Chapter 847: Person of the Ninth Peak of Sword Sect! (One more)

"Up ... there is a matchless breath on it!"
"It really is his sabre !!!"
With the appearance of the long sword, Ye Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and even his voice became a bit dry, and his body sitting in the seat was trembling slightly.
The sword sent from above the long sword has the pride of being unyielding, overlooking the world, others just marveled at the fact that the sword was carried on top of a long sword.
But for Ye Chen, it was this momentum that made him feel like an electric shock. The same kind of fluctuations can only be achieved by no one in the world, and outsiders cannot imitate them.
"Wushuang, you are indeed in Jianzong!"
Ye Chen rolled his throat, and the palms on his legs clung together unconsciously: "Wait, Brother will come to you soon!"
He slightly moistened his eyes and looked at the reactions of the rest of the scene one by one.
Seeing that everyone's expression was more excited than him, his eyes suddenly became indifferent: "But before that, you must take your sabre back!"
"Everyone, this sword is the sword of Ye Zongsong, the ninth peak of Jian Zong. Ye Wushuang's name is believed to have been heard by everyone, so I will not introduce it. The auction officially started. Must be no less than a thousand kunxu coins! "
As the auctioneer's voice fell, the atmosphere of the entire auction scene suddenly culminated.
"Did I hear that right? The long sword above is actually the abnormal sabre of Jianzong Nine Peak?"
"Fake it? As the Supreme Religion of the Three Sects and Four Doors, Jianzong has always served swords as his life, and dare anyone to auction their sabre, and he is still a sword. Not fast enough ?! "
"Hey, if you change to the sword of the other disciples of Jianzong, no one dare to bid, but the sword of the sword of Jiuzong 9th Peak is different. Embarrassed, crowded out everywhere ... "
"Yes, everyone wants to know that after the sword of the Ninth Peak challenged Su Qilin, the first peak sword, the Ninth Peak was completely reduced to the target of public criticism, and it was normal for Jianzong the first peak to be disgusted."
The entire auction scene was in a noisy place, and countless people were both shocked and fiery looking at the long sword on the auction table.
It's not that I was surprised that the long sword was a superb soldier, but that I was shocked by the sword-likeness on it. Doesn't this mean that if someone shoots the sword away, he might be able to understand Kendo from the sword-likeness above.
However, the atmosphere of the scene cooled down again, and there was a weird scene of no bidding. In the final analysis, it was still jealous of the 9th peak of Jianzong.
And after being so quiet for a long while, someone finally couldn't help bidding: "110,000 !!!!"
Looking at each other in the direction of the sound, I saw that the person who just bid was sitting in a room on the second floor of the most auction, and seemed to want to know what the other party's identity was, but nothing was obtained.
"One hundred twenty thousand!"
One person spoke again.
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Sixteen thousand!"
"..."
In just a few minutes, there were successive bids, and the price climbed to as much as 200,000. Rao is so, there is still no plan to stop.
Participants were even no shortage of three sects and four gates. From this we can see that the sabre used by Ye Wushuang is not so tempting for these people.
In a room on the second floor of the auction, at this moment, three people were sitting there. Seeing the price rising all the way, the atmosphere in the room was somewhat depressed.
At this time, one of the fighters immediately took off the fighter ’s head, revealing a very pure facial features, as if she was an eighteen-year-old girl.
The little girl's face was wrinkled into a ball: "Master, my little sister's sword was shot at such a high price, what do we do now? The master gave me enough money!"
"Yes, brother, before leaving, the master only gave us 3,000 yuan stones. This was only the master sold the magic weapon ..." Another man couldn't help laughing.
They worshiped only 50 yuan stones a month, which is equivalent to five thousand kunxu coins, and hundreds of thousands of kunxu coins are in front of them.
"Lets see!"
The last man sighed: "The first peak took the younger brother ’s sabre for auction, which is tantamount to tearing my face completely from my ninth peak. It concerns my dignity. The decisive battle is imminent, and for the sake of personal gain, the younger brother's sabre must be brought back! "
The previous man clenched his fists tightly: "The group on the first peak was smashed. They don't want to see my ninth peak rise, so they suppress the younger brother everywhere ..."
And the auction site!
"Twenty-five thousand!"
When Ye Wushuang's sword was lifted to the sky-high price of 250,000 Kunxun coins, many forces gave up. They began to realize that the three suicides of the four gates had also been shot. Wise.
Just then, a faint voice sounded: "300,000!"
This sudden voice made everyone feel embarrassed, even Fu Qiuchan and others in the crowd were no exception.
When they looked in the direction of the sound, they found that the bidder was sitting behind himself and others, and the person who had been staring at Fu Qingqing before.
Fu Qiuchan lowered his voice and said: "This person who can give out 300,000 Kunxu coins must be a man of three sutras and four gates, and it is most likely the existence of a true disciple. We must not offend!"
The Yue Yue beside her heard the words and agreed very much. Only Fu Qingqing stared at Ye Chen, always feeling that his voice was familiar.
The auctioneer on the stage looked around and tentatively asked, "This VIP is worth 300,000. Is there anything higher than him?"
The previous three people on the second floor of the auction have been silent, and the price has exceeded their affordability.
The pure girl screamed angrily: "Brother, let me go out, I don't believe that these people dare to compete with us after carrying out the name of my ninth peak!"
"Prank!"
Brother Ninth Peak whispered, "Don't you think we're embarrassed enough? Otherwise, you'll figure it out, and you won't get back the little saber's sword!"
"Then what do you say? Do you just watch the little sister's saber being taken away?" The pure girl's tears flowed out.
"Wait!"
The master of the ninth peak took a deep breath and looked at the long sword on the auction floor with a hint of firmness: "If it doesn't work, Gumou has only offended !!!"
When the outside auctioneer saw no one bidding, he couldn't help but said, "The first time of 300,000, the second time of 300,000 ..."
"Thirty-five thousand!"
A slightly playful voice sounded.
Ye Chen's eyes sank, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at a room on the third floor of the auction with a cold look: "400,000!"