zong Shou ignored it and waited for the result quietly. After a few interest rates, no one quoted. The old man was ready to give up and wait any longer.
Another deep voice sounded from downstairs: "One thousand and three levels of beast crystal!"
Zong Shou looked around and saw that the person who spoke was the middle-aged man in black sitting alone in the corner.
At this moment, everyone in the teahouse already had expressions of surprise on their faces. Strangely enough, when Zong Shou quoted a price of nine hundred, everyone regarded him as an idiot. But when this middle-aged man in black raised the price to one thousand, no one dared to look down upon him. Instead, he looked at the sword carefully again, trying to find what was special about it.
Shaking his head secretly, Zong Shou didn't hesitate much and stretched out five fingers towards Chu Xue again.
Chuxue immediately understood and shouted out the window again: "Five thousand third-level beast crystals!"
This time, most of the rich gentry here can't breathe. Many people here have life savings of less than one-tenth of this price.
Five thousand beast crystals are more than enough to buy the lives of three or five innate martial arts masters.
I don’t know who was in the box. Just for this mediocre sword, I reported this frightening number.
The middle-aged man in black was unmoved. He pondered for a few breaths before speaking again: "Five thousand one!"
Zong Shou grinned and extended an index finger towards Chu Xue to shake.
But this time, Yin Yang was not the only one who frowned. Even Chuxue was a little hesitant. Being stared at by Zong Shou, he was out of breath and managed to speak: "Ten thousand level three beast crystals!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Ling in the box over there couldn't help but yelled: "Zong Shou, I think you are crazy! We have seven million tribesmen and three thousand secret martial arts masters in Tianshan, and we only hunt two or three people a year. There are only one hundred thousand third-level beasts. Together with the tributes from the cities, the total is only the annual income of one hundred thousand third-level beast crystals. You spent ten thousand third-level beast crystals today just for a broken sword? Even if you want to lose your family, there is no such defeat. Dharma? What's so mysterious about that sword? I don't believe that you, a person who hasn't even opened his chakras, can see it!"
Old God Zong Shou was there and didn't care. I was used to being poor in my previous life, so I spent every day planning carefully. With good luck in this life, he became the prince of the Demon King, a son of a rich family, and had a fortune of hundreds of millions. Naturally, he couldn't be petty.
This feeling of using money to pressure people and not taking the beast crystal seriously is extremely satisfying.
As for that Zong Ling, he didn't even bother to pay attention to it. What does it have to do with you if I use mine? If these beast crystals are not used up, will they still wait for the spiritual tide to depreciate
Nowadays, a third-level beast crystal can be worth a thousand taels of gold. But if it were placed two years later, a hundred taels of gold would be a little too high.
The middle-aged man in black clothes downstairs looked over again. There was no anger in his eyes. He smiled with contempt: "You are really stupid!"
Everyone around him was startled, and then they understood after only a moment. The man in the corner made the bid, probably just to tease the people in the box upstairs, and he immediately smiled.
The old man in charge of the auction was also smiling for a while, but also a little worried.
No one would have thought that an ordinary Black Wave Sword would sell for tens of thousands of pieces. This sword only mortgaged a hundred third-level beast crystals, but it made a full ninety-nine times!
But with such a high price, how can the bidder be able to get it? It wasn't until another person who looked like a shopkeeper whispered a few words in his ear that the old man's face was filled with joy. With a wave of his hand, he had the sword immediately delivered to Zong Shou's box. He actually asked the court official of Sanriku Bank to witness and write down the evidence, as if to fear that Zongshou would regret it.
After that, all these people left with satisfaction. Zong Shou then picked up the Black Wave Sword and put it in his hand to look at it.
What is being auctioned at the moment are the elixirs and talismans of some martial spiritual masters, as well as antiques and some house titles.
Zong Shou was not interested and only concentrated on studying the sword in his hand.
Just listen to Zong Ling, who is still cursing in the box over there. He seems to be a little tired, and his tone has turned to ridicule: "How come you gave birth to a stupid son like you in your lifetime as a hero? If there is a spirit under the spring, who knows that today he Your life savings are squandered like this, but you don’t know if you will be angry and vomit blood? It’s just that you have a body with two veins and can’t practice martial arts, but your head is so stupid? Which of the characters in Yunxiashan doesn’t have betrayal as a common practice? What if you ask for a price? If he's too high, just let him go. Who can do anything to get him? You're so stupid—"
Zong Ling was chattering endlessly, and there was a cold gaze on the other side. Looking over, it was none other than Zong Yuan, the Purple Thunder Spear.
Zong Shou pretended not to see or hear anything, and although Chu Xue was angry, she was also feeling weak at the moment. I can't find anything to say in reply.
Only Yin Yang remained calm and looked serious as he looked at the Black Wave Sword, as if he wanted to help Zong Shou find out the value of the sword.
"It's really weird!"
Zong Shou looked at it for a moment, then flicked the sword with his fingers, making a 'ding' sound that lasted for a long time.
After listening for a moment, Zong Shou focused his eyes on the hilt of the sword.
Although the sword body is black, the hilt is inlaid with ten pearls and dozens of strange talismans.
Zong Shou tried it, took off all the pearls, and played with them for a while. Then Yin Yang and Chu Xue heard a soft "click" sound.
The next moment, countless tightly sealed qi energy seemed to have found an outlet and attacked in all directions. Punch countless small transparent holes through the wooden boards on the four walls.
Then there was another sharp and sharp force that suddenly surged up and forced the entire roof of Zong Shou's box to open.
In Zong Shou's hand, there was also a small sword, about two feet long, with a cold light shining.
At this time, everyone in the entire teahouse was looking at the scene again. This time, it was more than just surprise.
"It's a third-level spiritual soldier—"
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