[The first thousand one hundred and ninety-six chapters of the battle of the black sword]
“Twenty-one thousand dollars!”
This time, the price was still from the Tiansan box, but the voice changed to that of a woman.
“is her!”
Hearing this voice, many people have guessed the origin of this woman. The fit master at the Sixth Prince’s Mansion once stabbed a mid-term fit who assassinated the Sixth Prince.
“Twenty-five thousand yuan!”
But the sound of bidding came from the Tianer box. It seems that the owner of this box is also bound to win the ink black sword.
“fifty thousand!”
At this moment, a faint voice came from the nine box!
“My God, 50,000 top-grade spirit crystals, I’m afraid I won’t be able to earn so many top-grade spirit crystals in my life!” A middle-stage distraction sighed.
“In one lifetime, you probably won’t earn enough in two lifetimes!” The old friend sitting beside him smiled and said, “I don’t know how sacred the people in the ninth box here are. Not to mention fighting for swords with fit masters, they are still so rich!”
The figure of 50,000 made the two boxes of Tiansan and Tianer silent.
As an auctioneer, Cheng Bufan was very excited. In his opinion, it was quite good that this ink-black sword could fetch 20,000 top-grade spirit crystals. Now, it actually sold for a sky-high price of 50,000.
So, his voice trembled a little and said: “The distinguished guest in the ninth box on the ground bid for 50,000 top-grade spirit crystals, will the guests in the second and third boxes continue to bid?”
Tian Er and Tian San remained silent.
Fifty thousand top-grade spirit crystals is not a small number for any power.
“Fifty thousand top-grade spirit crystals once!”
“Fifty thousand top-grade spirit crystals twice!”
“Fifty-one thousand dollars!”
Finally, the mysterious guest in the Tian’er box opened his mouth to continue bidding. Just as Song Yan was about to continue bidding, the voice of the Tian’er box continued to come out: “Little friend, the old man is the old man of the Tianjian, you give this sword to the old man, the old man owes you. A favor!”
“Elder Tianjian?”
hum!
The crowd exploded again, and then they all looked at the Tianer box with awe.
The old man of Tianjian, also known as Tianjian Zhenren, now occupies the ninth position on the list of male immortals. He is also a sword cultivator. He is extremely skilled in swordsmanship. Two dead and one wounded.
At the same time, this old Tianjian had challenged the Black and White Sword Immortal in the past. Although he lost, he also supported ten moves in the hands of the Black and White Sword Immortal.
Thinking of this, everyone looked at the Nine Boxes with envy. The favor of the old man Tianjian was worth at least 10,000 top-grade spirit crystals.
Just when everyone was curious about whether the master of the ninth box would give Tianjian old man a face to quit the competition, or continue the competition, Song Yan’s voice sounded: “Sorry senior, the junior is also practicing swordsmanship, so this sword I can’t let it go, please forgive me, senior!”
He actually refused?
Hearing Song Yan’s words, everyone felt very startled.
“Why did he refuse?” In the first box, the woman who was called Senior Sister suddenly had a bit of confusion and worry on her face.
In the Tiansan box, Li Sixuan showed a schadenfreude smile: “Haha, that kid really doesn’t know whether to live or die, and he doesn’t even give Tianjian old man face!”
Even if his father, King Li Tianxing met, the masters in the later stage of the fusion had to be friends of the same generation, not to mention, this Tianjian old man was not an ordinary late-stage fusion.
“If that’s the case, then let’s do our best!” Elder Tianjian said in response.
“Then many thanks to the seniors, I will pay 55,000 yuan!” Song Yan said.
In a box on the ground, the worried expression on the woman’s face became more and more intense, and she muttered to herself, “No, I have to persuade him!”
With that, she got up and walked outside the box.
“Senior sister, where are you going?” Lu Qi asked.
“You stay in the box, I’ll be back when I go!” The woman said lightly, then pushed open the box door and walked out.
In the ninth box.
Zhong Yi also looked at Song Yan with schadenfreude, and said, “Boy, you are really stupid. Even if you buy this sword, the old man of Tianjian wants to take it away, and it’s not a matter of finding something.”
“Don’t think of others as nasty as you!” Song Yan pouted and said, if he were an ordinary fit master, he would really snatch it, but the old man Tianjian is a famous person, he really wants to snatch something of his junior. If it spreads, it will definitely be embarrassing.
Tuk Tuk!
There was a knock on the door.
“Little Rain, open the door!”
The box door opened, and a woman walked in from outside.
As soon as she saw this woman, Li Xiang’er couldn’t help showing surprise on her face, she immediately got up and greeted her: “Sister Tianluo, how did you know Xiang’er was here?”
Yes, this woman is Li Tianluo.
Seeing Li Xianger with a surprised face, Li Tianluo was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled and said, “Yeah, I heard you are here, come and see!”
While speaking, she transmitted a voice to Song Yan, telling him to give up the fight for the ink black sword.
Feeling the concerns and worries in Li Tianluo’s words, Song Yan couldn’t help feeling warm, but he was still not ready to give up, bullying the soft and fearing the hard was not his style.
“Fifty-five thousand five hundred dollars!”
At this moment, the old man of Tianjian made another bid, which only increased by 500 yuan, indicating that this has reached his limit.
“Fifty-six thousand!”
Song Yan also only added 500 yuan.
“Why are you still bidding?” Li Tianluo voice transmission again.
Song Yan smiled at her, signaling her not to worry.
The old man Tianjian was silent.
Then, after three inquiries, Cheng Bufan announced that Song Yan had obtained the ink-black sword.
Soon, a waiter sent the ink black sword to the ninth box, Song Yan paid the spirit crystal, and the eighth-grade spirit tool truly belonged to him.
“Cheep!”
Song Yan pulled out the jet-black sword.
“The ink black sword looks like this, how does it feel like an ordinary iron sword!” Qin Xiaoyu said.
“The divine sword is just self-defilement!”
Song Yan smiled and put a stream of True Essence into the sword, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded. At the same time, a cold sword intent emerged from the sword, covering the entire box.
For a while, Zhong Yi and Tie Mo changed their expressions one after another, feeling that their whole bodies were stiff.
“Good sword!”
Song Yan couldn’t help but praised, and then withdrew his True Yuan. This sword was too much to his liking. If he used this sword to motivate the Heaven-Breaking Sword Art, at least half of his True Yuan could be saved, and its power would be doubled.
Li Tianluo left, but before leaving, she told Song Yan the name of a tea room.
The next few lots were extraordinary, but Song Yan had little interest.
An hour later.
After the auction ended, Song Yan took Qin Xiaoyutian and others out of the Zilan Pavilion.
“You all go back first, I still have something to do!”
As soon as the voice fell, Song Yan directly used the technique of great teleportation and disappeared in place.
The two distracted guards quickly released their consciousness in the later stage, but found that Song Yan could not be found at all.
In a certain alley, Song Yan, who changed his appearance and changed his attire, walked out, and then came to a relatively quiet small tea room.
The small tea room is very quiet, there is no one guest, only the shopkeeper is dozing off on the counter.
“Sorry sir, we are closed today!”
“I’m here by invitation!” Song Yan said.
The middle-aged shopkeeper’s eyes flickered, and then he said, “Young Master, come with the little one!”
Under the leadership of the shopkeeper, Song Yan came to the backyard and found that Li Tianluo was standing in front of a pool with his back to him.
The shopkeeper has quietly retreated, and with a flick of her figure, Song Yan came to Li Tianluo’s back, reached out and hugged her from behind, and said softly, “Did you miss me?”
