When he came, Xu Yi knew the trading rules in the exchange equipment in the secret room. This high-end hall does not have crystal screen equipment, and transactions are only carried out between monks. Buyers need to pay for each single transaction. The tax for one hundred incense beads.
"There is a certain spiritual soldier, who only needs to be nourished with qi and blood, and refined into the spirit essence of incense, and then he can use it for himself. The base price is three thousand incense beads, and foreign treasures are also accepted for exchange. Now start bidding, and each price increase should not be less than one Passion fire beads."
Suddenly, I saw a person standing on the high platform, holding a blue long sword, the blade was like water, and it was extremely cold.
As he was speaking, he saw the young man with long eyebrows waving his sword flower, and the clear sword energy immediately drew black lines in the air, showing extraordinary.
Only after the Lingbing found out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly heated up.
Then he heard the old man with a long face say, "This spiritual weapon was obviously repaired with a secret method. I don't know how many years it has existed. It has lost its sharpness, and its attack power is limited. It is not worth three thousand incense orbs. You should lower it."
The young man with long eyebrows snorted coldly, "If you want to buy it, you will buy it. If you don't buy it, you will leave it. If you dare to tear things down, do you really think I have a good temper?"
The long-faced old man snorted coldly, "I want to see who is willing to suffer this big loss."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone began to bid, and the price soared to more than three thousand and five in an instant. The long-faced old man blushed and muttered, "There are so many fools these days." He retreated sullenly.
After all, this bargain is out of reach.
"This person is right. The power of this spiritual weapon is far from equal to his price. However, in today's world, spiritual weapons are hard to come by. It is not easy to have a spiritual weapon. What's more, although this spiritual weapon is not good It is good, it can always be used with the spirit-endowing supernatural power, it is already a rare object, and rare things are valuable, so naturally some people are willing to give generously."
Huang Mei lay on Xu Yi's chest and said in a low voice.
This place was restricted and closed, unable to transmit thoughts, Huang Mei was in the starry sky ring, unable to see the movement outside, slipped out of the starry sky ring early, and slipped into Xu Yi's arms.
Xu Yi said softly, "What do I want this thing for? It's not even a icing on the cake. Why waste money?"
When one person and one demon were talking, the auction came to an end. In the end, the green sword was sold at a price of 4,500. After including the deed tax, the buyer would have to pay 5,000 incense beads, which is indeed a sky-high price. .
After the Lingbing was sold, no one came on stage, so Xu Yi wandered around in the hall.
It turns out that the trade between the venues is more free. If you have enough confidence in your treasures, you can bid on the stage;
Because once on the stage, if a deal is made, 10% of the turnover will be paid as tax. The maximum tax is 500 incense beads. If no one bids, one hundred incense beads must be paid.
If no one bids for one's own treasure, the next thing is to be ashamed, and one hundred incense beads will be lost in vain. Therefore, the vast majority of monks still choose to sell by themselves.
After wandering around, he didn't see any treasures worth buying. It's not that the treasures here are not good, but that they are not targeted. For him, the use is not too great, but the cost is quite a lot.
After wandering around for a while, someone finally appeared on the stage again, and what he was selling was a great golden elixir, which is a magic elixir that heals wounds and protects life. No matter a monk or a mortal, one elixir will make the vitality soar. Dan took his life back.
The elixir that restores vitality has always been a precious thing, and the golden elixir is naturally extremely expensive.
The bidding started intensely, and after more than 20 rounds of bidding, it was finally sold at a price that was twice the starting price.
Turning around again, Xu Yi saw that there was really no treasure worth buying, so he thought of leaving. At this moment, another person appeared on the stage.
It was a cloaked man who appeared on the stage, and his dark cloak was more tightly covered than Xu Yi. As soon as he stepped on the stage, no nonsense, he saw a giant sword in his palm. The giant sword was about ten feet long and more than a foot wide. Very sharp, with vertical lines all over the body of the sword, the giant sword is so talented, and its strong power instantly oppresses the audience.
Seeing the cloaked man swinging his sword, the field was suddenly filled with thunder and thunder, and the power of thunder spirit surged.
"What the hell, how can there be such a surge of lightning power, what material is this sword made of?"
"Not only the power of thunder and spirit, but also the spiritual power of wood."
"What, is this, this is a wooden sword?"
"..."
Amidst the exclamation, the cloaked man on the stage spoke, "This sword is called the Thousand Illusion Heavy Thunder Sword. It took three hundred years for my master to forge it. It is made from more than a thousand knots of Zixiao Thunderbolt Bamboo. Only then can we master the law."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the Thousand Illusion Heavy Thunder Sword suddenly spread out, turning into countless thin swords. The blades turned like a set of precision instruments, or like a storm of swords ready to go. At the same time, the blade opened, and the power of thunder spirit in the whole space became more and more surging.
"Could it be that the name of the respected master is called Jingwu, but he is a famous Wuchenzi."
A person under the stage shouted in surprise.
The cloaked man nodded slightly, and the discussion in the audience became louder immediately.
"Wuchenzi is a famous weapon maker, and all the weapons made by him are treasures."
"It is said that Wuchenzi has only made more than ten magical weapons in three hundred years, which is obviously not in line with his status as a famous weapon refiner. It turned out that all his energy was devoted to this Thousand Illusory Heavy Thunder Sword. After three hundred years, it really is Heavy treasure."
"It takes more than a thousand pieces of nine-section Zixiao Thunderbolt Bamboo to be used. It takes countless hours to cultivate this top-quality material alone. No wonder it took three hundred years to make this sword."
"Such a treasure, why are you selling it? Your honor must have something to hide, so let's explain it clearly, so as not to cause trouble afterwards."
"..."
Amidst the discussion, Xu Yi's blood gradually boiled, as if a fire was burning in his chest.
Such a precious treasure is destined to be with Lao Tzu!
Not to mention anything else, this sword is very suitable for him because of its emphasis on lightning attributes, not to mention, the materials used for this sword are rare and hard to find.
I think back then, in order to cross the thunder calamity, he didn't know how much effort he spent, but he only obtained a six-section purple sky lightning strike bamboo. The thousand phantom heavy thunder sword in front of him used more than a thousand nine-section purple sky lightning strike bamboos to get it. Raw material.
Most importantly, Huang Mei prayed like crazy in his arms, "Take it, you must take it down, this level of magic weapon is already qualified to be a spiritual weapon, and it is more than enough to smelt your soldier spirit, Just think about it, if every piece of Zixiao Thunderbolt Bamboo can refine a soldier spirit, then the power of this Thousand Illusion Heavy Thunder Sword may not be comparable to that of a real spirit weapon."
Huang Mei's words undoubtedly poured another bucket of gasoline into Xu Yi's already burning heart, and the flames rose wildly in an instant.
"Make a price!" Xu Yi couldn't help shouting loudly. He has already made up his mind to win the Thousand Illusory Heavy Thunder Sword at all costs.