v3 Chapter 326： Blue ice sword

Chapter 326 Blue Ice Sword

Obviously Lin Xuan belongs to the latter.

After confirming that Lin Xuanxiu was unfathomable, Huang Yin welcomed him wisely.

Leading him, Lin Xuan and the Qing dynasty Confucian walked into the depths of the earth along the stone steps.

A cave caught in the eyes, extremely wide, high seven or eight feet, Lin Xuan swept a little with the knowledge of God, slightly surprised, these seven days are really big!

"Predecessors are here."

Lin Xuan looked around and saw that there were hundreds of monks in the center of the cave. It seems that this trade fair is really quite large.

"Predecessors, please take care of yourself, the younger generation will also pick up other friends, first retire." Huang Yin and Lin Xuan have always maintained a respectful posture.

Lin Xuan did not have the meaning of leaving it, and waved his hand, Huang Yin was like a big man, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Lin Xuan didn't take it for granted, and he walked in the direction of the crowd.

There, there was a high platform built with a muddy stone spell. Similarly, the seat was also used to make a lot of seats. Although it was a bit simplistic, no one would care.

The arrival of Lin Xuan also made many people look at them. After all, most of these hundreds of people are still building the base period comprehension. The master of the condensate period is only a handful.

Therefore, after discovering him, there was a beautiful maid who immediately greeted him and was led to the forefront of the high platform in the eyes of the surrounding awe and intertwined.

Not only does the angle of view be the best, but the seven or eight seats are not the inferior goods made by the technique, but are carved with sandalwood and are very beautiful.

Even on the small coffee table in front of you, there is also a spiritual tea, as well as a small plate of melons.

This kind of treatment is obviously inconsistent with the judgment of the monks who built the base period.

Lin Xuan sat down on the only empty chair. The remaining seven have people, six men and one woman, this ratio is not surprising, women's cultivation, in addition to a few genius, in general, far more difficult than men, the foundation period is still common. It is really rare to be able to condense the success of the dan.

They also saw Lin Xuan, who naturally did not know each other and showed different attitudes.

Some smiled and nodded, seemingly friendly, some nostrils facing the sky, a pair of people who refused to be thousands of miles away...

There are also some hostile, not even disguised.

Some don’t care at all...

Lin Xuan was quiet, and soon half an hour passed.

suddenly. A white light flashed, a middle-aged Confucian scholar jumped onto the high platform. He raised his hand and rushed around and hugged his fists: "Welcome everyone to attend my seven-day auction, in the following Haipeng. The invited fellows have come. Ten out of ten, the rest may be temporary, we will not wait for them, if you have no disagreement. The auction will start now."

The following monks had already waited impatiently. Naturally no one disagreed and even cheered. A female repairman next to Li Haipeng Chong nodded.

The woman was tall and beautiful, and her face was beautiful. Although she only had a smart time, she attracted many people’s attention.

However, some people have their eyes on the tray she is holding, and the tray is covered with a red cloth.

Lin Xuan is not moving. With the knowledge of God, my heart was secretly surprised, but I couldn’t find out what was covered. It seems that this red cloth is not a normal thing.

Surrounded by horror, it is clear that many monks also have the same mind as Lin Xuan, and all without exception.

There is a smugness on the face of Li Haipeng; "You friends. Now you will auction the first item: the best spirit."

The best spirit?

I heard the words of Lie Haipeng. The first few monks in the condensate period do not say for the time being, no one will naturally show the color of attention. It is the rest of the foundation-building monks, and most of them are somewhat disapproving.

After all, although the best spirits are rare, they are not so great. They often appear together in large squares. As long as there are enough spar, the acquisition is not a difficult thing.

Perhaps this is just an appetizing side dish. Everyone took their eyes back. Li Haipeng saw the reaction of the people. There was no unexpected expression on his face, and he was not disappointed. He had a well-thought-out look.

He reached out and uncovered the red cloth on the tray with a small blue sword on it.

"Those friends and listen to me, this blue ice sword is extraordinary, it is the refining of monks in ancient times, which has been passed down for millions of years."

Ancient spirits?

Everyone came here with some interest, and many of the base-building monks have listened to them.

"And its makers should have been successful, according to a speculation, the predecessor should be the refining of the magic weapon, the collection of materials has surplus, so this refining the Blu-ray sword, inside the copper, The proportion of the jade mother is not less than 50% of the sword.

This time, in addition to Lin Xuan and other seven or eight condensed period comprehensions, the rest of the base period monks also face the color of movement, after all, although this sword does not take off the scope of the spirit, but after adding the magic weapon material, Whether it is hardness, sharpness, or power, it is far from being comparable to the average.

"Get up!"

Li Haipeng was very satisfied with the progress of the matter. He pointed to the flying sword on the tray and the blue sword immediately floated.

Then he put his hands together, and when he separated, the two palms suddenly ignited a white flame.

Congenital fire!

This list of Haipeng has been successfully completed in the Condensation Period, and this innate fire has naturally reached the point of perfection.

With a slight push, the flame suddenly wrapped the blue ice sword, but the next moment, the wonderful thing happened, the blue ice sword flashed, not only unscathed, but the group of white flames frozen.

"what?"

This time, even sitting next to Lin Xuan, the short-skinned monk has a face that is moving, and the ice is innately fire. Is it really normal for the magic weapon to have such a power?

Sure enough, some ghosts are on the door.

"This blue ice sword has a price of two thousand spar, and each bid must be no less than fifty."

Lie Haipeng was almost the voice, and the following monks began a fierce battle.

"two thousand."

"Two thousand and fifty."

"Two thousand ones."

"Two thousand and one hundred and five."

......

In the ups and downs of this, the price has soared, and finally was earned by a young man in the middle of the foundation at a price of 3,500.

Although this person's cultivation is only a general thing here, it seems to be rich and rich, and it seems that there are people with certain power behind it.

After the first auction was over, the interest of other people was completely mobilized. According to the usual practice, the more the things going to the back of the auction, the more precious the first appetizing side dish, the latter is It is worth looking forward to.