Inverse Sword God

"Lin Feng!"

Many people looked at the figure behind and exclaimed.·

This is the fifth-ranked ruthless person on the Qianlong List. It is rumored that he will fight the third place and he is likely to rise again.

Moreover, he was born in Jianchi Mansion, his status is noble, far beyond ordinary people.

"There were some things on the way, I was too late, how disturbed!" Lin Feng said to the old men in Wanbaolou.

Several people nodded slightly, which was considered tacit approval.

Jianchi Mansion is the top power of Xia State, and Lin Feng is the leader of the younger generation of Jianchi Mansion, with a special identity.

Although their Wanbaolou is powerful, they don't want to provoke giants like Jianchi Mansion.

Lin Feng and others were invited into a private room, and everyone's eyes returned to the auction table again.

The white-robed old man cleared his throat and said loudly, "Qiuhen Sword, the reserve price is 200,000 yuan, now it's shooting!"

Lin Xuan sighed fiercely. At that moment, he had an urge to rush forward.

Fortunately, he held back.

He was going to return to Jianchi Mansion and defeated Lin Feng in front of many clansmen.

He wants to restore his reputation!

Calm down, Lin Xuan's mind returned to the auction.

The price at this time has risen to two hundred and fifty thousand, and it continues to rise.

After all, this is an intermediate treasure weapon of the Profound Rank, which can increase the attack by about 60%, and no one is eager.

"Three hundred thousand!"

In the private room where Lin Feng was, the price came out.

But Lin Xuan knew that this was not Lin Feng's voice, it should be the person next to him.

In the No. 5 private room, Lin Feng was sitting on a comfortable chair, beside him was a young man with a sword pattern painted on his forehead.

"Why, are you interested in that sword?" Lin Feng asked lightly.

"I want to collect it." The sword-patterned teenager's mouth curled up.

"Thirty-one thousand."

Just then a lazy voice sounded, echoing clearly in the hall.

Everyone was stunned. First, they didn't expect that someone would dare to steal something from Lin Feng's people.

Furthermore, everyone discovered that the owner of this voice was the one who had photographed the long knife.

When Cang Leopard heard this sound, his body trembled a little, and this sound made him miss the opportunity.

In the No. 5 private room, the sword-patterned boy snorted coldly: "I really don't fear death!"

He was about to fight back, and at this moment, the quotation sounded again in the hall.

"Three hundred and two hundred thousand!"

The voice was very calm, with a firmness in his tone.

Everyone was in an uproar, turning their heads one after another, looking for someone who made the noise.

Lin Xuan was in the hall and did not deliberately conceal him, and soon someone found him.

Countless eyes converged on him, and many people were puzzled.

"Who is this black robe?"

"I don't know, he dared to steal something from Lin Feng's people, he must be dead!"

These people whispered, in their opinion, the people in the third private room dare to speak because of their distinguished status and are not afraid of Lin Feng.

As for the black-robed man in front of him, he couldn't see his cultivation, and he was sitting in the hall with a general identity.

But he dared to participate in the bidding, which made everyone unable to see through.

"I have seen him, he has a silver token in his hand." Someone had seen Lin Xuan at the entrance and said it at the moment.

Many people shook their heads and sneered. Although the silver tokens are precious, they are much worse than those in the private room.

Lin Xuan saw everyone's reaction in his eyes, he didn't say anything, he must get the sword.

In the No. 5 private room, the sword-patterned teenager's face became very ugly.

The people in other private rooms can bid with him. After all, they are all people of equal status.

However, a warrior sitting in the hall dared to participate in this matter, which made him feel insulted.

"Things that live and die!"

The sword-printed boy's voice was cold, his eyes looked like electricity, and Lin Xuan was locked in through layers of barriers.

Humph!

Lin Xuan sensed the gaze on the second floor, turned his head slightly, there was a trace of sword in his gaze, and cut off his gaze.

There are small fluctuations in the air, and some high-powered people have found anomalies.

Many people were surprised.

The sword-patterned young man was stunned for a while, and his face was gloomy, he didn't expect that he would suffer.

There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes just now, and he was thinking of a lesson from a black robe man.

But he didn't expect the other party's aura to be stronger than him, directly containing a trace of attack, counterattacking him.

"Hey, I seem to feel a hint of sword intent." Lin Feng frowned slightly and looked at the man in the black robe below.

At the same time, there was also a soft sound in the third private room.

Lin Xuan felt a soul force flowing from the private room No. 3 and approached him.

Lin Xuan's eyes flickered, and he also mobilized his soul power to cover his body to prevent anyone from detecting it.

In private room No. 3, a handsome young man was lying lazily halfway down, his whole body sinking into a soft recliner.

Suddenly, his face changed slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Just now, his soul perception was blocked.

Obviously, the opponent is also a master of soul power.

"The soul is outstanding, there seems to be a hint of sword intent just now, who is this person?"

The handsome young man was entrusted with his chin and fell into thought.

The performance of the black-robed man exceeded everyone's expectations, and for a while his identity became extremely mysterious.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" The Jianwen boy said coldly.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand." The handsome young man in the third private room said lazily.

"Three hundred and eighty thousand." Lin Xuan said solemnly.

The price climbed rapidly and soon reached 400,000.

Lin Xuan frowned. The long sword treasure he auctioned off was 260,000. The total amount of spirit medicine on his body was more than 200,000, plus the spirit stones he obtained from other people, which was about 500,000.

The current price made him feel a little heavy.

Fortunately, the owner of the third private room withdrew from the competition.

Now only Lin Xuan and the Jianwen boy were left.

"Forty-two thousand," the sword-printed boy said coldly.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand!" Lin Xuan's voice did not change.

"Humph!"

In the No. 5 private room, the sword-patterned boy snorted coldly.

"This price has exceeded the value of the long sword itself, so don't fight it anymore." Lin Feng said lightly.

"Don't worry, I won't bid anymore, but there are many ways to get that sword!"

The sword-printed youth looked at Lin Xuan's eyes, extremely cold.

"Forty-five thousand yuan, is there anyone still bidding?"

At the auction stage, the white-robed old man asked loudly, but he was happy.

No one answered that the price is high enough. Didn't you see that even the private rooms have withdrawn from the competition!

In the end, Qiuhen Jianluo was photographed by Lin Xuan.

"The thing to be auctioned next is very special, it's a piece of news, it's about a spiritual treasure." The white-robed old man said solemnly.

Originally, Lin Xuan wanted to leave, went to the back office to trade and then left.

However, the news before him stopped him.

Not only him, the whole hall was boiling.

Spirit-level treasures, that are the top treasures in the eyes of the world, and generally only the top masters and aristocrats have.

And now, a new spirit-level treasure has appeared, how can these people not be excited!

However, how to auction a message?

Everyone looked at the auction table