Inverse Sword God

"Appeared!" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes in the No. 5 private room.

"Don't worry, Shao Feng, this thing must be ours!" The sword-patterned boy said with a fist.

Outside, everyone was talking, and their words were full of excitement.

On the auction stage, the white-robed old man pressed his hand and quieted the whole venue.

"Everyone, this news comes from a map. Whoever takes this map can get the news."

"One more thing to tell everyone, this map is a broken map."

The white-robed old man said in a deep voice: "In fact, he is not sure in his heart. After all, a broken picture may not be able to infer anything."

Sure enough, after hearing the broken picture, many people booed, and the heat in their hearts was half extinguished.

The ordinary warriors in the hall talked to each other with noisy voices.

"An ancient map with a reserve price of 300,000 spirit stones, now auctioned!"

These warriors booed, in their opinion no one would buy this kind of thing.

Lin Xuan shook his head, stood up, ready to leave.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

A voice sounded, like thunder, in the ears of everyone.

"What? Someone really bid!"

Those warriors were stunned in place, is there really a record on that map.

Lin Xuan also turned around suddenly and looked at the private room No. 5 on the second floor.

He could hear that it was Lin Feng's voice.

"Is he here specifically for this map?" Lin Xuan was puzzled.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand." The lazy voice sounded again.

The crowd is boiling. Although they can't afford it, they can watch the excitement!

Sure enough, after these two shots, some people made bids.

These people are all distinguished guests in the private room on the second floor. For them, they would rather buy the wrong one than let it go!

Lin Xuan shook his head, he turned and left.

These prices have long been beyond his ability, and even if he can get the treasure map, he may not be able to keep it.

After all, the temptation of the spirit-order treasure was too big, big enough to drive anyone crazy.

Lin Xuan's departure attracted the attention of many people.

A mysterious intermediate-level treasure can also make people stunned!

In the No. 5 private room, the sword-patterned teenager stared at Lin Xuan's figure, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You can't run away. No one can take the things I'm fond of!"

Lin Xuan perceives all those cryptic gazes.

He sneered in his heart, and quickly walked towards the background.

His current strength is able to fight against the warriors of the third stage of Linghai. If he has the Qiuhen Sword, he will have the power to fight against the warriors of the fourth stage of Shang Linghai.

In addition, he also has bronze handguards and yellowed talisman, these two things are enough to kill the warriors of the fifth heaven in Linghai.

However, he will not use it as a last resort.

This kind of thing will damage one point after using it once, and there have been cracks on the bronze handguard, which makes him heartache.

Coming to the backstage, Lin Xuan handed the spirit stone and obtained the Qiuhen Sword.

Hey, get that black scabbard!The wine master said.

Lin Xuan glanced at the black scabbard on the jade plate. It was very ordinary and nothing special.

However, he would naturally not let go of the things that make the wine master's heart touch.

Can you give this scabbard to me?Lin Xuan asked casually.

can.The Wanbaolou martial artist in charge didn't care about a scabbard, so he gave it to Lin Xuan on the spot.

Putting away the scabbard, Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Nodded, Lin Xuan was about to leave.

"Little friend stay!" An old voice sounded, extremely strong.

Lin Xuan stopped, a little more cautious in his eyes.

He said solemnly: "Why, Wan Bao Lou is reluctant to even give away a scabbard?"

"Don't get me wrong, little friend, I want to talk to you." The red-robed old man appeared with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, the old man didn't come to ask for a scabbard, just want to talk to you!"

"Well, what are you talking about?" Lin Xuan's heart moved.

He needs a powerful force to frighten the mysterious Qingfaren. If he can get closer to Wanbaolou, it would undoubtedly be better.

"Little friend, please here." Hong Pao said with a smile.

Lin Xuan followed behind him and walked into an antique room.

"I wonder if the little friend can take off the black robe?" said the old man in the red robe.

"Okay!" Lin Xuan said solemnly. With a wave of his palm, he put the black robe into the storage ring.

The red-robed old man looked at Lin Xuan, with a look of shock in his eyes.

He knew Lin Xuan was young, but he didn't expect him to be so young.

This is clearly a boy!

"I wonder why seniors are looking for a kid?" Lin Xuan asked politely.

"Haha, the hero is a boy!" said the red robe old man with his beard, "I want to ask if the little friend is an inscriber?"

After all, he looked at Lin Xuan expectantly.

"Yeah." Lin Xuan nodded, the old man's gaze made him feel a little hairy.

"Then do you know the inscription tower?"

Lin Xuan shook his head: "I have been practicing in the mountains with my master, and only recently came out to walk the rivers and lakes."

For his own safety, he once again pulled out the nihilistic master.

"Oh? I don't know who the other teacher is?" The red-robed old man asked subconsciously.

"My master is very low-key." Lin Xuan lied.

"I don't know why the senior is looking for me?" He quickly changed the subject.

The old man in the red robe didn't think much about it, after all, many experts like to live in seclusion.

Right now, he slowly said: "If possible, the old man would like to invite you to participate in a game in the name of Wanbaolou."

"The inscription tower is said to be left by the master of inscription, and is located on the border of Xia Kingdom and Ying Kingdom."

"There are some unique inscriptions and the master's insight, which is a holy place for the inscriber."

"But because of its geographic location, it cannot be occupied by any country alone."

"So every three years, Xia Guo and Ying Guo will decide which party will enter in a contest."

"We, Xia Guo, have lost twice in a row, this time we can't lose again!"

There was a trace of anger and helplessness on the face of the old man in red robe.

"If it's a competition, shouldn't you call me?" Lin Xuan wondered, "Aren't the experts in the Qianlong Ranking better!"

"Little friends don't know something. Although it is a competition, the participants must be inscribers."

"Although there are many geniuses in the Qianlong List, there are not many inscribers."

"The soul power of the little friend is the strongest I have ever seen, far surpassing that of his peers."

Lin Xuan knew clearly that his soul power was indeed much stronger than the average first-grade inscription master, not to mention his peers.

"Don't worry, as long as you take action, the benefits are indispensable for you!" The red robe old man saw Lin Xuan silently and said hurriedly.

Inside, the wine master said: "Xiao Xuanzi, if the inscription tower is real, you can go in and take a look."

Lin Xuan's heart moved, he pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "I don't know when this competition will begin? I don't want to miss the grand meeting of Ask Xuezong."

"Little friend, don't worry, this is after asking the Xuezong conference."

"If I win the game, I wonder if I can get a place to enter the Inscription Tower?" Lin Xuan asked in a deep voice.

The red-robed old man was taken aback, his face suddenly sank.

A strong breath slowly overflowed, and the whole room became very depressed.

The spirit sea in Lin Xuan's body vibrated, making a roar, and at the same time the soul power spread out to resist the pressure.

His complexion did not change, he slowly stretched out his hand and stroked in midair.

A simple inscription appeared in the air, exuding a peculiar light.

"This is?" The red-robed old man's pupils shrank slightly, his expression shocked