Martial God Space

As the days passed, more and more warriors came to the Tianyuan City. In addition to the Daqing City Master, two giants came in the past two days. The Master of the Blood Gate and the Master of the Xuanmo Valley are all innate. High-level masters are all famous martial arts in the vicinity.

All came for the outstanding disciples under their door. Originally for the purpose of asking for the congenital pill with the city master's palace, the goal is now the congenital pill of the Tianyin auction house.

Early in the morning of the auction of the Congenital Pill, Ye Xiwen got out early and went out to the Tianyin auction house. Compared with the time when Ye Xiwen arrived a few days ago, this time was absolutely crowded.

And most of them are martial arts, and they all have some force. It is not uncommon for them to fight with a word. Those who make trouble are thrown out by the guards of the Tianyin auction house, and they are forbidden to enter.

However, for Ye Xiwen, who has advanced techniques like "The Celestial Steps", it is not a problem. Like a fish, he easily shuttled into the auction house. Like the last time, after delivering the spirit stone, Ye Xiwen received Own seat card.

Ye Xiwen just walked into the passage, and suddenly glimpsed the VIP passage not far away, a group of figures came in large strides, a middle-aged man in his forties who was about forty years old, in a robe, but the breath appeared a few It was bloody, and it seemed as if it could smell bloody from afar, a pair of big hands turned red, scarlet scarlet.

Behind him was a young man in a bloody coat, his face was very pale, as if he was recovering from a serious illness, but his blinking eyes were a bit cold, and like the middle-aged man, his hands were flushed.

"Let everyone hide away, there are people from the Blood Hand Gate, but it is actually the leader of the Blood Hand Door An Yuan who personally leads the team!"

"Huh, it seems that there are only a few of them in this battle for the Innate Pill. The one behind An Yuan is his proud disciple An Yunpeng. This time An Yuan came in person to buy the Innate Pill for An Yunpeng. !"

"Yes, he is right. His hands are crimson, and his blood skills must have been quite hot. It is said that this kind of martial arts needs to be practiced with the blood of living people. I don't know how many talents he has killed. !"

"Hush, whisper, do you want to die? Those who are unreasonable evil warriors!"

Whispering among the crowd.

"The owner of Xuanmogu just passed by just now, hey, it's full of style!"

"No, this time it was these forces that were fighting for the Innate Pill!"

Ye Xiwen didn't wait long, he found his seat and began to close his eyes and wait for the auction, waiting for the auction to begin.

There was a lot of enthusiasm in the auction, and after another half an hour, it finally began.

"Welcome you to participate in this auction of our auction house!" The candidate for this auction is the old man of the last time, "Why do you come, old age knows, this time is not nonsense, let's start our Next auction!"

Similar to the last time, this old man in white robe still has no nonsense, and it starts very concisely.

Compared with the last time, the quality of the items in this auction has been significantly improved.

"This sword, named Bixue, was made by the millennium cold iron. This is an outstanding work cast by the master invited by our auction house. It is like iron, and the price is 2,000 pieces of inferior spirit stone!" There is a platinum tray, on which a blue sword lies quietly, and there is a faint cold around the sword body, so that the surrounding air condenses into white gas, which is obviously a magic weapon.

Compared with the previous auctions, the quality has been significantly improved, but Ye Xiwen is still not very interested. He uses a knife. The knife and the sword are very different. No matter how good the sword is, it is useless.

However, Ye Xiwen was not interested, but many people were very interested, and the financial strength of the soldiers who came this time was much stronger than before.

"Two thousand three hundred!"

"Two thousand five hundred!"

"Three thousand!"

....

After a two-minute bid, the sword was bought at the price of 4,500 lower grade spirit stones.

Ye Xiwen was a bit stunned by the amount of money.

Sure enough, the Tianyin auction house successively produced some good weapons or cherished materials, but they did not let Ye Xiwen have any heart, and Ye Xiwen had no place to use it, and he did not participate in the competition. Of course, the most important What's more, the price of this time is also more expensive than one. It's not that Ye Xiwen can't afford anything, but I haven't seen the degree to which Ye Xiwen feels it must be bought.

Gradually, some people in the VIP box began to compete and started to offer prices. Compared with the following people, the VIP box was undoubtedly more atmospheric.

But then the same auction items quickly attracted Ye Xiwen's attention.

"The next thing we want to auction is an inner armor. This inner armor is made by famous masters and is made of gold cicada silk. The sword and gun are difficult to enter. A great guarantee!" said the old man in white robe with a smile.

As he uncovered the red canvas, he saw a snow-white inner armor lying quietly on it.

"Our low price for this inner armor is four thousand!" said the old man in white robe. Defensive things are always more expensive than weapons.

The general magic weapon can never be sold so expensive, but this is still an inner armor. With the inner armor, it is absolutely equal to one more life.

"Five thousand and five hundred yuan!" Ye Xiwen shouted first, he was also very envious of this inner armor. Although he knew that most of it fell into his hands, after all, he had limited financial resources, but he still had to give it a try.

"Eight thousand!" Ye Xiwen's words just fell, and the voice of some arrogant young man shouted immediately. As always, the arrogance increased by two thousand five hundred yuan in one breath.

Ye Xiwen frowned, adding so much chaos, it was really only the Tianyin auction house. Ye Xiwen looked at the old man in white robe in the middle of the auction house. Sure enough, the old man in white robe smiled with narrowed eyes.

Ye Xiwen heard it. Wasn't that the voice of Zhao Qingyan, the young master of the Great Qingcheng?

"Nine thousand pieces!" said another person in the VIP box, opening his mouth, looking at the position of the people in Xuanmogu.

"Ten thousand yuan!" Zhao Qiyan said again, with a smug tone in his tone.

"Twelve thousand and two!" The young master of the Xuanmogu in the box was also arrogantly abnormal.

"Ten thousand and five!" Zhao Qiyan spoke again. An uncle did not care about money at all, and finally let the young master of Xuanmo Valley retreat.

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